It suffices
to say that Endless Engineering was sucking the life out of me. For the first time in my career, I felt like
I could not engineer my way out of a paper bag.
What was there to blog about, Beer Girl using boobs and hair setting
women’s rights back about 50 years? And
when she giggled and used her pageant pose when shit didn’t get done they
giggled too and thought she was adorable? It was more like Toddlers and Tampons then Tiaras.
I.Was.Over.It.
I began to
realize that the favorite marketing word was “Fantastic”. The blond bimbo sat
right outside my office, every other sentence included this gem. “You got the
message I left you, fantastic!” “I have a fantastic marketing idea that includes
Vegas showgirls on the sponsored golf hole!” “You had the admin person pick up
my dry-cleaning? Fantastic!” I made it a
little mental drinking game. Every time she uttered her favorite word I took a
mental tequila shot. The only problem was that I was punch drunk by 9 AM.
But……I have
escaped and we will never speak of it again. Except in snarky and amusing ways.
Boss 1 couldn’t be bothered to set up time for an exit interview. He wants to
know if we can have lunch in a few weeks and do it then. Ummm…..Pass.
My new
project manager job starts tomorrow. Company name to be decided upon suitable
reflection time and personalities are developed. Since I don’t want to be sued
for slander by Endless Engineering, I will move on….for now.
Instead I
will share the joys of home improvements in the form of bathroom
remodeling. The Big Tuna and I only have about a 90 minute
shopping tolerance. Making it very
difficult to compare color swatches and textures when so overwhelmed but the
choices. But the Man has a fatal shopping flaw. HE CAN’T STAY WITH THE
CART!!!! A prime example was once when I
had my gallbladder out, I invited him to come help me with the heavy lifting. He would drift off to miscellaneous aisles to
return with armloads of snacks and treats. I could hardly push those $268 in groceries
to the checkout stand.
In the tile
store I was trying to work with their in store consultant only to spot the Big
Tuna wandering in the wood floor aisle. “This
is why after 30 years, I shop alone, come here, come here, come here”, I shriek
across the warehouse of wholesale tile using the front office megaphone. Price check on marital sanity. This week I tried a new casserole. Yum.
Sausage-Green
Bean Casserole
2
Tablespoons olive oil
12 ounces
frozen green beans defrosted in microwave
1 small
onion chopped
1 pound
ground Italian sausage
½ cup
roasted red peppers chopped
2 cloves
garlic minced
1-16 ounce
tube cooked polenta (found at Trader Joe’s) cut in ¼ inch rounds
½ cup
chicken broth
½ cup
shredded parmesan cheese
Heat olive
oil and brown onion and garlic until translucent. Add ground sausage and brown.
Stir in red peppers and green beans and cook 2 minutes. Layer polenta, sausage
mixture, polenta, sausage mixture. Top with chicken broth and parm cheese. Bake
at 425 degrees for 20 minutes.
But I
figured out what many women before have used to tether their escaped
convicts/husbands. Hey baby, will you
hold my purse, I’ll only be a minute.
Have Fantastic Week! Now drink up.
