Wappy Hour

Afternoon blahs!  They hit me like a ton of bricks right around 2:30pm every day.  Can’t keep my eye lids open….. drifting, drifting,… damn it I need to walk around to keep from falling asleep. Would anyone notice if I slipped into the first aid room for a 20 min power nap?  This wouldn’t be happening if I were still on vacation.  Instead, I’d be like “wow, I’m feeling a little sleepy.  Maybe I should pour myself a glass of wine and go lounge out on the deck.”

THAT’S IT!  I need to write a proposal to ownership requesting approval for WAPPY Hour. (Happy Hour, but with a W for work — get it?)  I know, clever right?!?



First, I need to draft up an executive summary of the existing issue and how change is needed to resolve it.  Next, I should make a list of recommendations.


  • Front Lawn Loungers
  • Mini-bar
  • Tapas
  • Lap pool?
  • In-house Masseuse

Good start; I can work with this.  Next: What’s in it for the company?

Benefits to Organization:

  1. Happier employees
  2. Increased productivity
  3. Reduced leave of absense requests
  4. Potentially Employer Of The Year Award!!!
  5. Team building
  6. Reduced conflict among workers
  7. Reduced employee attrition and turnover

WOW – how can they overlook the benefits of this ingenious idea?

Proposal name:  

WAPPY HOUR: A Wellness Initiative to Increased Revenues


  • Benefits of Wine statistics
  • Correlation between happy employees and increased productivity studies
  • Employee survey: statistics to demonstrate employees appreciation for this type of workplace initiative
  • Cost savings analysis of reduced turnover

OK, I’ve got a good outline here.  I think I will give this project a two-week timeframe for completion and then request a submission meeting.  This is going to be so great.  Not only will I be implementing a new and improved health benefit, but potentially also receive a great job recognition by way of a raise?

Break-times over, so I better get at it.  I’m a sharer, so if anyone wants to use this idea for their own workplace, fly at it.  I’m all about spreading the need for happier work environments.











Any time off work is cause for celebration!  What have I done so far you ask?  

Porch guitar sessions

Wine tours with my mama

Home renos

Afternoon lazies

School work, shopping, work outs and naps.  I know, I know — party girl 😜

Relaxation and catch up was on the itinerary for this little break, but now… I just received a call for a job interview.  Work has been causing me some stress lately, and so before I went in holidays, I threw out a few resumes just to see.  The one and only posting I was interested in –called me.  

This is great, but now I filled with nervousness and confusion. I know I will be ok at the interview and nerves are normal, but I always get an overwhelming sense of guilt if I check out opportunities when I still have a job. I don’t even know at this point if I will want the job, an all I’m doing is checking into it, so why guilt?   Why do I feel like cheating wife?  I’ve had to lay off over 50 people this year, so I’m fully aware of my employer felt it necessary, they’d hand me my pink slip. It’s business, not personal.

I will remember this and have a glass of wine. 

I hope you are all doing well, I miss you and I will try and catch up on my reading soon.  

Slow Down You Talk TOO Fast

I need to get this important message out to the world as soon as possible.  So readers, if you know anyone like I’m about to explain, please help me spread the word and stop the madness.

To all people who leave voicemails:

Thank you for taking time to slowly explain the reason for your call.  I appreciate the time and effort you put into leaving such a detailed message.  Because you have explained the urgency of the matter, and I now know that you require immediate response, I am happy to contact you back asap.  There’s only one problem.  You left your return phone number in turbo speed.  I think that light travels slower than your voice did at the end of the message.  You were so careful to leave the details of the message in a slow, methodical, manner — what happened at the end?  Did you suddenly get an urge to pee?  Was your phone battery dying?  Did your morning espresso kick in?  I hope you’re ok, because I could hear the urgency in your voice has me a little worried.

Unfortunately, I can not return your call because I can’t hear as fast as you talk.  All I heard was “my number is 1-800-twoofslithnin7foot.”  I’ve replayed your message five times, and I’m so sorry, but I have no idea what you were trying to say.  I really hope you try me again, and if you do, I would be a big help if you could SLOW down for the only part of the message I actually care about.

Thank you so much for your attention to the matter.  If you feel you are unable to accommodate my request, might I suggest email.

Warmest Regards



Just a little Wednesday morning work post for all you BIZ peeps out there.


Thou Shalt Not Plan

arm, hand, desk

My TV is rarely on, but when it is, I’m either watching Triple D or Criminal Minds.  I’ve seen every episode of Criminal Minds at least 5 or 6 times; possibly more, I don’t keep track.  The shows about a group of FBI agents that make up the BAU (Behaviour Analysis Unit).  The BAU is task with hunting down serial killers using, you guessed it, behaviour analysis.  A little dark, yes, but that’s me: a little dark on the inside.

In every episode a thoughtful quote is narrated by one of the shows characters.  It’s either thrown right after the beginning scene, or just after a dramatic ending along with a deep lyrically moving song.  The quote from last nights show inspired this writing today.

“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” – Joseph Campbell

Now those are words to live by, and words I’ve had to re-learn a time or two.  I don’t find letting go easy, actually I find it excruciatingly difficult.  The hardest decision so far in my life was leaving my marriage.   I felt like a failure, and it took me many years to let go of the guilt that decision had on me.

You see, I thought marriage was the answer to life.  Growing up, my only role model was my single mom who received no child support and who’s parents died when I was only three.  She worked several minimum wage jobs just to put a roof over our heads and food on the table.  Her life goal? Find a man to marry who would take care of us.  I can’t say I blame her.   She had no one to turn too, and I can’t imagine how hard it was for her.  Needless to say, that became my focus on life.  My plan was to get married, get a job, and buy a house.  And guess what?    I did.

I married at 23, studied accounting and found an average job, and then my husband and I bought a house.  It was perfect, everything I had dreamt of.  Then, one day, I woke up and thought “Now what?”   I had it all, everything on my life list was ticked off, so why was I feeling empty.  Why was I so sad all of the time?  In the end, I blamed my marriage. How was I to know it was so much more than that.   If I knew then what I know now would I have stayed?  No, I don’t think so.  But, I would have known it wasn’t a man that was making me unhappy; it was that I hadn’t learned what I wanted in life.

It took another failed relationship for me to finally clue into the truth. I, DIDN”T KNOW WHO I WAS.   I didn’t know what inspired me or what made me tick.  My life experience had revolved around pure survival.  All I knew of the world was work and marriage.  I thought I needed a steady job and a man.  “Need” is now no longer in my vocabulary, and although I may not have all the answers to life, I do know one thing: You need to experience as much as you can in life to figure out what your life is meant to be.  There is no end game, it’s all about trying new things and seeing where they take you.  A man (or partner) is meant to be a companion; not a goal.

I don’t have everything I think I want in life right now, but that’s a good thing.  All I can do is live, learn, and experience.

“We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.” – Mark Nepo


The Daily Grind — Facebook Style

Time has been on my mind lately.  More specifically, the passing of time.  This is undoubtably part of getting older.  Time becomes more precious when you realize that half your life is already over.  Regrettably, I find myself becoming more and more worried about wasting time.

One of the guys from work would answer to that “Well Kim, you’re anxious about everything… haha.” Smart ass.  Ok, so yes I worry about a lot of things, that goes with the territory of having an anxiety disorder.  However, I don’t think it’s terribly unusual for a person to be concerned about wasting his or her life away.   But how do you know if your wasting time?

My life is simple: I’m a single, middle aged, working woman.  I have no children, a few great friends, and family near by.  I’d love to say that I’m adventurous, and that I travel any chance I can, but I’m not, and I don’t.  Not to say, I won’t try something adventurous from time to time, but I certainly don’t seek it out.  I could travel, but it would be alone, and that just doesn’t appeal to me.  The excitement of travelling for me is the sharing of the experience.

Here’s another question: “Would I feel I was wasting time if social media had never been invented?”  If I didn’t see everyone else doing, what looks like, so much more than me?  Friends are getting engaged, having babies (or grandbabies), going on extravegant vacations, attending non-stop parties, buying new houses, the list just goes on and on.  If you look at my Facebook page you will find:

  • Picture of my dog
  • Reposts of cute or funny video’s
  • Maybe a self or two of me playing guitar
  • A comment about my broken car
  • A comment about being stressed about an upcoming test

Not exactly jaw dropping updates.  My life is just my life.  When I take a vacation from work, I usually stay home.  I love having a week to sleep in, read a book, wander aimlessly downtown and go for coffee.  I want to rest on my vacation, not stress about travel plans.  OK, I won’t mind going away sometime soon, but if it doesn’t happen, I’m not going to be shattered.  Social media makes me feel like a boring person, and it makes me feel alone.

As a single woman, I do spend a lot of time alone.  This is just the way it is when you are a bit older and on the market.  I’ve become pretty accustom to doing things by myself, and I don’t give it a second thought until I browse Facebook.   Facebook makes all that I accomplish seem insignificant and dull.

STOP — OK, so the other morning, this was how I was feeling after spending only 4 minutes scrolling my Facebook feed page.  People smiling, bragging, making life seem sickenly perfect.  PLEASE, as if.  This had me thinking: Why don’t I start posting “My Daily Grind” comments.  Maybe something like “Read the paper this morning, it was midly entertaining.”  “Stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work, bought some apples.”  “Noticed I need to fix one of my front steps, so I will probably tackle that this weekend.”

Being the “weird” girl I am, I’ve decided to do just that.  Everyday, at some random time, I will post “My Daily Grind” comment.  I will share what my life is actually like.  I will not embellish or inflat my life in any way.  LOL — I wonder how many Facebook friends I can lose in 10 days.






Smarty Pants

When I registered my domain on WordPress, I was asked to enter in a user name.   I’m not good at coming up with clever names; I named my dog Olivia, so that tells you something. I tried to come up with a name that fit the content of my blog; however, I didn’t have a clear vision of what I was going to write about.  Because I teach fitness as a hobby, I toyed with the idea of writing a fitness blog.  However, the topic doesn’t interest me enough to dedicate all my writing to it.  Other possible options were to write about being single with no kids, living with generalized anxiety and depression, entering university at 41, my career in Human Resources, being in my 40s, my online dating fiascos, etc etc etc.  This is a prime example of what it’s like to have generalized anxiety.  There were too many possibilities, and I couldn’t commit to any of them.  I couldn’t come up with a cohesive idea, and it was giving me anxiety.

How do you pick a user name when you have no idea what your blog is going to be about?  I just wanted to write; I was looking for a new hobby and outlet.  I figured my writing would take it’s own natural course and a theme would automatically develop.  It really hasn’t, as I write about pretty much anything and everything. Admittedly, my blog is a bit chaotic in content. I can’t dictate what will inspire me from day to day or minute to minute.  I have busy brain, so I just have to go with it.  Anyway, I still needed to come up with a user name, so I turned to my friends for help.

I picked a couple of close friends and a few co-workers, and I asked them to describe me in three words.  My dear friends came up with kind, loving, dork, perfectionist, loyal, respectful, beautiful, and generous.  Geez, I love these people.  Suprisingly, the top three descriptive words my friends came up with were: smart, smartass, and smarty pants.  My favorite was smartass, but I didn’t think it was appropriate for a user name.  Smart girl sounded a little egotistical, but smarty pants had a ring to it.

I am smart, maybe not genius, but smart enough.  I’m most definately a smartass, as a matter of fact, I pride myself on my “smartassery.”  Consequently, I gave myself the user name of smartygirl41.  Clever? Definately not!  If my user name was clever it wouldn’t reflect who I am.  Wordplay is not a skill I possess.  I have an appreciate for good wordplay, but I can’t come up with it (on purpose) no matter how hard I try.

Nonetheless, my user name sums up my sense of humour, femininity, and stage of life.  “Smartass” – “Female” – “old lady”  The 41 will not be relevent if my blog continues past October 2016, but like I said: I’m not good at coming up with names.  I suppose I could have used “Kidlessdork” or “Anxiouslysingle” — maybe next time.  This go around I’m just plain smartygirl41.  I have embraced my weak naming abilities; I can’t be good at everything.  For those of you with witty, clever, amusing, or perfectly descriptive user names, you have my deepest admiration.




Dear Rejection

Dear Rejection,

It was very nice seeing you this weekend, and I hope you enjoyed your stay.  I hope you don’t mind my bluntness when I say “you scare me.”

Please don’t take that the wrong way, as I know you mean well.  However, whenever there’s a chance of seeing you, I second guess myself.  Even though we have known each other for years, your presence still unnerves me.  When you are here, I question my self-worth, and I wish I had never tried or reached out at all.

I know we are close, as you have played a big role in both my personal and professional life.  How many times have you been there when I’ve applied for a new job, gone on a blind date, or shared a new blog post?  I’ve lost count, but I know it’s been a lot.  For all the times you’ve been there for me, I feel I haven’t given you the credit you deserve.

Yes, you scare me, but you also make me strong.  It’s because of you that I try harder and push myself.  It’s because of you that I have learned who I am, and what I want in life.  I have you to thank for redirecting me when I’ve gone off course, as you are better at directions than I.

I’m sorry for the times I have blamed you for my own self-abuse.  It is not you critisizing me when I don’t get a job, or when a partner leaves me; I do that to myself.  All you were doing was closing a door behind me to prepared me for the door ahead.  So thank you.  Thank you for steering me in the right direction, even when it doesn’t feel like it.  I’d like to say that I won’t be afraid of our next visit, but that would be a lie.  However, you are always welcome because I realize you only have my best interest at heart.

Warmest Regards


“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”   – Dita Von Teese