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WORK

me, tom sawyer and pms 021


Silly/Fun work-night kept me from going trough more of the road-trip pics the other night.

Co-worker Erin, (a.k.a.: archi-goddess), Kevin and I went for happy hour at JJ’s to let the crowd clear out of the leasing office.

Part of my job description here is “the continued development and implementation of a strong cohesive visual voice for all companies within our organization”….. *ya like that? – I wrote it myself – and I think it sounds like complete bullshit, although it’s genuine…. (besides… “BRANDING” is dead… I hate that word).

How exactly I got them to return to work with me to help me paint the leasing office’s display wall is beyond me. (Froo-froo logos, tag-lines and graphics to be applied to the surface shortly). Nonetheless they did… Thanks to their speed and efficiency – they wound up doing most of the work since I had to step out and try to catch the sunset at another property.

I did pay for the cocktails at happy hour… and ran and got a bag of tacos…

There’s something fun about hitting that twelfth hour with coworkers you really like and getting into that tired slap-happy head-space.

The wall is getting mixed reviews… Beige and Antique White has set a dreadful precedent here – but I think they’re all digging it now that they’re past the initial shock… Of course, I did this while the boss, (beloved princess), was out of town… Because it’s just too hard to sell things like huge expanses of Pantone 021 to someone verbally.

You just gotta see it.

Can’t blog about it though.

LIVE

break in the heat-n-haze


The nasty heat-wave we’ve been having is supposed to break today.

You can tell…. Breathing isn’t such a chore… You can make buildings out in the distance…. the clouds have changed their personality.

Meanwhile – I’m preparing for the relief and will most likely spend the bulk of my day out nabbing as many exterior shots of our, (work’s), properties as I can during the break.

Meanwhile – I’m not blogging about it.

LIVE

white-knuckled return


We flew out in the afternoon during a tropical storm.

It’s hurricane season down there and though it wasn’t one that we left through – the weather.com radar picture graphic had a lot of purple and magenta in it.

Now… WHY would someone who is antsy about flying anyway bother to look at the radar before leaving on a Pradaâ„¢-Bag-sized airplane in the middle of a storm?

Because – neurosis and a morbid sense self determination is simply in my nature.

Sorta how birds migrate,… bears hibernate…. and Republicans don’t recycle.

I swallowed my terror the best I could… The bosses and the architect could tell I was in knots and did a great job distracting me with foot rubs, backgammon, sticking flowers in my hair and making me blush with kissy photo ops intended to make my husbands jealous.

The only jealousy that I seemed to get was Kevin’s cautious warning but envious observation that these guys act more like good friends than coworkers and bosses.

I’d venture to say… “isn’t that the way its supposed to be?” – but I am new to all this.

I’m new to blogging too.. *what is it?

WORK

day 1. part 3


I was so tired that it felt like I had just laid my head down on the pillow for a moment when I heard Amy call out.. “Corbett! Get up we gotta go!!!”

To celebrate the closing on the resort and christen the second (newly commissioned) pirate ship – we had a party cruise aboard what is now called the Anne-Bonnie.

It was a smaller get together… the party of 30 comprised the gang from St. Louis… The Cayman management… boss owner types and their families and some real estate big shots.

The water was a lot calmer in the evening than earlier that day… Good thing too because I didn’t have a chance to stop by a drug-store and find one of those sea-sickness patches.

A nice spread of food was laid out in the galley, and a friendly, busty blonde manned the open bar and we, literally, sailed into the sunset.

All in all it was about a 3 hour cruise.

(resist urge to sing and make Gilligan’s Island references).

At about hour two, once my memory sticks were filled I got super schmoopy thinking how incredible the experience was followed by a little teary guilt wishing the guys were with me.

Erin helped pull my head outa my ass and we spent the remainder of the cruise chatting.

Hit a monkey-themed bar for ho-hum munchies and drinks before hitting my pillow later.

The day felt like a week.

This however does not feel like a blog.