My dad forwarded this, and it really spoke to me today.
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Author Archives: Rhonda
Craziness at work
Recently someone in our NY office accidentally sent out an email to all users of our travel system in North America. I’m not entirely sure how many employees that is, but I would guess around 10 – 15,000. Anyway, harmless enough, right? Ignore and delete when you realize it’s a mistake. Well, my inbox started dinging non-stop from people responding to ALL over it. The first two or three were like “you emailed me by mistake.” The next 150 or so were “stop responding to all!”
Then, someone let the crazy out. Here is a sampling of the responses from that point forward…
GO LEAFS GO!!!!!!!
We should do this every Friday.
Soo …how bout them knicks. Happy Friday!
EVERYBODY, KNOCK IT OFF!!!!
This is pretty funny. keep going
STOP THE MADNESS
Please
This is Fun….Happy Friday.
I concur.
Keep it up, let’s break the record for most inbox emails!
Idiots! (this one was from a vice president!)
Happy Friday to all.
Happy Friday everyone!
BOSCO (anyone have a clue what this means?!)
You are all part of the problem…and now I am too!
since we are replying to all–anyone know a good lunch place?
What city?
A few even sent photos …
So, I stink at math, and I’m no IT person, but that had to be a major compromise to our servers (10,000 people x 200 emails in about 10 minutes would be 2 MILLION emails!). I bet they were crapping their pants. And the weird part was we never heard anything else about it. No note from corporate telling us to not act like deranged monkeys when someone accidentally sends out an email to the entire company.
Oh, Anabella
What has Anabella been up to lately? Just the usual …
Showing just how grown-up she is becoming, by putting incredible mommy guilt on me for taking a work trip over Valentine’s Day …
(It says: “Dear Ronda: You weren’t here so I made you a Valentine’s day card. Love Anabella”)
Yes, now I am Rhonda instead of mommy. And I think she even misspelled my name on purpose. Everyone knows how much I hate that!
And she has been having some creative differences with her art teacher …
Oops? Sometimes I feel the school system has no appreciation for kids who think outside the box. Apparently Anabella was into body paint rather than painting on paper that day. Maybe she is hoping to get into Blue Man Group.
So Ryan Reynolds and I are on vacation …
I had a most excellent, albeit fairly PG dream about Ryan Reynolds last night. (I didn’t realize I even liked him, but apparently my subconcious likes him … A LOT.)
So, Ryan and I are on a cruise ship. He is beautiful, of course, and I am a much better version of myself. My hair is longer and thickier, and I am in a bikini … and I look good in it. He is super sweet … we are holding hands and laughing and talking. He suggests we go for a swim.
So we dive into the ocean and frolic about a bit, when I notice my cell phone on the ocean floor. And it’s ringing. It’s my friend Kristy. Ryan looks at me and says “I’ll get it sweetie.” He dives into the water and comes back with my phone.
I tell Kristy I will call her back. Ryan kisses me gently. I open my eyes and gaze deeply into his.
Then he says …
“Mommy, I need to go potty.”
At which point, real me wakes up to see Scarlett standing by my bed rubbing her eyes.
Ah, Scarlett. One, more information than I need at 5 a.m. Two, you have awful timing.
WTF? Wednesday
On the way to work yesterday, I witnessed a man try to avoid rear-ending someone on the freeway, but instead he flipped his SUV twice and then landed facing traffic in the freeway adjacent to the one we were on. It was beyond surreal and upsetting to watch the entire thing happen before my eyes.
But, even more disturbing, was that the police officer in the lane next to me, DID NOT STOP. I was completely dumbfounded. He didn’t even slow down. And he definitely saw the accident because he was one lane closer and about two car lengths behind me.
I slowed down to let him pass me, so I could give him a WTF look, but he didn’t look in my direction. So, I wrote down his car number, but now what do I do? I don’t think a call to the police station would do much. My friend Tracie suggested calling one of the local news stations. As she pointed out, Transtar probably has video of the entire thing.
What do you think?
Who knew Disney would be so awesome?
When Dan suggested we bring the girls to Disney for a week, I was “eh” on the idea. We drove (so dreading that was a huge part of the lack of excitement) 15 hours to Orlando, but even that wound up being kind of fun. And now that we have been here for a week, I have to admit it is one of the best ideas Dan has ever had. 😉
The girls have been in HEAVEN the entire time. Meeting all the princesses and characters. Going on silly rides, watching little shows and parades, eating horribly unhealthy things … this is little kid Mecca.
Here are a few photos. More when we get back.
WTF? Wednesday
Since when did dogs get so fancy and important? I was booking our dogs at the kennel and they asked me if I would like to pay extra for “5-star service”. I had already booked them in a “climate-controlled room” with a patio, so I was curious to hear what was better than that. You know, for a DOG.
Their 5-star service included extra playtime, special treats (graham crackers with mashed potatoes and meat – yuk) and … being READ A STORY AT BEDTIME.
WTF?!
It’s a Gaga holiday
Yes, I know I haven’t posted in forever. It’s not that I don’t think to … there just seems to be no time lately. More soon, but for now please enjoy the gingerbread house my department put together for a contest we are having here at the office. Inspired by Lady Gaga’s workshop at Barneys.
P.S. I can take little to no credit for this. I bought the stuff, and came up with the Lady Gaga theme, but my idea was to cover the entire house in meat. Our web designer Agustin was the creative force behind this beauty.
Happy Halloween
From Daphne and Strawberry Shortcake.
Strawberry Shortcake has slutty friends
I was online ordering a cute little Strawberry Shortcake costume for Scarlett, and came across several previously unknown friends of Ms. SS.
Meet Blueberry Muffin …
and Lemon Meringue …
This is the kind of stuff that bothers you when you become a mother to daughters.
It’s like “just wait, Scarlett … when you grow up, you can be this Strawberry Shortcake!”
