I have been having an off week.  Forgetting people’s last names, calling wrong numbers, and messing up surprise parties.

Last week was my boss’s birthday.  We didn’t celebrate as we usually do because two people were out of the office.  We decided that today, we would gather our little department together for a surprise pizza party and cake.

It fell to me to book the conference room and invite everyone.  I consulted my boss’s schedule in Microsoft Outlook for when she was available, found a meeting room, and invited everyone else.  I unchecked my boss’s name so that the invite would not go out to her, obviously.

The second after I hit send a co-worker asked, “Why did you invite [Boss]?!”

Me: “I didn’t!  I didn’t invite her!”
Co-worker: “Her name is in the list of people it’s sent to.”

Even though her name was not on my sent list, I looked at my co-worker’s email and, sure enough, my boss’s name was right there.  Man, I screwed up that surprise big time.  Nice job, Teri.

I sent my boss an email that basically said I was a moron and could she please ignore the calender invite and not mention it.  She responded with something along the lines of “Not mention what…” so I was like, okay… she’s playing along.  This can still work. Work-ish.

It didn’t work.

We set everything up. Got the pizzas.  Everyone was congregated in the conference room.  But no boss.  In fact, earlier I saw her put on a coat and leave with someone from another department.  I was a little panicked.  Did she forget??  Would she be back soon??  We had even invited the head of marketing–the boss of the boss of my boss.  He. Showed. Up.  Still no boss.  We started eating the pizza.

Finally, as we were wrapping up we were able to get a hold of her.  She popped in because she had another meeting to go to.  Turns out, she never got the invitation, despite her name being in the recipients field.  She was playing along with my email expecting to get a calender meeting or something afterward and, when she did not, forgot about it.

What did I ever do to you, Microsoft Office, that would make you mess with me like this?  That is totally off-sides.

In other news…
We are moving floors next week, on October 7th, to be exact.  Now, I don’t have to tell you how magical October 7th is.  Without fail, that day is awesome.  Every year.  You really should join in with me on the celebrating of this most auspicious day, for the October 7th gods are both benevolent and merciful.  I have no doubt that they will have wonderful surprises in store for the true-hearted.

Hopefully one of which will be in the form of letting me go home early.  I would also settle for a pile of money.  I originally wrote “piles of money”, but there is no need to be greedy.  One pile would be adequate, I should think.

This post was supposed to be about my new Alignment Attire line.  I’ve spent days working on finding icons, tweaking things in Photoshop, and creating shirts in Zazzle.  I was excitedly going to tell you to check them out and have a laugh or two, but now I can only tell you that Zazzle is a complete and utter waste of Internet space.  Two of the shirts that I made yesterday aren’t there, and the site decided to add a bunch of baby clothes and doggie sweaters that I definitely did not make.  The sizing and alignment are all off, and when I go to manage my store, I can’t even see these shitty items in order to delete them.  So screw it.  It was going to be hilarious, but Zazzle ruined it.

In more random news, I love the idea of being a recluse.  A Boo Radley of sorts, minus the saving neighborhood children.  Though I suppose I could save neighborhood children  provided they weren’t terribly annoying and stayed off of my lawn.  The neighborhood children I currently have are not annoying, though I am convinced that they are vampires.  During the summer, they always came out after 9pm.  They would bike up and down the sidewalk and did whatever else it is that little children do for fun until after 10pm.  If they are vampires, then they definitely wouldn’t need me to save them because vampires are strong. [And sparkly!]

I think it would be fun to be a recluse.  But it would probably only be fun if you were famous.  If you’re famous and a recluse, like the writer in Stranger than Fiction, then people are intrigued by you and think you’re eccentric.  If you’re not famous, then it just takes a few weeks for the smell of your decomposing body to alert the neighbors.  I don’t think anyone wants that really.  Though if your neighbors are vampires, like mine, then they would probably smell you really early on before you got too gross.

Unfortunately, I can’t be a true recluse because I got married.  That’s kind of a big no-no for recluse membership.  They will throw you right out for that sort of thing.  So, thanks to Mr. W, the most I can ever aspire to be is a pseudo-recluse.  A mini-recluse.  A baby recluset.

Geez, it’s been a while since I’ve posted.  I’m sure you’re assuming it’s because my life is so glamorous and action-packed that I haven’t the time to get online regularly and, now that I’m finally here, will have lots of exciting stories with which to regale you.

Silly you.

Work is fine.  Health is fine.  There’s your update.  I’ve spent the past week or so on a quest for a better graphics card in order to play a few games too advanced for my current one.  For most people this would be a pretty achievable quest, so, naturally, I had problems with it.  It would seem that my computer was designed specifically so that the only graphics cards that would fit into the slot (a PCI Express X1, not x16 slot for any curious computer geeks out there) would not enhance my graphics enough to warrant the switch.  I found this out after purchasing (and returning) 2 such cards.  Unwilling to admit to defeat, I bought a whole new computer.  (And for only twice what the graphic card would have run me.)

And after all this, the game still doesn’t work. 

Just kidding.  It works.  But that would have been a perfect ending to the story, don’t you think?

Now I just have to re-install everything in the world.  Download time remaining: 344:01:23:47

The day after my birthday, my family decided we’d cross the state line into North Carolina and go hiking in the mountains at Chimney Rock. Little did we know that this particular day would tie for highest temperature in all of South Carolinian history. This sort of thing is pretty typical for my family.

Click for pictures…

I worked last night by myself because Sam and New-Guy-Eric both needed the night off to go to various weddings.  Of course, last night was a bunch of sold-out craziness.

I somehow managed to screw up a guest’s account so badly that I couldn’t: add or subtract anything from the charges, record that the guest paid me cash, or check the guest out.  I finally left it as it was and waited for the three morning shift people to come in.  None of them knew a.) how I managed to do what I did, or b.) how to fix it.

In addition, I ran the audit nearly 3 hours later than I was supposed to due to the busyness, the guest from the above paragraph, and the fact that I couldn’t get anything to balance.  Extremely frustrated, I cried in front of Mike-the-Bellman, who went through everything and finally helped me balance.  He then went out and surprised me with an iced mocha to try and cheer me up.  That part was nice.  Made me cry again.  (Being a girl sucks.)

I’ll definitely get woken up today with a call from the General Manager in which he says, “Teri, you’re driving me crazy” a couple times.  It’s been a while since I had one of those.

Oh, and I also managed to crash the hotel software system.  We had to reboot all the computers before it magically came back online.  I’m kind of impressed with that one though.