I TOLD you I was moving!!
Try this link for now.
Then make sure you take that mu.nu extention off and change your links to Tammisworld.com
Then head on over. Cobblers ready!!!!!
I was/am putting together a very detailed analysis so I was asshole deep in numbers. And given that I'm 6'1, that's a LOT of numbers.
Anyway, we all know woman can not live on analysis alone, so to give myself a break I worked on the new site.
Not....my smartest idea. All those numbers, the frustration. Then a take a break by frustrating myself by trying to figure out something TECHNICAL!!
Yeah, well....never mind. Let's just say I wasn't in the best of moods.
At one point on Sunday I noticed my Weather Pixie. She claimed it was 52 degrees outside! 52 degrees?!?!?!?!
I rushed to the door and realized she wasn't teasing me! It was beautiful out!
I opened the front window and dining room window. The cross breeze was so nice.....
I spent the rest of the day working in shorts and a t-shirt. With my windows open.
What an absolute treat!!! Just the right thing to get me through these next few weeks of winter......
Perfect. The only thing that would have made it better was if I could have gotten outside and enjoyed it all.....
Man! I wish I could do that..........
It just takes time. But it does happen. Here's the proof.....
KTreva, blogdaughter and friend, has gotten herself a new job. And it's PERFECT for her.
Head on over, get the details and help her celebrate.
I couldn't be happier for her.
And I am soooo proud!!!
Let's see if I can explain.
I was over at Homefront Six's site and see this obit for the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Folks, I don't know how to tell you this but he's been dead since 2000. I know this because.......I killed him.
Yes, I know that probably comes as a shock to many of you, but it's true. He got in my way, interfered with my vision, my mission. So.....he had to be eliminated.
It all started in the Spring of the new Millenium. I was working for a certain Orange Juice company calling on the World's Largest Retailer, in charge of retail execution. (rather ironic that the term "execution" was used to describe my job) Every where I went, in that section of the store I saw that damned Dough Boy.
Taking all the free space. In the bunkers and doors. He was everywhere.
It was obvious that *HE* was the go-to guy for that buyer. Well, that wasn't going to work for me. Being as competitive as I am I knew in order to grow our business *I* needed to be the go-to guy (gal). I needed to get that damned DB out of my way.
So....I focused. I needed to motivate my team to dethrone this busybody.
I made up signs. Red circles with his face in the middle and a line drawn through. I created mats to walk on and wipe your feet with his picture on it. I went so far as to have some models made of him hanging from a rope to put throughout my meetings.
My goal? Kill the Dough Boy.
I had one of the models hanging in my office as a constant reminder of what needed to be done.
It was a covert operation, and I won't go into the details, mainly because I don't think the statute of limitations has run out at this point.
But it was highly successful.
Little by little, you saw less and less of his presence. As you'd walk through the chilled department in those stores, you saw more and more of MY juice. In the bunkers. In the cooler doors. Hell, at one point I made up a display for Mother's Day that featured my juice, eggs, bacon, sausage and a generic version of the bastard's products.
That was the final nail in the coffin. You see, that display was SO successful I completely debunked him.
By the end of that year WE were officially the Captains. WE were the go-to guys. The Dough Boy's reign was over.
We celebrated with a wake. It was a pretty damned good party, let me tell you.
So you see......this MUST be some kind of cover-up. That bastard has been dead for almost a decade now.
There's a very good reason why my nickname is the Road Warrior.
Glad to hear Young Son is doing well and that Big Windy is still kickin' ass and takin' names.
Thanks for the update Teresa!!!
I'm not a big meeting gal. Hell, I waste enough of my life in those. Plus, with my schedule it's almost impossible to do that.
But with the on-line, I easily track my points, it calculates everything FOR me. AND I can spend as much time as I want browsing through their information. I've learned lots of really cool stuff. It just makes it really easy to make good choices.
Anyway - official weigh-in day is Friday. I do the nasty (step on the scale) and plug in the new number.
For the past two weeks, every Friday has a lower number than the week before. THAT. is a very good thing.
So far? In two weeks? I'm down just under 6lbs.
Now, for you guys that are thinkin' "Huh. I can lose that by just takin' a good shit" I have this to say.
F*ck you. Seriously. That's just mean.
There is a big difference between guys and gals. A bit more than just the obvious equipment. A girl losing 6lbs is like a guy losing 20.
And let's face it. The older you get the harder it is for a woman to lose weight. Damned metabolism anyway.... Plus, while *I* think I'm heavy, technically I'm not. So.....it's harder for me to get these 25lbs off. It's gonna take at LEAST 6 months to do it, and do it right.
So I'm doin' the happy dance. And I STRONGLY recommend the Weight Watchers on-line. Oh, it costs. And I was VERY reluctant to pay for it. But I'm so glad I did. It broke the ice, so to speak. I'm finally seeing a bit of progress and that's all the encouragement I needed.
Some of my extended family has really taken to this "email thing". They love it.
Mainly because it let's them pass along those aggrivating chain thingys. Between you and me, I usually delete them, they are such a waste of my time.
But this time? This one? Caught my attention. It was from Mama Vi's uncle out in PA. Her very conservative uncle.
What was so different about THIS one?
"Tequila and Salt"
From my MOST conservative family member.
Of course it was just another of those mushy chain things, but holy crap!
Made me think. I wonder if he even knows what tequila is?????
The very UNcool thing is I keep screwing up. Oh, I've contacted the IT help folks, they have lots of great ideas, just none of them work. It's operator error, I have no doubt, but this is not the time for my frustration level to be this high.
Remember Tammi + High Blood Pressure = REALLY BAD.
So I asked them to just do the importing for me. I am not so stupid as to keep banging my head against the same brick wall for more than a few days.....
But what I was getting at is looking back at situations and my reactions. Gotta tell you.....a light went off.
It may not seem like it when you're looking at the overall picture of life, but what I do for a living is VERY stressful. Seriously. For reasons I do not understand, consumer products mfg reps function under a pile of poop. The stress comes from tryin' to catch our breath. Well, that and hanging on to our jobs.
So.....we've established that I work under constant stress. And I *CHOOSE* to. This is the career I've chosen. I don't mind some stress. Hell, I thrive on it a lot of the time.
But there are limits.
As I looked back at the last line roll out (when I worked for the evil S brand in Florida) I see entries VERY similar to what I'm posting now.
Sorry. I didn't MEAN to repeat myself.
Anyway.....it made me remember those god-awful days that never end. The sleepless nights. The reports, the pressure. Holy Crap.....
But....when it was all said and done? I was commended for my roll out. It went VERY well (compared to most) and was VERY successful. Between the sell books, the training and the attention to every flippin' detail, I did my job.
It was just the rest of my life the suffered.
OK. So now I know I'm doin' it the way I should. May not be the way others do it, but it works. And it works well.
Huh. That helps. A lot. I don't feel QUITE as crazy.
So today I actually DON'T have to work that show. Instead I'm home, working on analysis and reports. At least this morning. I'm only giving 1/2 a day to that shit. The rest is for cleaning and cooking. Tomorrow? Same thing.
It'll all get done. I may be a little sleepy. Or grumpy. I know I'll be stressed, but it'll get done.
This reminding myself is a good thing. I should probably do it more often.
February 29, 2008
We couldn't get him in to the surgeon. Not at all. He just wanted to prescribe drugs. Not really an acceptable course of action, let me tell you.
So Dee managed to score an appointment with a GP. Who read the MRI. And found ANOTHER cyst. This one behind his eye. That actually explains a lot to us.
Now....get this.......the next step we can take *within the system* is for him to see an ENT specialist. Yes. You read that right.
Oh....and it gets better. They can't see him for three weeks.
Three weeks. THREE. 3. Tres.
Dee and Mama are losin' their ever lovin' minds. Me? I'm reacting in typical No Help Tammi Form.....gettin' mad as hell. They actually don't want me any where over there right now. Cause I'm not known for keepin' my mouth shut and yes....it's possible I could piss off the wrong person.
So. Right now, this is the situation. Brandon has 2 cysts. Pain meds and an appointment with an ENT - that won't be able to do anything but refer him - in three weeks.
I never had a very good opinion of "the system" but anymore? Yeah......I can't imagine it could get any worse.
Let's just hope we aren't in a position to find out.
More snow last night. About 5" worth.
I still haven't finished shoveling after Monday/Tuesday. And by that I mean the 1/2 of my drive I'm actually shoveling.
I got home last night at 8:00. I'm leaving in about 20 minutes. To return around 7:00 tonite.
Tomorrow? I'm working a booth at a home show.
I see no where in there with the time needed to actually clear that drive.
Oh, and since I've been driving on it, you can only imagine how nicely it is packed down.
Everyone keeps saying 'This is it. We're done now."
I need them to stop saying that. We're not done. I've known it to snow in flippin' APRIL for cryin' out loud.
No, I'll stop expecting this shit to fall around May. Yeah, we should be in the clear by then.
As beautiful as this has all been, and it has been beautiful driving around, it's become too much of a good thing. I haven't heard ANYONE say they aren't "over it". Well, no one considered sane that is.
Today we have wind. LOTS of wind. Snow is expected a couple of more times next week. Nothing major, but still..........it's like Chinese water torture. Every flippin' drop is painful.......
It's exhausting. Really.
And it cracks me up because folks think I just get an idea and WHAM! Make it happen.
So....we're gonna look at this recent situation together. Oh, I can't give you ALL the info, but the basics are available. The gest of the matter will be more than clear.
Let's get started, shall we.
February 28, 2008
This......could be a very long day..............
Makes my blood boil....
Anyway, I haven't been fallin' asleep as early as I want/need so I spend some time working on the new site and checking some things out on-line.
And, of course, I have the TV going behind me for background noise.
There is the one commercial that comes on around 10:00pm to 11:00pm every night. I don't remember what the product is, I just know it's some kind of diet pill.
They talk about how fantastic it is. What a miracle pill it is. Then they say: "You will loose weight. We guarantee it. And if that weren't true we couldn't say it on TV."
Dear Lord, please tell me there are NOT people out there that actually believe that line of crap! Please tell me......
Every time I hear that it's like nails on a chalk board. It just makes my head explode.
How stupid do these people think we are? If it weren't true we couldn't say it on TV?!?!? For shits sake.....
I tell you....if I weren't so old I'd go get a damned job working at an ad company. I *KNOW* I could do better than some of the idiots crankin' that shit out now....
Cars? Mattresses? The concept is the same.
Got a big meeting today. Couple of 'em. Everybody better hope I'm not channelin' DeNiro today.......
February 27, 2008
We have the standard fare, chocolate chip, chocolate toffee chip, molasses - but K came across somethin' at the grocery store she just couldn't pass up.
They turned out almost perfect.
Hmmmm....I wonder who we should send these to? You got any ideas?
I spend more time at Corporate than any other sales rep in this company. Mainly because it's MY local office and well, the showroom is incredible. It just makes things so much easier to show the line when the beds look so fantastic in that setting.
Anyway.....getting ready yesterday I was really feeling lazy. I just wanted to go business casual. It's cold. It's snowy. I just didn't want to put the effort into "gussyin'" up.
Thank goodness I did not follow that instinct.
Half way through the drive I got a call from one of the girls in Florida. She asked if I'd heard how the Board of Directors meeting was going.
BOD meeting? Today? Shit. Where?
Yep....the Chicago office. I was heading right in to the middle of the vipers nest.
I was going to have to do my song and dance with a MUCH bigger audience than was originally planned for.
Turned out fine. My dealer had a blast. He loves the line, we made some real changes and his store is going to do great. If people start shopping again.....
But...you know there had to be a few "moments". You know it. Hell, *I* was there.....
At one point the Exec. VP came storming through the showroom. He didn't see me sittin' quietly at the table waiting for my customer. He hollers at MY boss's boss as he sat in his office.
"What the F*CK is so hard about selling off a damned price list? Why the HELL can't these reps do that?!?!"
My boss simply looks over the EVP's head and grins at me.
You see, I had just had a very "lively" discussion about that very thing. I REFUSE to NOT use the price list. It takes all the guess work out of things. Easy Smeasy - and I love me some easy. Here's your category, here's your price. What's not to love?!
So the EVP glances around and sees me grinnin' like my boss. He demands to know what's so funny.
Boss explains that I'm having the opposite problem. I WON'T budge and everyone's trying to make me.
His response? That's why we love Tammi.
See....not everyone hates me!!
But I'll admit it's rather nerve wracking to do the song and dance with all those big wigs around. I don't mind it if I know ahead of time. But I'm a "shoot from the hip" kinda girl. I tend to talk off the top of my head. And if you've talked to me you know I tend to sometimes say things....ummm.....wrong.
Like referring to our #1 brand by a major competitor's name. A major competitor that most of my upper management has worked for. A major competitor that will not hesitate to sue if you do stuff like that.
Yeah.....that was sorta awkward.
Anyway - today is catch-up. I was going to drive a few hours to hit a store, but I just can't. Not today. So that means I'll work this weekend. Not thrilled about it, but it is what it is.
At least I won't have to feel like a performing circus bear!
I've been very neglectful in not reminding you.
So....this is what I'm gonna need for you to do. Head on over, and scroll down. Read. Comment.
For cryin' out loud, this is his FOURTH rotation. We are STILL over there fighting a war. Sometimes it feels like we're taking all that, all those that give so much for us, it feels like we're taking it for granted. It's become common place.
Well, I say NO. We can't let that happen. Remember when we were riveted to the milblogs posts? Those used to be the first things I checked every day. Remember when we TALKED about it all?
Folks, there are still men and women over there giving all they have. We need to remember that. And encourage them.
Slippin' over to Doc's place and leaving him a comment or two is an easy way to do that very thing.
I'm just sayin'.....
I was hoping to be on easy street by now but I missed the off-ramp years ago.
I think no further comment from me is necessary.......
February 26, 2008
I can soooo see this happening. Sweet Lord - I love those babies!!!
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