Clowns, food, and uhh...other stuff

I got an email this morning informing me that I am employee of the week next week. Now, this is not as big a deal as it might sound at first. Okay, so maybe it doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but at least it sounds a little special, right? So I'm talking to my sister and letting her know how incredibly awesome her baby sister is, and she's like, "So did Amanda (my supervisor) put your name in?" Pause. Awkward laughter. "Uhh...well...no...I kinda put my own name in..." Immediately my cool factor dropped. I could just feel it. See, Tamra, the associate vice president of our branch, decided to do this "employee of the week" thing just so we could all get to know each other a bit better. Good idea, but most of my team was content to just read about everyone else and keep to ourselves. But Tamra, who knows our team well because she supervises the social workers and attends one of our staffings every week, accosted us in our cube and put the guilt trip on us to submit ourselves. So yes, I did put my own name in. And I'm proud of it. And I get a close parking spot all week next week. Of course, we get Monday off, so it's a short week, which I felt pretty shorted about at first...but then I realized I didn't really do anything to deserve it anyway...and...uhhh....

So how about those clowns, eh? Pretty creepy, right? With the face paint and the goofy hair and the big shoes? And how do they all get in that little car anyway? There's something sinister going on there for sure. (That was for Phyllis, who has been insisting that I cover the topic of why clowns are so creepy, even though I don't find them particularly creepy. And yes, Phyllis, you should feel like I'm patting you on the head right now.)

Heather requested that I address the issue of tv dinners. I think they're still called that, even though they aren't always eaten in front of the tv. Is that why they were called that in the first place? Or is it only a tv dinner if it's like a full meal, like the old Kids Cuisine I used to eat. Anyway, Heather was in the lunch room today and saw the garbage can full of Smart Ones and Lean Cuisines. She thinks it's terrible the monopoly they have over lunch foods. I think it's spectacular. I love Smart Ones and Lean Cuisines. Okay, so maybe they're not really as healthy as they pretend to be, but I still love them, and I feel slightly healthier eating them for lunch. It's better than going out, right? As long as I can fool myself, I can eat my Lean Cuisine french bread pizza in happiness.

We were talking about my blog at work today because Phyllis says that it often feels like I am patting her on the head when I'm talking about her. That is a phrase I used when Phyllis was doing the exact same thing to me. We were discussing how Phyllis is the only one with a nickname in my blog, and Meagan was like, "I want a nickname in your bl...wait, no I don't." I was slightly offended. Just because anyone in my life is fair game for my sarcasm is no reason to try to stay out of it. It wouldn't protect you anyway.

I still feel as if I am dry on topics, at least amusing ones. Challenge me, people. Let me know what you want to hear my own skewed view on. I dare you. Or don't.