Three Day Weekend. WOOT.

It's just about 5 O'Clock!! ~Steve Rocha

Posted by Hot 99.7 Yakima on Thursday, July 2, 2015

the last ride

For prosperity.

Just wrapped up my last employee event. Well, I think. There's always the possible random pop-up "hey, let's do a giant employee blitz to celebrate that it's 10am!" push from the executives.

This was the company's holiday celebration. As always, it was a fight to keep my vision intact with our decor vendor who never listens to me. I've finally learned to keep on him, be forceful when he doesn't add my notes to his updated quotes, and be confident that what I want is what is right.

My vision was "festive outdoor winter marketplace". I wanted different open "booths" all connected by decor. I wanted a giant xmas tree in the middle (which the vendor "forgot" and added a smaller one in the back instead). I took a million photos. There were fortune teller tents (my last minute substitute for masseuses...it was a hit!), a diner car, an Asian station, a chocolate fondue station, a super popular deli station, an Italian station, a "dance studio", an arcade. 

I had to make some changes this year because we wanted to accommodate as many employees as possible, so no booze or dates allowed. However, it was in-house so employees could come in as often as they liked, and they got a gift on the way out. After listening to all the grumblings and groans from our monumentally self-entitled employees about how this party wouldn't compare to last year's, I took great pleasure in standing at the entrance, watching many of them walk in with frowns and determination to NOT enjoy themselves, and watching their faces immediately transform into amazement or, at least hope when they took a peek inside. 

1800 employees showed up to the 16-hour event that lasted until 2am. I had the registration table and all the banquets/food service stuff covered, so I was able to mingle without much worry except the random "we're low on cheese" or "I can't find the guy to bring over more boxes of gifts". I purposely hovered around the entrance with my best hostess face, mingled around the room to make small talk, checked in on people sitting alone, and smeared chocolate from the chocolate fountain all over my face. Wrong shoes for a 16-hour event, though. Standing from 8am-3am was murder. Thankfully my boss booked a room in our hotel for me, so I got to soak in the tub forever and get back to work this today.

My head is killing me.  I need a venti 8-pump white mocha, dammit.

I kept unplugging the Star Wars arcade game, but someone kept plugging it back in. I believe it was superskank Lisa, whose greedy ass came through every 20 minutes to tear through the pots of miso soup and the cupcake station. She interrupted my precious alone-in-the-corner time to stand next to me and state that she decorated a Star Wars Christmas tree this year.

I just shook my head and walked away.

The Final Count-doooown

This damn Geico commercial comes on every 2 minutes.

Never heard the song before, but I love it! Unfortunately, it's stuck in my mother's head, so now she's singing it. She sounds like a cracked out cat in heat.

I loooove this song! It's so 80's it hurts. So I bought it on iTunes. 

Now whenever someone's using the microwave in the break room, I run in and blast it and headbang/air guitar. If I'm feeling more chill, I'll stand in the doorway and purse my lips and do the do the coffee stir hip action thing like the lady in the blue sweater.

My coworkers hate me.

Why I'm Cool with Early Morning Meetings

#thebenefitsofpeoplewatching
#3rdmeetinginarow
#hotmessexpress
#archnemesis
#justtakeit

Throw Down Thursday

I'm in a mood.

I handled the communication piece for my company's new employee uniforms. Over 2,500 employees will receive new uniforms tomorrow. I set up a photo shoot for a few employees to model the new uniforms and created a wall cling (poster that sticks to the wall) from it. It's gonna be complete mayhem in the wardrobe department tomorrow. But I'm kinda proud of the final outcome, actually.

The photographer used me for test shots without telling me. Each time I looked up into a giant camera lens, I was thinking "Where did I put that damned file?".

But that's not why I'm in a mood.

I can't wear a bra yet because it makes my tattoo burn.

That's not why I'm in a mood.

My period is acting like Satan's bathwater this month.  But that's not why I'm in a mood.

It's that superskank Lisa. 

I had to share a vendor table with her at an event today. She kept telling clients that my side of the table was so cold that they would need a sweater to talk to me.

I'm tired of that bitch calling me an Ice Queen. Just because I don't sleep around like she does.

So I advised them to liberally apply antibacterial gel to every exposed part of their bodies and be sure their prescriptions were up to date before approaching her side.

At which point she happened to cough, which led me into a tirade about sexually transmitted diseases starting the zombie apocalypse.

Why does she continue to force me to humiliate her?

I'm like Zod and she's like Otis.

Just kneel before Zod, bitch.

Ssshhh.  Just take it.

Smh.

I swear imma beat that bitch with a bat.

I'm going to 7-11 to get a slurpee. I swear to God, if they're out of the red pop flavor, imma swing a bitch.

Aww YEAH. Kickin' the Detroit old skool basement house beats, homie!!! 

OMG. Detroit use to have these basement parties on Fridays. This is the real beginning of house music. (Don't argue with me. I have proof.) Everyone would be dancing or eating or laughing or a combination of all three. The neighborhood kids would mingle with the older folks who were usually down there drinking out of those red plastic cups and playing cards or dice together. Usually using one of those folding card tables. And the air would be thick with smoke from the combination of cigarettes and the catfish the homeowner was frying for everyone.

OMG I can still smell it. It was hot and dark and it was always packed wall-to-wall. But people were peaceful and happy and the music was amazing. Even an FOB 10 year old with a stupid bowl haircut who couldn't go anywhere without her chaperon brother could blend in. It was always either really old school like Marvin Gaye or Rufus, or house beats like this one.

Well. That was certainly a rant to end all rants. What was my point?

Ah. yes. I'm still going to beat that bitch with a bat.

#straightouttadetroit

Talent Show's Over

Event went off without a hitch. Instead of tickets, I made it community outreach donations only. I placed a clear ballot box at the entrance with a sign that said donations for community outreach are appreciated. The suggested donation was $2, but as I carried the clear box back to my desk to count in the morning, I saw a few twenties!  It's so humbling that people will give what they have freely to help the community. 

All the performers were just amazing. Better than in their auditions. I was mostly backstage making sure things happened in order so I couldn't see the audience, but they were definitely on their feet and hooting a few times. 

I'm just so proud of the employees who overcame their shyness and nervousness and went for it.

Oh, I ordered these three iridescent trophy pieces for the top 3 winners, but one broke while moving it.  That's almost $300!! So I just gave out the 1st place award. 

Well, it's been a looong night. I'm taking off tomorrow to spend time with my girlie from Miami,who hung with me at the talent show tonight. We're gonna eat pizza and watch Jerry Springer all day.

#bestdayever

Miami

My job sucks. 

1 concentrated month planning a managers/execs boat cruise. A $45k check that I personally drove down to the boat dock this morning. A high maintenance band that demanded a special boat launch time and white rose arm bouquets who the execs just had to have. A crazy dinner menu with stuff I can't pronounce. I had to google some of it. Stalking the executives when they didn't RSVP. I actually leaned against one person's closed door so he couldn't get out until he gave me an answer.

All that, and then I miss the last shuttle because I was helping a guest.

Aaand as I'm typing this, I notice that my new shellac job has just chipped.

Meh. 

But it's all good. An old friend from the Miami days is coming up to stay with me this week. So I could use this time to clean up a bit.

From
  5 Seconds of a nervous breakdown

We worked together for a cruise line company in Miami Beach.  That was a few years ago, before the earthquake and Detroit.

She's also a Second Life friend, though she's online even less than I am.

I gotta spray extra spider spray on all the ceilings. Last night I found a spider on my ceiling. Just chillaxin. Throwin' up gang signs at me. With a little mini-boom box playing "Straight Outta Compton".

Little bastard.

So I screamed and set the nozzle on my spray bottle of 99% alcohol to "kill" and sprayed his punk ass dead.

But that was too close to my bed.  So I slept under my sheets last night with the window closed (noisy neighbors) and woke up with a damp pillow from sweating.

I know. Sexy, right?

Anyway I can't wait for my buddy to visit. I miss Miami.

I suppose I should clean the sheets first.

Last gangster spider I saw.

Currently addicted to this song. Which version's better?

For the Ladies.

Okay, this post is for women only. It's going to get really girly, and probably a lot gross. 

So if you have a penis, please find the illuminated exit signs to the left, the right and the rear of this post.

Exit left: Yahoo Sports

Exit right: Hey, look...BOOBIES! (nsfw)

Exit rear: Mmm...bacon.

My sister made this meme of
my mom and posted it for
every relative in the
universe. She thinks
it's funny. I think imma
punch her in the face.

Okay, ladies. The boys are distracted for a bit.  Let's talk real talk.

Let's talk about period blood flow.  Does your period ever flake out on you? This month, mine came a full week late. Further proof that my mother was actually right, and that my eggs really are drying up. Which means I need to pop some grandkids out within the next couple of years.

And here's another question... On the 2nd night (which is, as you know, the worst night, right?) I got home really late from work. I ate some popcorn, took a shower and passed out in my bath towel. I literally could not wake myself up enough to get up and put on a pad. I actually mumbled, "Oh, PLEASE don't mess up these sheets. I love these sheets.... ZZzzzzzzzz..."

Guess what...I woke up the next morning and...nothing.

From Clarifications

IKR!?

Not one drop.  Not even on me!

ON THE SECOND NIGHT!

So what does this mean, leadies? Is it physiological? Is period flow a mind-over-matter thing?  Omg.

Oh, speaking of controlling our bodily functions, there's this new app called RunPee.

So you know how you go to the movies and right when the good part is starting, you have to go pee? It's a big fiasco. Well there's this sweet new app called RunPee. This app is badass, ladies. You tell the app what movie you're watching, the app syncs with the movie and then tells you the best times to go pee. Omg, right??

From RunPee.com

I supposed I could've shared the RunPee tip with the guys, but...honestly, screw the guys.  They pee standing up.

Next thing: Two years ago my friends paid a male dancer to pull me on stage for my birthday. I was pissed at them - mostly humiliated that they paid for it, and he poured hot wax on me after I told him not to. I learned after that there's a special wax for kinky stuff...this wasn't it. My chest was red and sore for a while after. So I kinda lashed out at him by calling him a name. As mentioned in a previous post, I saw him again last year, and he definitely remembered me.

From OMG what's happening right now

I saw him again two days ago at this snobby neighborhood supermarket that I usually stay away from. The customers are really snobby. Even the cashiers have attitudes. But it's the only place that sells my favorite bottle of moscato. Apparently, he lives in the neighborhood. And for whatever reason still remembers that I called him a name. Is that odd, or am I wrong? He must get insulted at least once in a while on the job.

I mean...he is short. He's like 2'4".  Okay, not really.

So I apologized with more humility this time and explained that I was really angry with my friends and took my anger out on him.

Missin' N'awlins.

Then he went into this whole rant about how his new girlfriend is twice as hot as me and how she knows how "f*ckin' big" he really is.

I was standing behind him in the check out line while he continued his rampage. I was so confused. I think I might have dropped my shopping basket. lol

*shrug*

So now I feel even worse. I feel bad for calling him a name, which was childish and careless, and then for getting him all riled up again the other day.  Should I have left it alone?

Speaking of strippers. ladies...Magic Mike XXL.

Two words.

Cheetos. And water.

You're welcome.

Illegal in-movie recording. #loveit

Yeah, I've seen it twice.  Jealous?

If you're in the metro Detroit area, there's a new shoe store in Madison Heights that sells pretty pumps for...TEN DOLLARS!! Omg. I still managed to spend $82 there. They have men's shoes, too. I'd tell the guys but...screw the guys. They pee standing up.

Next question. Why do we have to work harder than men to be acknowledged at work?  I mean REAL acknowledgement. Like pay raises or inclusion.I have 5 huge projects happening right now that I'm solely responsible for. I'm planning/executing every facet of:

• employee talent show (next week)
• employee lunch with the CEO (tomorrow)
• employee health fair w/26 vendors (two weeks)
• managers' yacht cruise for 200 managers and +1s (Monday)
• ...I can't even remember what else atm

All of this involves all sorts of communication, branding, posting, phone calls, triple counts, and don't even get me started on the yacht fiasco.

The only cool thing about not having time for friends is that my phone stays charged for days. Waking up to a phone on an almost full battery when you didn't charge it is like a small little win for the day. Sigh.

A coworker in another department and I report to the same exec. He's constantly in the exec's face. He'll resolve some little issue, like helping an employee fix something, and he'll spend hours in the exec's office bragging about what he did. He interrupts my meetings with the exec, he sits down at our lunch table and talks about his day. It's really obvious, and I'm not sure why the exec puts up with it.

Other than because he's a guy?

Seriously. If we did that - stalked our bosses and complained about our days - we'd be seen as whiny, moody, high-maintenance.

But my coworker?  In the past year, he's received a raise, an employee recognition and a promotion.

Double standard, ladies.  Seriously. Wtf.

A guy I use to be interested in had a girlfriend all along.  How'd I find out? Cause I'm a stalker. 

SMH.  He was lying the whole time.

Well, he's a guy.  So...yeah.

I can't stand my BFF's boyfriend. He's cheated on her numerous times. All of his friends are fully aware of his shenanigans. And he's sort of blatant about it.

Exhibit A 

Boyfriend has a motorcycle accident and is taken to the hospital. One friend contacts my BFF, unaware that another friend has contacted the other girlfriend. Both show up at the hospital, and fireworks ensue. Boyfriend pleads with BFF to take him back, and - to my befuddlement - she does. 

From 300: Rise, bitches.

Exhibit B

BFF and boyfriend go on vacay, and BFF complains to me that boyfriend texts someone else the whole time. And he only posts pictures of himself or with other tourists - not with her. Turns out he was texting the other girlfriend the whole trip and adding that he was on vacation with his buddies...not the BFF.

Exhibit C

He's been in and out of jail, he's in a gang, He has way too many guns - all illegal. He has a stupid temper.

I can't stand him. And she's well aware of that fact.  She knows I want to twist his testicles into balloon animals. So she keeps us separate. Which sucks because I lose my best friend for a lot of the time. 

I don't care that he's 6'2" or brags about his auto-whatever guns. I'm not afraid of him, and it only takes one second for me to go from 0 to 60 when I'm in protective mode. I'd like to say I stole that trait from my Father, but alas, it's all my mother's. She's like a little chihuahua.

But it's the BFF's life. Not mine. It's her fate to make.

Yesterday at lunch, I asked her for the hundredth time to help me understand why an insanely beautiful, strong willed, independent, smart woman like her would ever want to be bothered with this clown.

And then she gave me "the look".  It's the look she gives me when she has to explain something about the world to me. Finally, she got all exasperated and said, "...because he has a big d*ck."

Really, ladies? Is this where we are?

Robot Conquers Mt. Brownie

News at 11.

Previous Adventures of Robot.

Warmth + XXL + Day to Nite

So this male coworker.

He gives me this really warm greeting when we pass. He greets me like I rescued his mother from a burning building. His whole demeanor changes,  By the time we've passed each other, it feels like he just gave me a big hug. 

No, it isn't the flirty look. The "I'm imagining you naked" look guys do when they see a random woman under the age of 50.

Nope, this is more like the look your grandmother gave you when you graduated from high school. It's hard to describe, but it's definitely a "Hello, Mia...I'm so glad for what you've done for me" greeting.

I only realized it this week. But he's been doing it for a while. I watched him discreetly today in the lunchroom. He mostly only greeted the people in his department, but from what I could see, they were just greetings. Like normal people. I cut through the tables to greet him on my way to put up my tray, and he actually put his fork down and again greeted me like I'm a long lost family member, and like he was just wasting time eating until he could greet me.

So I'm trying to think back to something we could have both been involved in. Maybe a community outreach thing. Or maybe I let him jump in front of me on the freeway.  Idk. But it's driving me crazy. It's kind of uncomfortable to get a "thank you so much for waking up this morning and gracing me with your presence" greeting from a guy I don't remember doing anything for.

Idk. I'm dying to ask him what's up, but I'm afraid of the answer. It'll either be, "Well, you saved me my life...don't you remember?", or "Um...what look? Are you crazy? Psycho."

Headed to see Magic Mike XXL with the ladies. I'll see all you ladies there lol

Hey, here's how to go from "worker bee" to "night owl" in 5 minutes:

1. Replace suit jacket with cropped bolero or clingy jacket.
2. Remove pantyhose.
3. Replace work pumps with T-strap peep toes.
4. Unwind twisted hair bun and scrunch until hair is really foofy.

Also, worst butt dial ever.

Keeping it Light

Clearing out some basement stuff. There's a little storage pantry under the stairs that I forgot was ever there. Turns out, it's a treasure trove of swank. 

Look at what I found last time!
Ready the fire department,
people... It. Is. On.

I found an old box of hulled walnuts. My father used to drive us into the country to pick walnuts that had fallen from the trees onto the dirt roads. I think you aren't supposed to crack them immediately...I believe they're too soft or something, so you have to store them for a few seasons until they're dry. When they're ready, we would use a hammer on the sidewalk to crush the outer hulls because the hulls are like cement. lol We had walnuts to snack on for months. Wow.

Anyway, no idea how long these have been in that room. I calculate at least 15 years. I dumped them in the alley thinking the squirrels would have a feeding frenzy, but I think even they know the nuts are too old.

lol I considered titling this post "Deez Nutz". But the phrase loses it's effect if you can't see me grabbing my crotch as I say it.

In other news, I made the mistake of showing this Vacation remake preview to the Ladies at Lunch. Let's just say that they drained my battery just from rewinding the clip to 1:58 several (hundreds of) times. I should've just continued to drool over it in silence.

Sigh. Okay, just...just fast forward to 1:58.

It's okay. I'll wait...

Picture it: Table full of women, all tilting our heads to the right at exactly 2:08.

And then we all ran to the slurpee machine. lol

'nuff said.

We threw a movie party for our employees' families. Nothing interesting to report about that. Um...kids are messy (just had a flashback and shivered) so I switched out the nachos and cheese for mini hot dogs. The a/v boys decided to use some static image they found on the internet instead of the movie trivia PowerPoint I'd sent them. I spent like 3 hours on that stupid thing! Anyway, once my ego deflated back to it's normal size, everything else was fine.

Quick, condensed version.

What other light fare can I offer...?

Ah, my arch nemesis, Lisa. She's Filipina, her hair looks like Medusa's, her mascara is ridiculous, and she dresses in sweaters and skirts and sandals with no stockings. I wear suits and heels. She shows off her gargantuan gaudy wedding ring, but flirts like she's single. I'm the super-private "Ice Queen". Seriously. Other than our shared race, dark hair and general size, it's clear we're different people. But apparently we're the same person since everyone calls me Lisa, and her Mia. 

Idiots.

Anyway, we see each other once a month for a marketing meeting. Two Asian women in one room is apparently an abomination, and everyone waits to see if we'll do a magic trick. If we dare sit together, their heads will explode.  

Lisa once made a snarky comment about Detroit. Thus, she is now and forever my arch nemesis. The bane of my existence. We speak only when in the presence of others. When no one else is around, we do the "sharks testing prey" thing.

So last meeting, Arch Nemesis Lisa forgot to bring something and she tried to show everyone using her janky Apple laptop. And failed. So I opened my laptop and said with feigned aggravation, "*sigh* I'll take care of it. Using my Toshiba. Which is made in Japan. So we know it'll actually do what it's supposed to the first time around."

BOOM, bitch.  Detroit style yo!

*drops the mic*

It's the freakin weekend!

Friday was a great day. 

Some coworkers and I painted and decorated some apartments for new residents as part of an amazing community outreach program called NSO, and then held a welcome party for them.  Part of NSO's program involves providing homeless citizens with apartments as they try to reenter the workforce and normalize their lives.

We pooled some money together to buy home furnishings, and used the slowest freight elevator ever to cart everything up.  This included couches, microwaves, blinds, shower curtains, bed dressings, dressers. Sounds expensive, but we found a few couches at a resale store, and an electronics store manager hooked us up with great deals on microwaves and televisions. Sinks, stoves, fridges beds, and showers were already provided.  

And then yesterday, we held a welcome party in the gym for the new residents. There was a raffle for our PWAT paintings (I guess when you're just starting to decorate, you'll take anything lol). Our culinary department chipped in big time with a truckload of delicious southern foods. Even the mac & cheese was good. And I'm picky abouts my mac.

This sounds like a lot of work, but there were 7 of us to handle things. It was all done within a week, And I got to eat chicken wings and cornbread and collard greens and sit & chat with some of the funniest, nicest, most appreciative people I've met in a long time. The only problem was that we expected them to take the rest of the food to their rooms to save for later. Unfortunately, their seconds and third servings of the heavy food left them lethargic, and I think they just wanted to pass out on their new beds.  So we were left with half a truckload of food that had to be tossed.

Check out the guy on the scooter. He's a speed demon!

In other news, ITS BOY BAND WEEKEND, BITCH!  That's right! A full 3 days of the best boy band jams ever. I already lost my voice and messed up my ponytail jamming to Larger than Life on the way to work yesterday.

Aww, yeah!! You know you love it!!

I rented a cute old school bike with a basket today...was too lazy to haul mine around...and rode the shoreline to the Electronic Music Festival (sweet website). My head still hurts.

On Catastrophic Events

Ugh. Left the stupid tote bag

on the kitchen table.

Blue Monday

Bleh. Where's spring?

Kap'lah.

Not feeling particularly inspired to share my thoughts today, so I'll keep it clinical. 

My company's employee recognition awards went really well. 

Inspiration

The CEO skipped an entire section of my script. Fortunately, no one noticed. Unfortunately, the missing part was the servers' cue to parade out with the salads. So I had a full line of servers standing rather uncomfortably with heavy trays of Waldorf salads and heavy utensils resting on their shoulders, waiting for a cue that never came. Small fiasco, but that was it. The open bar was popular. Lots of selfies around the "Oscar" statue and focal points. People wanted to take their stars home with them. I hadn't considered that, so I'd thrown away the backings. The brave people chanced it and peeled the stars up from the floor and gingerly placed them in the their trunks, hoping they didn't stick to anything. I was particularly worried about the slideshow that on-clicked each employee's name onto the screen.

The CEO thanked me by name during his closing remarks.  I'm not bragging, I just didn't think he knew I existed considering how I have to fight him to speak to me every morning.  I got invited for drinks with the execs afterward. Unprecedented and scary. So I wasted time as much time as possible debating about it. 

The "old Hollywood" theme worked really well. I don't have photos of the decor's effect once the lighting and candles were in place, but our photographer did an awesome job of capturing everything. It really was beautiful. I'm especially proud that I stood up to the decor vendor this time. I meet with him with clear goals, concept design and a budget. He spends the entire meeting talking over me and hinting that I don't know what I'm talking about. He wouldn't even stop by to see the room once the vendors left, or answer my calls. After the event (and the CEO's public "thank you"), he was suddenly Mr. Friendly. He went from walking away at the shrimp cocktail station when I approached him to ask about a purchase order to following me around like a puppy dog and inserting himself into whatever conversations I was having with others, But I gave him no quarter for debate this time, and worked with a new decor vendor I wanted to try. And they were amazeballs. And it was about $7k cheaper, including gold-tipped roses and bedazzled rose corsages & boutonnieres for the 74 honorees. The honorees also got $1000 each and $125 gift bags.

So back to the bar thing. I limped my way down to the bar (my feet were killing me) and kind of just stood behind the tables of execs, trying to decode all the inside jokes and roastings, being mostly ignored. I was annoyed and tired and hungry (and my elbow was sore from leaning against the backs of their chairs), so I limped out to my car and finally home. 

I'm glad it's over, but we have another smaller employee event next week, and then California/ Washington/ Canada at the end of next week. 

I need a beverage.

Blessedly filtered. Sans Klingon forehead et al.

On Being a Girl

OMG. Life is so much better the day after the week when your eggs hold a séance in your uterus.

#returnthekraken

Protractor or Scale, I think?

 

I bought a new notes book with Monet's bridge painting on the cover. It's so beautiful. And it matches my Monet desktops.

 

My first doodle should have straight lines. Sort of set the mood for the whole book. Does that make me slightly crazy?

 

I drew a...um...what's the scientific ruler thing? The triangle with the straight corner angle?

 

 

Belly full of Jelly

Lowly office laborer offers Robot part of her Paczki...Robot takes entire half instead.  News at 11. 

Happy Fat Tuesday, everybody!

WOOT @ Friday!!



Been writing short stories at work. Really violent ones. This latest one is about a little girl who was raised by a sex trafficking drug cartel and grows up to do heinous things. Rodriguez/Tarantino-esque things.

And then, I had that dream again last night. Where I'm driving in my car on the freeway, and there's a van in front of me, with a little girl who looks like me banging on the back windows, begging me to help her escape.

Also, is it mean to eat lunch at my desk with my door closed these days? I'm too tired for all the chatter at lunch. And while I really love that people from all departments come to sit with me and harass me about one thing or another - which turns my empty table into the popular table - I think I'm people'd out.




#wentred

It was amazing to see the "Go Red for Women" event really take flight at my workplace this year.

Last year, I created a big campaign to get everyone involved. At least to wear red. It didn't really catch on until this year.

 

It was really something special to walk into the lunch room and see a sea of red. Red shirts, red jackets, red ties. I budgeted for 2,000 "red dress" pins and put them in a basket in my office for those employees who wear uniforms. So I got lots of visitors, also.

 

I performed a random act of kindness today that I feel really good about. I was excited to get home and blog about it, then realized that telling someone about it would defeat the purpose.  It's supposed to be random. If I boast about it, I'm looking for acknowledgement and reward.

Go red, bitches.

I meant for this to include video of the red led/light display at my job,

but ClipStich hates me and added a weather video for my mom instead.

Last year's #gored.