Terrible Tuesdays

It's become something of a running joke that at my job, there is no week that actually goes, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. It's more liiiiike....

Monday

Monday #2

Monday #3

Monday #4

and... Friday. 

Am I the only one? I can't be the only one. Haha. In case you think I'm joking, here's a short story:

I left for work just shy of 30 minutes early, rattling off a list of things I'd get done at the desk before the phone attached itself to my head like it usually does for the majority of my 9-hour day. About 5 minutes into my pre-planned embarking, I ran into ..... this:

yayyyyy, beechmont!
:| 

That was only 7:10!

... And also 7:15.
......... And then 7:25.
................... And then I made it past those arrows [woop woop!]... at 7:35.

Long, brake-light story short, I rolled into work around 8:15, which was juuust about right for what's been known as Terrible Tuesday at our office. Fortunately, it didn't stay that way for the entire day. There were some bright spots during which I felt like a snowplow in Cincinnati: rarely spotted but hugely effective when left alone to conquer the weird, muddled road.

[Sorry, Cincinnati]

Anyway, at the homefront, Rob and I teamed up to get dinner rolling, do homework with the mini and settle in after her bedtime to a night relaxing on the couch. Rob's been scrolling through boats for a couple hours, which tells me that after this house deal is closed, Lil' Bit Sum might be Lil' Bit GONE and who knows what'll be parked in the garage after that.

P.S. - We close on the 23rd... say whaaaat?!
^ I'll keep ya'll posted on that one. It's definitely not the worst Terrible Tuesday I've ever had ;)

G'Nite!

xo | cmd

Repetition

I'm pretty sure I've shared and said this one before, but the fact of it all is that there can never be too many repetitions of a tried and true directive. 

There have been several changes within the last couple of months, one in particular that has a huge impact on our daily lives: work! 

We've got one seasoned team member leaving for grad school in just a couple of weeks. We have a charismatic, fresh new employee replacing her. We have a new, burst-of-energy franchise owner who has assumed the business and is making gigantic strides in a new and improved direction. We have the departed franchisee who is still a much beloved figure and pops in occasionally, to nobody's dismay. We've also got a fanatically self-absorbed ex-employee who baffles everyone with a clear lack of discernment, etiquette, self-control and integrity [if I never hear the word intuitive again, it will be all too soon], still clinging to random areas without closure. Then we've got me, the perfectly imperfect employee who is tenured but just as scattered with all the adjustment as the rest of us. The three of us who will carry us forward are driven to see it work, and wiser for the experiences so far. 

It is so easy to fall into the trap of bitterness, exhaustion and frustration when the gears fall out of synchronicity, even if it just temporary. We're not missing pieces by any means, just still working on fitting the existing ones all together and getting them all properly worn in. It's a learning process, as is everything we do if we look at it in a chosen light.

I speak from my heart specifically today to the departed ex-employee, and the drama that individual has chosen to create for a reason that's still beyond all of us. There is no reason for it, and the water should've been under the bridge weeks ago. It's one of those things in life that's just not going to make sense, regardless of how we turn our heads to see it, and that ex-employee is one of those people who similarly will never be able to recognize the lies that they've told for so long that they've now accepted them as truths. There's only so much you can do, but the most important thing is to walk away from it, and not let the crazy get the best of the rest.

I am tired, yes. BUT, I'm not tired of the benefit received from efforts to do things the right way - with honesty, integrity, benefit to others and growth as a team together. I'm beyond excited for this new journey.

So repetition it is: NEVER tire of doing what is right. 

xo | cmd

Hump Day

In sequential thought overflow from our trip to Nashvegas and the conversation revolving around Marianne's hair: This is kinda how I felt today.

pahaha... marianne, this is for you.

Yep. It was one of those days. I felt legitimately insane for the larger part of the day today, but oddly enough found it to be unusually productive once it was said and done. My end-of-day email reflected a lot of work that I'm still not convinced I actually did... haha.

I like these low key kind of midweeks. Tonight = quesadillas and absolutely nothing extravagant. SOLD.

his & hers... lol ;)

homemade > restaurant. 'nuff said.

 Welp.. folks, that's really about all I've got for now. It's almost Friday!

Oh.. and Sydni comes home this weekend. SCORE. We may take a trip just for the heck of it, too. We'll see. For now, happy hump day, ya'll (:

xo | cmd  

GLAD IT WASN'T ME

WHOA, DUDE.

[random thought for today.]

Yeah. I just saw this shot and had to share it.
Note to self: My life could be worse.

Word.

xo | cmd

Hair Gone Wild

Hi, guys. :)
It's me, Cori.

p.s. - oktoberfest.. best known for:
feeding people ginormous pretzels since the beginning of time :)

This will be fun [for you moreso than me]. I'm fairly certain I'll take some heat for it, but history is history, and I can't change it; why then deny it, right? Haha.

ANYWHO:

yes, please.

While we were all sitting at lunch yesterday [after the moments of food-induced {in this case, Olive Garden breadsticks} silence that blankets a table of Baptists at the exact moment the food lands on it {don't act like you don't know}], we somehow brushed across the topic of our individual styles way back in the day. I love these conversations mostly because my imagination is excellent at fabricating the what-if from it, which is probably just as hilarious as what it actually was. For me, my hair is certainly one of those markers that I consider accurately indicative of what stage of life I was experiencing.

Here's the Hair Tale:



curly kiddie locks :)

I'm a hybrid Spanish and Filipino, so I had naturally curly hair when I was a youngster. It was usually tamed out with simple blowdrying, but yeah. Couple that up with a perm, and a haircut that landed right below my ears, and you had me, lanky, brace-face with poodle hair. Holler. Sorry folks, I don't have photo-documentation of that part, for many reasons. Just imagine it :). 

oh, junior miss pageant days.



cori & emily.
a stellar picture, altogether. haaa.

I grew out the curly mess eventually, and by the time I graduated high school, it was manageable. However, over the course of the four years of high school sports: track and soccer primarily, I tapped into trying different methods to keep the mess out of my face. The most conducive fix had to go far beyond the standard ponytail, so I wound up giving myself cornrows here and there for various sporting events. Yeah, it happened.



goin' brown!



short brown

Once high school was behind me, I ventured out on my own into the world of college. My poor hair didn't know what it was in for, but Not only did I chop it, but started in with color alteration. I didn't go overboard [at least not at first], but I certainly went a few shades lighter. I don't know why I didn't just stop there while I was ahead, but I didn't, and wound up chopping it all off again. *sigh.



a catastrophe.



Move forward a year or so, and you would've found me in the early portion of some sort of revolutionary phase and decided that my hair should be different colors. As you see, I started off with subtle caramel highlights - nothing too extreme there. Again, I should've stopped there. Here's the thing though: A lot of gals [and hey, guys, too] probably don't think dying hair is that big of a deal, but let me remind you of something: I have black hair. For girls with black hair, obtaining blonde hair is not a good idea. I never got that memo, at least not on time. Somewhere along the line I also got some facial piercings to add to the disaster. Here's how well that worked out for me.

Riiiiight.



short, again.
[p.s. - sister, love!]

Luckily, the downward spiral that was my hair eventually picked up some positive momentum, and I returned back to something much closer to natural state. I will say this, though: if you ever go from black hair to blonde hair, it will take a .:long:. time to heal itself. *sigh. The good news is, I grew it all back out and left it alone for a good 4ish years, got married, had a baby, and then decided to donate it. Wouldn't you know I'd be the one to chop 14 inches off two days before shattering my collarbone into 10 little pieces. Anyone with short hair can tell you that maintenance of short hair is no fun with one arm.



present day



Wellllll..

I'm sorry to disappoint you that the story pretty much ends there. I haven't done anything ridiculous since my last donation, and I'm not sure that I will again, for a very long time. As it stands now, I'm back to normal, and for the time being, I'm completely cool with that. :)

What's your story? ;)

xo | cmd 

A Short Long Day



classically crazy

Today was one of those days: It wasn't a Monday, but it was the first day of the work week since yesterday was an observed holiday. That meant that everything that is typically Monday gets loaded onto Tuesday, along with Tuesday itself. I started out the day with a client tour on-site, and after that headed straight into the office. I don't think we stopped to breathe but a few times today, and the first time I looked at the clock after getting here surprised me when it said 1:36pm. By 5:00, I wouldn't have been able to tell you which way was up verses which was down, let alone where the entire day had gone.

It wasn't unproductive, though, I'll tell you that. Today was absolutely fruitful, but chaotic nonetheless.

And that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it.

That's pretty much all I can say about today.

We're halfway through the work week almost. That's a good sign :).

xo | cmd