Not So Olympian Feats

Hi everybody!  This week was very eventful for me, which is why this is my very first blog post in the past five days! I spent the week working my arse off at the jobbie ‘errry day errrry day’ (say it like Drake) and then hitting the gym while I still have access. My most eventful moment of the week was yesterday because I finally wrapped my 8 week corporate fitness challenge (hence the aforementioned ‘still have access’ comment) and boy was it rigorous and grueling mostly because of how sedentary my lifestyle has been during my late 20s and all through my 30s. I’m so dayum happy I completed this challenge and that I won an MVP award for consistently showing up and working hard, following an idea through to fruition has not been my strong suit in the past for things I’m not required to do, so this award is especially sweet for me. I’ll definitely be posting more about this later; I’m just too exhausted (and just getting home) to go deep into this and this moment deserves to be recognized, I want it frozen in cyberspace forever as a reminder to me.

So after yesterday’s grueling finale workout, I segued into meeting up with some of my girls to check out the latest in comedy at a downtown club. I was entertained by the menu due to a major spelling error (check out the picture above) and then, with the exception of one poor comic was well entertained. You guys there is nothing worse than watching someone bomb on the stage…actually yes, there is something worse, admitting to bombing on the mic and then asking the audience to help you out. I couldn’t even watch because I knew he was just as flabbergasted by what was happening as the audience was but, like a fish out of water he flailed and flopped around the stage until finally the dj turned up a song I can’t remember and when the hapless gentleman still kept going the dj, more aggressively this time, turned the volume way up and the punch line to his last joke fizzled like a spent firework. Mercifully the other comedians saved the day and I can only hope this other comedian finds his way because really, it does take courage to get on that stage.

In other sadder news I learned a friend’s mother passed away  (we love you  J)L  We all heard about the passing of Sally Ride, the first female astronaut, and finally the death of Sherman Hemsley  who I call my  ‘tv daddy’ since he was probably most famous for his role as George Jefferson and due to the ‘oh so imaginative’ minds of middle school kids he was presumed to be my Dad. Of course nobody realllly believed that but I was mercilessly teased about George and Weezy being my parents. My retort? Well at least if they’re my parents I’m rich! I vividly remember watching The Jeffersons with my father; I also remember preferring that show to Good Times since I felt good times was about being poor and I already had real-life experience in that. As the years have passed I still love The Jeffersons especially the theme song but I’m far more understanding about Good Times and have grown to love that show as well, but this isn’t about the debate between the two shows rather it’s a final shout-out to Sherman Hemsley the man not the character.

Finally after not caring one way or the other whether I watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics I find myself typing this while glancing at the screen. I’m so cynical these days but I managed to be blown away by the pomp and circumstance of this event. I’m in shock right now seeing the James Bond scene with Queen Elizabeth…I’m buggin’! Why are they tryna act like she actually jumped, hahahhaha! Can you tell I’m in ‘real-time’? Anyhoo Danny Boyle, of Trainspotting and Slumdog Millionare fame did the damn thing directing these opening ceremonies. The energy was awesome , very fast-paced, very detailed just an orgasm for the eyes.

So I now leave you with you the following image, me with my glass of bubbly, my salad, and much later the cupcake you see above. I will be toasting to my less-Olympian feats of fitness as evidenced by my certificate. Seems counter-productive to have champagne and a cupcake after my fitness challenge but what is that phrase…ahhhh yes, everything in moderation…I’ll only drink half the bottle tonight.

Enjoy your weekend!

Workplace Etiquette: The Phone Edition

I am fresh out of light conversation topics. I am someone who if I feel comfortable with you will happily talk your ear off regaling you with stories about my life, somebody else’s life, my thoughts on an assortment of topics, etc. Today I overheard a co-worker apologize for the umpteenth time to a client on the line, this seems innocuous enough except that he apologizes for things that aren’t even his fault daily, say someone calls in and says they faxed their information to the wrong phone number, he’ll apologize to them for their mistake. Why does this bother me so? Because I’m all about personal responsibility…do not confuse this with always accepting blame gracefully, because that’s not what I’m saying here, but I truly do have the ability to choke down criticism like a mouthful of saltines with a dash of cotton mouth. Look I never said I was perfect! Fact of the matter is it disturbs me when people apologize for shit they didn’t do, it’s irresponsible because it promotes and rewards bad behavior. I don’t care if this involves clients; don’t apologize for something that you don’t need to apologize for. Don’t get me wrong if you work for a company and you happen to pick up the phone to a barrage of angry from a customer/client and you know someone in the company fucked up…then yeah you apologize under the ‘one banner’ rule and fix the problem; but if this customer/client calls you, admits they missed a crucial deadline, never checked the various correspondence the company sent to inform client of deadlines and then you get the rage call and decide, because this individual is screaming and foaming at the mouth, that your first reaction is to apologize…well that is completely unacceptable and even worse once you apologize you accept responsibility. We need to know how to treat customers but I’m a firm believer that the whole ‘yell and you get what you want’ mantra that seems to be popular is unacceptable. Believe you me, my current position has taught me quite a bit about business, bottom lines all that good stuff but most important, it’s taught me how to be a better customer. Here’s another piece to that better customer bit, please stop asking people how they are doing if you don’t mean it, it comes across as totally fake, which is why you’ll rarely hear me ask this question unless I genuinely want to know. I don’t care to chit chat on the phone with someone calling in with an action-item who wants to waste time asking how I’m feeling and ‘how’s the weather up there’, or cracking corny ass jokes. There are too many things to get done in the day; while I don’t want you to feel like a ‘number’ I also don’t want to have mindless chatter for several minutes before getting to the gist of the issue. I used to be horrible on the phone, I’d call my credit card company, tell them why I was behind on my bill and then proceed to give my life story aka excuses as to why I’d fallen behind and why I couldn’t afford to pay my minimum balance. That type of stuff irritates me to no end now and I wouldn’t have learned that vital lesson had I not been in my current position. So please spare me the empty apologies and the mindless chatter.

Rye Rye: Baltimore’s Own Doing Her Thing

Image: Pic of my copy of the July 2012 Urbanite magazine cover;  actual cover image is a photo by J.M. Giordano

In the past few weeks there’s one name that keeps coming up whether it be in conversation, a local magazine or a movie; that name is Rye Rye. Admittedly I’ve been living in Baltimore for about 7 or 8 years (I’ve lost count) and vaguely knew her name until suprise surpise my music aficionado homegirl from LA put me D about Rye Rye. Years ago she was aware of her music and asking me about her, shamefully I knew of her but wasn’t familiar with her music since I don’t tend to listen to dance or club music too often. Then I hear she hooks up with the always spectacular M.I.A. (who is either loved or totally misunderstood) and in eachother they find kindred spirits. Thanks to the premiere Hip Hop issue of Urbanite published in July, I had the opportunity to check out Rye Rye’s story as told by her to author Al Shipley in the article “Represent the World Town” a play on the Baltimore club track “Hands Up Thumbs Down”. I’m so happy I read this article because I ran across one piece of vital information, Rye Rye also got a spot in the recently released to DVD movie,21 Jumpstreet, turns out she not only acted in this movie, a song of hers was featured as well. All I can say is big-ups to Miss Rye Rye, she is a young woman doing her thing and it’s refreshing to see someone be from Baltimore but also be willing to stretch their wings and see what else is out there. Please oh please do yourself a favor and check out that movie, her lines are hysterical, one in particular that I won’t ruin by repeating here. So I wanna shout-out Rye Rye, congratulations on doing your thing and I wish you many more successes and that “Women Who Rock” cover onRolling Stone.

Help vote for Rye Rye to be Rolling Stone magazine’s cover girl for the September issue by clicking on this link: http://www.rollingstone.com/womenwhorock

Check out the aforementioned Urbanite article (great history about Baltimore Club music): http://www.urbanitebaltimore.com/baltimore/represent-the-world-town/Content?oid=1474904

Check out Rye Rye’s mentor M.I.A. (“Bad Girls” video, this isht is hot and gives me goosebumps, check it out): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE

Awesome picture! I used to work here, assisting historians, Hopkins faculty and students, as well as genealogy researchers with finding primary resources from this rare book collection. My favorite part of this collection? The bound copies of Harper’s Bazaar magazines circa the 1800s. I have fond memories of this place and have seen so many images, nice to see a new one

markdouglasscott:

The Peabody Library, Baltimore MD. Architect Edmund G. Lind 1878. 

Had to reblog! Westlands was my freshman year dorm (I’m a ‘97 grad) and it was magical. I lucked out and was in a triple that turned to a double due to a grad student moving out:) My roomie and I were housed in the middle room right above the main doors to the building on the front side of the lawn. Good times. Welcome to Sarah Lawrence!!!!

feuillesdepapier:

Westlands, my absolutely breathtaking dorm for next year! I’ll be living on the top floor in an enormous room with my two awesome roommates, Emma & Soleil. Yay, Sarah Lawrence!