I feel small and humiliated right now. My boss asked me to see her in her office after lunch. That's never a good sign. The topic? The dress I wore last Monday was too short. She gave me a pedantic, condescending lecture. "Some dresses are pretty but shouldn't be worn to work."
K, thanks, got it. She pulled out the dress code but couldn't locate any portion that specified skirt length, not that it mattered. I would have appreciated and been able to handle the news last Monday when I was actually wearing the scandalous frock. I'm not someone who wears skimpy clothes for attention. I actually disagree that my dress was too short -- it was two inches from me knee and little old ladies compliment me on it all the time -- but I didn't argue. Plus I'm not wearing the dress today -- 8 days later -- to prove my point. I just turned bright red (an embarrassing feature I can't control), said "OK," and smiled. She then added that my sleeves need to be "at least 4 fingers in width," an unnecessary comment considering I never wear sleeveless dresses or shirts and always wear a cardigan. Anyway, I agree with the dress code and never intended to show up in a mini skirt.
Blah. I won't make a habit of this bitter blogging, but I just needed to blow of some steam.
Inappropriately dressed,
hanna
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
crap race report
The marathon is over and I've already reflected on my complaints, mistakes, misfortunes...and the positives too. In short, I ran, if what I did qualifies as "running," one of my worst races, but it was still a good experience, although I don't plan to run the Disney Marathon again. I run a bad race and shrug it off as 'not my thing'. Remind me of this when I start talking about Disney Marathon 2012....
Needless to say, I did not meet my goal time, my back up plan time, or even my 'F-it! I'm just going to enjoy this' time. My regretfully slow pace was partly due to a difficult course (a lot of concrete -- my least favorite!), slightly due to stomach issues (I'll exclude the details), and mostly due to my mentality. My already extreme race anxiety is exacerbated by crowds of people. This marathon was a sensory overload with thousands upon thousands of people, characters, lights, fireworks, entertainment, and the SELL SELL SELL mentality through and through. I felt overwhelmed and psyched myself out when it came time to simply run. Dating back to high school cross country, I have an odd tendency to run faster during practice than while racing, due to nerves. I perform better without the circus. I'm not sure how to get over my race anxiety, but it's something I recognize. The first step is admitting you a have a problem.
On a chipper note, the Disney Marathon is a fun experience, especially, I assume, if ran with friends. I wouldn't recommend this marathon to anyone looking for a great race time. Characters pose for pictures along the entire course. A lot of people were having a good time stopping for pictures at every mile. I didn't think to bring a camera, so I missed out on getting my picture taken with Cinderella, Mickey, The Beast, and all the other characters whom I didn't recognize. Another positive, I must say that the Disney employees and volunteers are the nicest, happiest, most enthusiastic race cheerleaders I have ever seen. I don't think I would have been able to feign their exuberance if I had to wake up at 3am to service thousands of stinky, obsessive compulsive maniacs.
Typical day after, I look silly walking down the stairs because my legs won't bend. I wouldn't use my free pass to Disney World today even if I didn't have to work. Yesterday I felt sorry for the kids whose parents brought them to a closed Disney World well before sunrise to watch adults run for hours in the cold. Those parents better be taking their kids to Disney World, for real, today -- payback.
Me and Eugenio after the race. He came to cheer me on!
Needless to say, I did not meet my goal time, my back up plan time, or even my 'F-it! I'm just going to enjoy this' time. My regretfully slow pace was partly due to a difficult course (a lot of concrete -- my least favorite!), slightly due to stomach issues (I'll exclude the details), and mostly due to my mentality. My already extreme race anxiety is exacerbated by crowds of people. This marathon was a sensory overload with thousands upon thousands of people, characters, lights, fireworks, entertainment, and the SELL SELL SELL mentality through and through. I felt overwhelmed and psyched myself out when it came time to simply run. Dating back to high school cross country, I have an odd tendency to run faster during practice than while racing, due to nerves. I perform better without the circus. I'm not sure how to get over my race anxiety, but it's something I recognize. The first step is admitting you a have a problem.
On a chipper note, the Disney Marathon is a fun experience, especially, I assume, if ran with friends. I wouldn't recommend this marathon to anyone looking for a great race time. Characters pose for pictures along the entire course. A lot of people were having a good time stopping for pictures at every mile. I didn't think to bring a camera, so I missed out on getting my picture taken with Cinderella, Mickey, The Beast, and all the other characters whom I didn't recognize. Another positive, I must say that the Disney employees and volunteers are the nicest, happiest, most enthusiastic race cheerleaders I have ever seen. I don't think I would have been able to feign their exuberance if I had to wake up at 3am to service thousands of stinky, obsessive compulsive maniacs.
Typical day after, I look silly walking down the stairs because my legs won't bend. I wouldn't use my free pass to Disney World today even if I didn't have to work. Yesterday I felt sorry for the kids whose parents brought them to a closed Disney World well before sunrise to watch adults run for hours in the cold. Those parents better be taking their kids to Disney World, for real, today -- payback.
Me and Eugenio after the race. He came to cheer me on!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
can't-write-it
A regular patron (whom I adore) frequently (nearly every day) tells me, "You have the patience of a saint. You'd make a really good shrink." I'm not sure if he says that to everyone who works the center, but I'll accept it as a compliment. Although my employer probably prefers for me to state, "that is not a service we provide" more often than not when someone starts detailing his or her problems.
Because I prefer to keep my job, I have refrained from writing about the happenings at the library, but I must tell you, there are plenty of outlandish, can’t-write-this-stuff, blog-worthy scenarios taking place in my face every day. I don’t like to eavesdrop or involve myself in drama for the sake of gossip, but I can’t avoid it even if I tried. I usually tell Eugenio my stories-of-the-day when I get home and he agrees that a reality show in the library would make interesting television. Even a sitcom based on scenarios that happen in any urban downtown library would work. And I’d read a blog titled "overheard at the library" and frequent a "FML: library edition" website. Alas, I like my job and experiencing the real deal up close, so I won’t be spearheading any such projects. The people here inspire me, but I can't use it, so I'd like to throw the idea out there.
Because I prefer to keep my job, I have refrained from writing about the happenings at the library, but I must tell you, there are plenty of outlandish, can’t-write-this-stuff, blog-worthy scenarios taking place in my face every day. I don’t like to eavesdrop or involve myself in drama for the sake of gossip, but I can’t avoid it even if I tried. I usually tell Eugenio my stories-of-the-day when I get home and he agrees that a reality show in the library would make interesting television. Even a sitcom based on scenarios that happen in any urban downtown library would work. And I’d read a blog titled "overheard at the library" and frequent a "FML: library edition" website. Alas, I like my job and experiencing the real deal up close, so I won’t be spearheading any such projects. The people here inspire me, but I can't use it, so I'd like to throw the idea out there.
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