I’m nervous…
We’re about to start messing around with Process Brilliance, TQM and Six Sigma. It doesn’t help that the leader of this little journey appears to be a Brit who’s moved to the Carolinas. Makes for an interesting accent - sort of like the Geico gecko with a twangy drawl.
At least he provides contrast to the guy who sits on the other side of the cube wall. Imagine Ray Romano as Manny the Mammoth from the Ice Age movies talking about databases.
**it’s FIRDAY!!!**and in about 3 hours I am off to a weekend of food, beer, poker, and friends. YAY!
Yes. It’s Friday, and Mum has taken Gnat away, and I’m going to shower and then go back to bed and read and laze until it’s doctor’s appointment time. Yay!
Um, sometimes being an adult sucks. Wish me luck in what I have to do today.
On a related note: do you think if I stand on my head that it will keep tears from leaking out of my eyes? 
Anyone have PayPal access that would help me get one of those funky status lines? Shoot me a PM, puuuulleeeeeeeze.
We did TQM a looooooong, looooong, looooong time ago. It didn’t last long. Of course, now all the rage is Lean Six Sigma. I think it’s an overly expensive and overly tedious process improvement program. They should do a black belt study on the process of Lean Six Sigma!
TGIF! I’ve had freakin’ enough of the work week!
I’ve never liked Emma at all. I think she’s an immature brat.
I haven’t had those, but I’ve had the Trader Joe’s dark chocolate covered pomegranates, and they’re soooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooooooood.
Last night I cooked for the first time this week, which is really unusual. (Usually I cook 6 nights a week.) Monday we went out to Famous Dave’s for National Pig Day. Tuesday we had leftover spanikopita. Wednesday was just general leftover day. So I finally cooked last night and made stuffed peppers. They were good. Tonight’s going to be mozzarella-stuffed sausage meatballs. They’re really good.
And my work dessert calendar (with a recipe each month that I’m making for my coworkers each month) has Irish Cream brownies this month. They look incredible so I’m going to try out the recipe this weekend. Nom.
Ok, the deed is done. I’ve quit crying…
Now on with the rest of my day.
With smoked mozzarella?
:drools all over the MMP:
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I’m finishing off my box of Cocoa Puffs before I head to the doctor (just a followup, no biggie). What’s worse is that I woke up at 6:30, could not figure out why I was awake, finally fell back asleep, had a weird dream*, and then woke up groggy. Dammit.
:: zzzzzooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm::
Roise’s sig to all…
I’ve read but retained nothing. I just had my first telephone interview out of the blue and I think I was just too nervous, even though I had my resume and the ad up on my computer. 
Me too.
I’m outta here! I have a good weekend!
Well, if nothing else, practice makes perfect. I think it’s good to have a couple of interviews for positions you don’t really care about so that you do well on the ones you do care about. Fingers crossed in any case.
She is a spoiled brat, taxi, but this version does a good job of toning that down a bit and also pointing up the fact that the story shows you a lot about the prospects for motherless children. I think this is actually the best of the 3 adaptations I’ve seen.
Tired. Stressful day making sure that a bunch of special processes get done tonight.
Guess I should go find food.
Back later.
Hugs.
GT
Hmm. We want to wait for a bit before potty-training Gnat, because in twenty-one days (at the outside) he’ll have a baby brother and everything will go to pieces, but he’s becoming inordinately interested in potty-training. We’re thinking about starting a lowgrade basic version of potty training. Will everything go to hell if we can’t keep it up all the time post-baby?
Which I haven’t had yet, although I’ve had a VBAC consult, and booked a c-section appointment (for ten days past due, if kidlet #2 hasn’t come out by then). Whee.
Mr. Lissar’s feeling tired and sick, so we’re going to do some basic tidying and then go to bed. More sleep= better.
I think babies are pretty cute, but not that interesting until they start to talk. And can say things like “Draw a red TARDIS Mommy please”, and “Oh God I love Daddy too much.” or “Going to see funny Beaker maybe mango?”
Oh, that’s much too generous. I say “live” is anything short of being in Trendelenburg, on at least 2 inotropes, “life support” (aka a ventilator), badly skewed labs and unstable vital signs. If none of those are present, stop whining! (oops–I see I am so tired that I confused “live” with my definition of “sick”. Never mind. Move along)
I had a horrid day yesterday as an RN–it turned into a 12 hour shift. Luckily the pt care was simple, but my dogs were barking. And I did get time and half for 4 hours due to being “on call”. Me likes on time and half…
Had a very busy, but productive day at the library. #2 son asked me on the phone if we could go to the Shedd this weekend. I said sure, so tomorrow we’re going to go look at various penguins, sea mammals etc. Hopefully the orcas will have already eaten…
I did something I’m not real proud of, but it still makes me feel good. A week or so ago, #2 son and TH went to the Field (no, I don’t know what museums in Chicago all have one name, like Cher or Madonna) to see the mineral exhibit. They had a lovely time. #2 son wanted me to go with, but I was still in my jammies (and barely awake), so I didn’t go. After they came back, TH was discussing it with me (not in front of #2 son). I said something like “it sounds like it was good and I did want to go, but I was just too tired.”
TH said, “No, I’m glad you didn’t go. I needed to get away.” or words to that effect–they may not have been in that specific order, but he definitely said I was not welcome on that trip because my being there would not have added to his enjoyment. Now, I can understand those feelings–we all have them. Understanding doesn’t mean appreciating or accepting. So I told TH tonight, after he said he had an early meeting so we would need to push back our departure time tomorrow, that he’s not going. Nope, see, I need “time away”… He’s quite put out in the FR on the couch. Poor thing.
Hey, I’m not proud of it, but it does feel good. <need evil smiley here>
I have no idea what is going on in here because while I do read, there is no retention.
Ah, GACK. Lisslar! Start him already and so what if it all goes to hell? Strike when the iron’s hot.
Daughter also showed interest when I was 9 months preggoed with #1 son. Everyone said don’t do it–it’ll be traumatic for her or some silly stuff. We just did low key training. We had a book (several) about it that we read aloud; we put the potty chair (not one that goes on the toilet but a separate one) in the bathroom and if she felt like using it, she did. No pressure, no bribery, no tears. I was home with a newborn anyhow–what better time?
She “trained” in about a month–night time dryness came several months later. For awhile I did Pull-Ups if we were going to be out at a fancy thing/event, but soon she was high and dry. Just don’t be surprised if he does regress or take a few detours. Boys tend to be slower than girls at this and every kid responds to a new sib differently.
Her seeing a baby made her realize how grown up she was. She would say, “I’M not a BABY–I don’t use a diaper!”.
So, go with what feels right. It’s going to be chaos anyway–I don’t see the harm in starting Gnat now.
You can just use your credit card - you don’t need a PayPal account.
Hi. I survived the VTC as did the other participants. It went well - our customer really liked the product, and they mentioned the stuff I did specifically. Not me by name - they didn’t know I’d done it, but they cited two things that I did myself. So yay me! Plus I got almost 2 hours of credit time.
We went out to eat. We were going to try the new Chinese place, but it turned out to be way too casual - you order at the counter, wait, then take your food to a table. Not what we wanted. So we ended up at Olive Garden. Not my idea, but tolerable.
Our roofing stuff was delivered today, and the guys will be at it tomorrow. Yay!!
That’s all I’ve got. I’m tired. I’m going to read my funnies, then hit the rack. TGIF!
PS - send chocolate.
I have practically no experience in the potty-training arena, but I think** rigs** is right: go for it!
Yay on the good VTC, and especially on the praise for your part of it,** FCM**. I’ve been watching TV online and knitting. Now I’ma gonna get some laundry started and think about what I have to get done this weekend - there’s lots. Hoping to recaulk the bathtub, among other things.
Also, there’s a pot luck tomorrow. Gotta decide what to take.
Off to be productive. Or something.
GT
Just taking a break from my marathon day of craziness. Can’t decide if I should keep going or go to bed soon.