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Yesterday, I asked my coworker to explain how to make sure a golf cart was ready to go, since I haven't driven one since last year with an experienced person in the cart. I didn't want to be the silly girl who can't figure out how to use a golf cart.

Turns out that cannot be avoided as I heeded my coworker's most important advice, "Don't push too hard on the pedal because you don't want to rocket out of there." I gradually pushed down on the pedal only to find that nothing was happening. I'm sure the outside operations guys got a kick out of the confused expression on my face as I kept pushing the pedal farther down. I wound up pretty much flooring the stupid cart to get it to start moving at a snail's pace.

And then I went off at a blazing 5 miles an hour to walk the head golf pro's dog.

Countdown

Work has taken a plunge for the worse as of last Thursday. I really don't understand how a supervisor could get it into their head that they don't have to explain their decisions. Um... can we say dictator?

"I expect you to fall into my plan and I should not have to explain myself."

Throughout the condescending speech, I stared this woman, who is older than my own mother, straight in the eye with the blankest of stares. I did not nod once to agree with her. I just blinked if she said something mean to me.

Apparently, I am the queen of the blank stare.

Worst snow day ever

Yesterday at work, I spent an hour and a half typing up a phone list for the twelve employees who go to work now. The actual typing of the list took five minutes. The rest of the time was spent on protocol. People kept fussing about what order people were being notified. This manager has to go after that manager and that manager has to notify those employees. The managers with the call responsibilities had about two to three calls apiece. I know of at least one manager who thought that was too much.

Fast forward to this morning - I woke up at 7, no phone calls. I look out the window and it's still snowing and I'm saying to myself, "There's no way there's work today." I got ready super slow, giving my supervisor time to call me, but by 7:30, no phone call meant work. I dug my car out and drove the five miles to work on the crappy roads, reaching the club in a half hour and finding NO CARS in the parking lot. I called one of my coworkers and she says, "You didn't get a call? There's no work today. You should've called."

Then what's the point of the bloody call list I spent an hour and a half on yesterday if I should call?! If I didn't get a call, that means there's work! It turns out my supervisor called at 8:15, when I was on my way back from work, fuming the entire half hour back home. She says on the message, "I heard you went to work today and I wanted to make sure you got home okay." Ha ha. While everyone got their calls and rolled over back to sleep, I spent an hour driving about for no reason!

And the worst part is - I couldn't get back to sleep after all that fuming and driving.

Cashing in at the Conk

The Member-Staff Outing took place yesterday. Of course, I couldn't go out to play golf because I had work to do (not like I wanted to go out in the rain anyways). The office tyrant wanted me to go out, but I was wearing heels and had no coat (she told me to go buy one - yeah right). I didn't think the maintenance crew would be too happy about my every step in heels creating divots.

A member bought me a sweater. He told me, "Go pick one out for a Christmas present," in his Irish accent. There's nothing like an accent from the U.K.

I was allowed to join the reception afterward, where they were giving out door prizes. I said, "I hate sitting around for these things because I never win and I waste my time." The club manager read the first number and it was me! I won 4 Nets tickets, 14 rows back from courtside at half court! Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be able to go. But hey, I got $600 worth of basketball tickets and free parking.

Insult Wars.... the British Version!

I work with someone from Scotland, and once in a while, we have insult contests. I dig up all of the British insults that I've learned from my reading and he laughs at me and then calls me a muppet.

Well you know what? He's mad as pants.

What I think about when I drive my Honda

1. If I leave at 7:33, I wind up at the Route 9/East Freehold light in the left lane, three cars behind the minibus in the right lane.
2. If I leave at 7:28, I wind up following the minibus to the Route 9/East Freehold light, and both of us are stuck behind a regular sized bus, and I wind up right next to the minibus at the light.
3. If I leave at 7:37, I'm late by five minutes, despite any efforts of "creative driving."

14 days until San Francisco

My body isn't sore anymore from going to the gym! Yay! But it may be a bit soon to begin rejoicing because I have to go to the gym this week all over again.

I like my job. There's enough stress to keep me on my toes, but not so much that I hate work. The gourmet food doesn't hurt either. Mmm.... banana poundcake.

What goes up must come down

So the week at work has started well. I'm really tired though, because I'm not used to the 6:15 A.M. wakeup.

Today, I thought I heard a funny noise while I was driving, sort of like a rapid thumping whenever I had my foot on the gas. I couldn't hear it when I opened the window, so I thought I was just going crazy from not sleeping enough.

Then my brother tells me this evening, "Your car's making a funny noise."

Great. When the heck am I going to find time to fix this car?