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Speeding through life with a Preschooler and Toddler in Tow!

Don't Call Me Janet

I’m logging in for a brief moment to say “Hi” - *waves hi to everyone* and to vent.  I need to get this off of my chest… errrr… my ENORMOUS cleavage:

DON’T CALL ME JANET!

I hate it when people get my name wrong.  The only other thing that crawls under my skin as much as getting my name wrong is laziness.  My name is Janice – not Denise, Shannon, Jane or Janet. I particularly hate being called Janet.  I can handle it if you spell my name wrong – that’s an honest mistake.  Janice/Janis what’s the difference?  You knew my name and that’s what matters.

But calling me Janet?  That means you weren’t listening – you were hearing, but you certainly weren’t paying attention.  It’s like calling Mike, Mark, or calling Tim, Tom. 

My dad’s sister is Janet.  Before I got married, if people called me Janet, I would respond, “Janet xxxx” is my aunt.”  ‘Cause that’s the truth – she’s my aunt.  We shared a last name, but not a first name.  I have nothing against my aunt, she’s an incredible lady – I just want to be unique, different, an individual.

Got that? 

I am JANICE – hear me…ummm.. roar? Nah – hear me VENT! 

Why I Don't Use My Dreadmill

Nope – that wasn’t a spelling mistake in the title of this post.  I have a treadmill, but I prefer to call it my dreadmill because I much prefer to run outside.  

So why did I buy it?  Truth be told, it was because it was cheap.

I bought it used 5 yrs ago from a family friend when I was training for marathons and triathlons, but it sat unused until my first Mat Leave.  During mat leave Sierra would nap, and I would jog.  We kept the dreadmill in our unfinished basement until we moved to a home with a finished basement when Sierra turned 2.  The dreadmill then took up permanent residence in our garage (aka The Unused Exercise Equipment Wasteland).  I haven’t moved the dreadmill into the house because I’ve been concerned about the safety of the girls – I would love to run in the basement while watching TV on our big screen, but for some reason I’ve been scared to move it inside.  I’ve always felt it was too dangerous.  I just haven’t felt comfortable having it in the house.

Now I know why:

“The 4-year-old daughter of former heavyweight boxing champion Mike Tyson died Tuesday, a day after she was injured in a treadmill accident at her home, police in Phoenix, Arizona, said.” From: CNN (http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/05/26/arizona.tyson.daughter/index.html?eref=rss_topstories
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So tragic, so sad, so pointless.  And exactly why I don’t use my dreadmill.  Rest in peace dear little Exodus Tyson.

New Kid On The Block

So far so good. Today was my first day at the NEW JOB and everything went ok. I found my way there without:

 1) Getting lost
Or
2) Being late

 In fact I was there early and had to knock on the door to my department to be let in, while mouthing the words "I'm the new girl". Arrrgh! I hate being new! Everyone staring at you and making judgements based on how you look etc…

 The department that I'll be working in at my NEW JOB is almost 10x the size of my previous employers, so everyone seemed quite used to meeting new people - I'm not sure if I should take that as a good sign or a bad sign… Also, I'm taking the position of a woman who applied for my previous job at my previous employer - only I got that job instead of her. Another bad sign? (Apparently the industry I woek in is a small world).

 After being introduced to my entire (HUGE!) department, I spent most of today reviewing policies and templates. I was really impressed that quite a few members of my team workout/exercise at lunch - so cool! At my last job I was the token freakazoid who ran/workedout at lunch. In fact, my new co-workers have hired a personal trainer to do a boot camp exercise class for them in a meeting room a few days/wk! I'm really looking forward to participating and finally losing those last 10lbs of "baby" weight.

 Anyways - this is a short post tonight because I need to go to bed earlier than I used to - I now have a 45 min commute to work instead of the 7 min one I was used to. G'night!

  
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