Archive for July, 2009

What NOT to Wear to Work!

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Yesterday I saw this article on Yahoo’s homepage about what not to wear to the office, if you are a woman and want to get promoted. Again, the “Obvious Police” struck, telling us things that none of us knew…NOT!

Sometimes I am not sure if one should laugh about these tips and tricks or simply be insulted! Then I wonder why I don’t get paid to state the obvious. Ask any of my friends, apparently I am excellent at it :-D

So, here are the things one should NOT wear to work if one expects a promotion:

1.  Shirts with too much cleavage, also known as shirts where your boobs hang out
2.  Shirts or pants that reveal your bra line, pantie line, or are see through, so one can see the bra or pantie
3.  Mini skirts that are way too short, or for those who don’t get it, skirts that end right under your ass
4.  Beach attire, i.e. spaghetti strap tops and gladiator sandals, or worse, flip flops!
5.  Clothes that are too sexy, or club clothing, period

Who knew!? Who would have thought that one will not be taken serious, or let alone promoted when one shows up looking like a teenager or slut? I am desperately trying to find a better word than slut, alas, I can’t think of one.

Now, I can’t be a hypocrite here and have to seriously admit that I have been guilty of ignoring business attire rules most of life. No, I haven’t crossed the lines of showing off my bra, underwear, boobs or ass, even when I did have the body to do so, and no, I have definitely NEVER worn flip flops. As we know, I have a huge aversion to flip flops and Crocs. I also found that there are some other common rules that were missing from this list, so I am going to add them here for your convenience. Of course, these are my own:

1. I don’t see anything wrong with wearing open toed shoes, especially not in a casual environment. BUT, if you DO insist on wearing those, at least make sure you have nice looking feet. I do not want to see chipped off toe nail polish, or otherwise scary looking feet peaking at me from sandals or open toed shoes, period. As we know, I also have a strange aversion to feet, especially male feet. Which brings me to rule number 2.

2. Men NEVER get to wear sandals or flip flops to the office….EVER! Especially not when being paired with a button up shirt and slacks or designer jeans!

3. Crocs are forbidden for all, male or female. If I see you with garden clogs, I will either make fun of you, or beat you up.

4. Leggings are out! Leggings under miniskirts or shorts are also out, even if you do have a decent body.

5. Khakis or Dockers – unless you want a permanent douche bag stamp from me.

Look, I honestly don’t really care what people are wearing to work. I have always paid more attention to personality, intellect, capabilities, experience and character and I have never been dazzled by a fancy suit. However, I am also very, very aware that this is NOT how the vast majority of business executives are seeing things. I made the decision years ago that I would not sell out. Meaning, I would not wear things that were uncomfortable and a blatant violation of my being, just so I could get that title or promotion. It was a decision I made for myself and I sure as hell don’t expect others to make the same decision.

The truth is that looks DO matter! What we wear and how we present ourselves does have a fairly big impact on others and there are common rules even I don’t break. For me these rules are obvious, such as not flashing my body parts at work, or wearing things that are so flashy that they barely qualify for club clothing. I am also aware that my idea of cool is not necessarily an executive’s idea of cool. Yes, there are certain areas in which one can dress in creative, casual ways and one’s progress is not hindered. Gaming is one of them, Internet companies, such as Yahoo, another. But even within those worlds are rules, such as dressing the part when one meets with vendors/clients, or represents the company at a conference, meeting or otherwise.

Why these obvious ways of being, or ways to conduct oneself are not clear to everyone is beyond me. I find it sad that certain things need to be explained or said out loud. Apparently not everyone has common sense. But unfortunately how we appear leaves an impression. I am saying “unfortunately” because there are entire studies done on how “pretty” or “good-looking” people get further in life. On how a thin person is viewed as “more capable” than an overweight person. While I do NOT even remotely buy into crap like that, it is clear that those of us who do not look “conventional” will have to make a decision sooner or later about just how far we are willing to stay true to our “freakishness.” And if we choose to do it all the way, then we cannot be too shocked if we don’t end up at the director, VP, or senior VP level of a company.

The vast majority of corporate America is still ruled by the khaki sporting overlords. And fighting that won’t do you any good. But a bit of common sense and a bit of compromise DOES get you pretty far. If you ask me, it gets you far enough :-)

Life Without Passion is like Life Without Air

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

I could go into a long blog about why people settle. I could go on about people who don’t even know how it feels like to be high on life. But I am not gonna :-D

I live a very passionate life. It doesn’t matter if I am talking about my career, my friends or my marriage, passion is something that has to be part of my being, just as much as breathing. Remembering back to the times in my life where I didn’t feel passionate about what I did for a living, the person I was with, or the lifestyle I was leading, always connects me to some of the unhappiest times I have ever experienced. I used to think that stability and predictability were most important to me, and they are. Alas, nothing makes up for being passionate. 

I remember when I was a kid. Of course, I wanted to be a famous singer or actress, but when it came to “reality” I wanted to be a cop, a lawyer and a doctor or nurse. For as long as I remember I was passionate about rescuing, saving or helping people, and for as long as I remember I had a very strong sense of right and wrong and wanted to “catch the bad guys.” So it wasn’t a shocker when I started my two-year internship at the municipal court in Mannheim to become a court administrator/paralegal. I did want to be a cop for quite a while, namely an undercover cop, but that required an additional three years of schooling and I hated sports and didn’t want to go through the police academy. I ended up working at the court for 6 years and worked all branches of its system, always being drawn to the criminal court the most.  

When I came to the States I had to take whatever job I could get at first and spent the first 7 years or so being a secretary, customer service rep, executive assistant and so on. It is fair to say that I hated these jobs. I found nothing appealing in fetching coffee and lunch for some arrogant prick, who neither appreciated me, nor liked me. And while I did work for one CTO of a legal firm, named Bob, as an executive assistant, who never treated me like a second class person and did make me feel appreciated, it simply wasn’t my calling. I just didn’t really know how to connect my passions with something that could pay my bills, and do it well. This is why I was so happy when I received the phone call from a small company named “GoTo,” who was looking for German speakers. GoTo became Overture, Overture became Yahoo and I spent 7 1/2 years learning about another passion of mine, leading and managing people.

I think the very fact that I was so passionate about it, made me pretty good at it in the long run. I viewed management as yet another opportunity to help people. I can honestly say that I was true to that mission most of the time. I had learned enough from bad managers who didn’t care about their staff and merely used them to climb the ladder, taking credit for the hard work they did, or being otherwise too busy shoving their heads up the butts of their bosses, to notice that they had people who relied on them to get a job done, or who needed feedback, or encouragement. I learned how there was a difference between motivation and inspiration and I learned that integrity truly is the most important trait as a human being and manager. I used all the bad boss experiences to decide how NOT to be.

Of course, as it turns out, I ended up being the head of the credit card fraud team. I guess fate has a way of pushing me into the path of right and wrong. Yet again, I contributed to catching the bad guys. And I loved every part of it, especially the prospect of working with the FBI, or other law enforcement agencies to catch the scum bags who were defrauding companies and innocent people.

This is what I am doing again right now. I am contributing to catching bad guys. And I am passionate about it; I love it. I can spend hours on websites that talk about the latest cyber crime fighting technologies and success stories, and somehow I never get bored with it. There is something deeply satisfying about doing “the right thing” in a world that I mainly see as a place that often rewards people for doing the wrong thing. I am currently catching bad guys in the gaming world, which links me to another passion of mine, online gaming.

I find it interesting how doing one passion ends up linking you to another. It’s like a chain reaction and proves that being true to oneself somehow always has a way of rewarding you. 

I have found a happy medium. I can honestly claim that I will never be a party animal, but I am passionate in everything I do. I am passionate about having at least two hair colors at all times. I am passionate about my tattoos, my beliefs, my convictions, my friends, my job, my co-workers, about helping those who need help, about doing the right thing and owning up to it when I messed up, about learning every day a bit more about life and how to be a better person, about my husband and about catching bad guys.  I am passionate about the possibility of leading the life I always envisioned and becoming the person I always wanted to be. And I am thrilled that I get to do all these things while sporting lots of tattoos, black and pink hair and a nose ring!

This is why it is so baffling to me when anyone out there chooses a life without passion. A life in which each day is merely another flatline from the one before. Living like that would make me suffocate. Thank god for passion and vitality.

Cheating – Why Some Do and Some Don’t

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

We have all heard the scientific explanations, namely that human beings are not meant to be monogamous. We have heard that being monogamous is a learned behavior, usually inforced by hundreds of years of conditioning, mainly through religions and various cultural standards. Some argue that it isn’t quite that easy, given that certain animal species are also monogamous.

I do understand that conditioning plays a huge role in how we conduct ourselves with others. But I also understand how there is one huge part that is at times dismissed, namely free will. Human beings have a tremendous will for survival, and also often one for instant gratification and whim. We are at times rather compulsive creatures and we often get easily distracted by “shiny.”  All of this is not necessarily good or bad, but depends on the vows or promises we have given others.

I recently asked the husband of a friend why he doesn’t consider sleeping with another cheating. He said that the mere sex act with another is not what he views as cheating. He considers cheating when people lie about their relationship, when they deny it or hide it. As long as all parties are good, it isn’t cheating, which of course made sense to me.

When I was younger I used to hide for years at my house. I stopped clubbing in my early 20s, because I was pretty confused and messed up in the head and didn’t want to be presented with temptation. I simply stopped putting myself into situations where I could be tempted to stray, while I was going through a time in my life where my convictions and ways of being seemed rather volatile. It became a habit and to this day I won’t go clubbing without my man and I don’t put myself in harms way. I guess one could say I conditioned myself to avoid situations that might be scary for me.

Sure, I am human. I do get attracted to other guys and I might even swoon over one, telling my husband how “hot” this dude is. But after that it usually leaves my brain. I don’t have to turn it into anything else and there are many reasons for it. I have given a promise to my man to be with him and no one else. I do know that being with another would devastate him. I am always aware of the consequences to my actions and simply can’t feign ignorance. I do have free will and chose to be with my husband, not anyone else. Plus, I am a logical Virgo girl and don’t see how a few moments of potential fun could possibly outweigh a loving relationship.

I think the one thing that a lot of cheaters (and I am talking the notorious cheater, who can’t be faithful no matter what) are missing. It is logical, rational understanding of reality. The knowledge that the grass is NOT always greener. The understanding that no one person out there will be enticing or interesting long enough to them. Usually cheating is justified by faults of their partners. People cheat because their partner didn’t give them enough attention, or isn’t sexual enough, etc. But as they move on to another, they usually fail to see that within no time the new partner is also becoming boring and also has flaws.  Suddenly it all becomes about feeding one’s ego, about instant gratification, feeding one’s whims, and most importantly, getting attention.

I have noticed that serial cheaters are all starved for attention and usually can’t get enough of it, no matter what. They crave constant flattery and avoid anyone who would require them to be real, open, or working on themselves. I think they are generally very lonely, as they create a mere illusion of love and intimacy. I also think they are never really happy.

Doing the right thing often seems hard. Especially in a world where it is so easily overlooked and excused when one does the wrong thing. However, I think the benefits in the long run outweigh anything else. I do appreciate a good looking guy, especially if he comes with intelligence, a good heart, ambition and drive. Who doesn’t? But I am also very happy to admire him from afar, being friends with him, knowing that I come home to my man who loves me no matter what, finds me exciting and funny no matter what and can’t wait to see me. There is happiness in being wanted and “needed” and happiness in predictability of one’s life.

Maybe as human beings we are hard-wired to be difficult, but at least I can decide just HOW difficult my life has to be :-)

Bumper Sticker Sighting

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

Why, oh why is this world filled with stupid people who not only feel an need to share their stupidity with the rest of the world, but also feel a great sense of self-righteousness and pride in being able to execute their “freedom of speech.”

One of my friends on Facebook saw the following bumper sticker on her way to work today. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that this lovely piece of freedom of speech, education, tolerance and knowledge was displayed on a SUV, namely in the middle of the back window:

No Muslim is going to be MY president!

I could go on and on here. Alas, words escape me. I am an American and I live in Los Angeles, CA!!! Apparently the hicks and ignorant asses are not just found in the South or rural areas of the US. And some Americans have called me a Nazi for beng German!  :-(

Why are there no comments anymore?

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

A fair question deserves a fair answer: All my posts are linked via direct feed to my Facebook account. People leave all their comments on my Facebook, not here :-)

Being Friends with Bad Exes and Other Douche Bags

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Yes, this is another “popular” topic that will earn me the “ultimate bitch” award. It’s just that I honestly don’t care these days what people are thinking about me. Thank god for having a happy life, that allows me to freely voice my opinion, without worries about whom I might piss of :-D

Today I am pondering yet again why people choose to stay friends with people who have not just hurt them, but wronged them on so many levels that it almost qualifies for abuse. I wonder why there doesn’t seem to be a line for some, that when being crossed, qualifies you for permanent removal from their lives. Why did this come up? A very dear friend of mine just got out of a relationship. In order to protect privacy, I will not go into detail and will try my very best to talk about general behaviors. Heck, I will even try to not mention genders!

The person being dumped had been cheated on, lied to, betrayed, put down and hurt on so many levels that I wanted to tell the douche bag who did it off. I have seen this time and time again, there are some real douche bags in this world. Apparently, douche baggery can be found amongst all genders, age groups and cultures, although certain behaviors tend to be pretty universal. One of the biggest tell tale signs of a typical douche bag is acting in totally selfish, unkind, mean, deceptive and cruel ways, while feigning ignorance (I didn’t know!), denial (I didn’t do it), justification (the great excuses they sport!) and my favorite, the fact that they believe themselves to be “good people!”

I’ve had numerous run ins with douche bags of both genders and found that all of them really think that they are a good person! As a matter of fact, they never do anything wrong, never take responsibility for any of their actions (because they claim that they didn’t know or didn’t mean it, or that it wasn’t their fault) and therefore keep doing the same crap over and over. Meanwhile, those who get burned hardly ever totally kick them out of their lives. No, they come up with reasons why it was somehow their fault that they got hurt and they believe themselves to be collateral damage (yeah, I was called that too before) and victims of circumstance. Of course, the fact that those who get burned usually take the high road, walk away with their tails between their legs, licking their wounds and trying to recover doesn’t help. Why? Because when they return less hurt, and when they decide to stand “above it all” and remain the nice, caring people they are, the douche bag finds a way back into their lives by the power of forgiveness.
“Well, he/she is really f*#$ed up. No wonder they did what they did.” And so they keep on milking the generosity, kindness and forgiveness of those who were told to “stand above it” and to “let it go.”

The douche bag never learns a damn thing because there are absolutely no consequences to their behavior. Yesterday, my friend who was “douche bagged” asked me “what good does it do to confront them? It’s not going to change their behavior or who they are.” I thought about it for a moment, and then realized, nope, I am definitely NOT the zen master, or even close to a Dalai Lama. I do believe in certain attributes of astrology and yes, I am a Scorpio rising. I have no problem plotting a douche bag’s demise for a while and strike when the opportunity presents itself. Why? I figured that one out too!

There have been quite a few people in my life who did really horrific things to me. I don’t wanna go into detail but if there would be a heaven and hell, they’d be roasting for an eternity. Most of these people were never brought to justice. I turned the other cheek and walked away, trying to keep my head up high, while it was eating me alive on the inside that I could not confront them. It was eating away at me how they had destroyed certain parts of my being without ever owning up to it, but moving on and doing the same thing over again. I could not let go, because they tugged tail and ran, and were never seen again.

I recently read a book called “Please Stop Laughing At Me” by Jodee Blanco. It was about school bullies. She was severely bullied and abused by her peers in school, beaten, pushed around and ridiculed and when she confronted them years later, one of the answers she had gotten was “Well, you never fought back. You just took it.” It made them feel as if what they were doing to her wasn’t really that bad and they were just being “kids.”

Some of the most powerful experiences of healing in my life came from those who had wronged me, came back years later at times and apologized. Yes, there a few (not many) but a few who returned and owned up to their shit. I have been able to let that stuff go. But each time I watch a friend of mine getting hurt by some lame ass douche, I want to go out and kick ass for them. I want to do for them what I didn’t do for myself and couldn’t do at times. I want to look at the douche, point at him/her and say “I know who you are, no matter what crap you are telling yourself and others. And I do hope that what you did to … will come back to you!”

Yep, not the zen thing to do. Not the thing to do for someone who should be spirituality more evolved and is overall a kind person. But when I hear the stories of friends (not even counting my own) who had been cheated on, lied to, betrayed, used, abused, pushed around by those who claimed to love them, I want to puke. When I hear the reasons why these douches did what they did, I wanna puke even harder. Because apparently none of them “knew what they were doing!” I really like to use a good one I recently heard from a friend, who confronted a douche “I am sorry you feel that way!” Yeah, let’s keep pushing responsibility away, because you didn’t know and hey, this isn’t your problem, right? It is everyone else around you that is screwed up. YOU are such a good person!!!

Meanwhile, all I can say is this: If someone violates the universal laws of friendship, love and/or partnership, please don’t remain friends with them. Delete them out of your address books, Facebooks, MySpace profiles, LJs, picture albums, in-boxes and lives and allow the universe to fill that empty space with someone who is worth it and deserves to be there.

*steps off of her soap box*

Fraud Alert – You gotta be kidding?!

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

Unfortunately I have been too busy to post any type of blogs lately. Working until late in the evening kinda does that to you. BUT… I really needed to share this stuff, just in case there is someone out there who even for a moment wonders about it!

Let me first do the obvious and make it clear “YOU HAVE NOT WON THE BRITISH LOTTERY! NO, you have NOT been selected by some random act of god to be the sole heir of some dude in Africa. NO, neither PayPal, nor any legitimate bank or company will EVER, EVER ask you for your user name and password via email. NO, none of them will close down your account if you do not click the link.”

Here is what I got in my inbox just a few days ago:

Guys, I do this for a living. Let’s start with the obvious, I do not even HAVE a Wells Fargo account. This crap was sent from a supposed email account of wellsfargo@yahoo.com! Yeah, all legitimate HUGE companies use free email accounts from Yahoo, or Google…NOT! Secondly, look at the horrific spelling and grammar mistakes (Due to slightly problem????). Yeah, because the people who work at these companies are not even educated enough to use proper spelling or grammar in their business advertisements!

I almost want to tell people that they deserve to be robbed if they clicked on crap like that, but unfortunately I have also seen some really good scams. I remember getting one from “PayPal” a while ago that asked me to confirm my $1,000 purchase of some kind. Yes, your first instinct often is to immediately dispute whatever outrageous claim these fraudsters are using as hooks. But please be aware that once you click the link, a nice little “tool” is going to be installed on your computer that records your keystrokes. It is the “best” way to get your identity, credit card and bank account information stolen.

Hence, I am putting it out there openly for all to see! DO NOT CLICK BOGUS LINKS THAT SEEM TO COME FROM YOUR FINANCIAL INSTITUTION, A LENDER OR ANY OTHER SERVICE! A legitimate company will usually have an 800 number somewhere in the email, will never come from a free email server and will never ask for any personal information. If you are not sure, go to the main site and see if any offer, etc. is true.

OK, I have done my due diligence to ensure that these asswipes are not getting richer. I hate to say it, but there simply is no magic way of getting rich over night and no, we do NEVER send money, or personal info to total strangers. The only time we may send money for a “promised” article is on ebay, or any other legitimate shopping site!

 


Sleepwalkers

Saturday, July 4th, 2009

I recently heard a story from a friend that really cracked me up. At the same time it fascinates the hell out of me. Her husband sleepwalks. Now, generally when we are thinking sleepwalking, we are assuming that someone is wandering about in a trance like state, possibly with one’s arms stretched out in front of them like a zombie. NOT SO MUCH!

So, here is what her husband did. He got up sometime during the night, went to her bathroom, showered, brushed his teeth with her toothbrush, for some strange reason created a trail with her underwear from the bathtub to the sink and then “attacked” her tampons. Yes, he took out the entire box of tampons from her medicine cabinet, apparently crushed the box and threw them in the trashcan. There were still tampons in the sink, on the floor and next to the trashcan. WOW!

But wait, there is more. On another night he “talked” to her the entire night. Apparently he had hugged her tightly and when she touched his leg he said in a clear voice “You need to get permission for that.” She answered “huh? From whom?” Answer from him “From the frame guy.” She said “Who is the frame guy?” To which he pointed with his finger to the right and said “He sits over there.” I honestly think this is the coolest thing EVER! I am aware that there are three stages of “being,” namely Beta, Theta and Alpha. But this is something different altogether, since he has absolutely no recollection of any of this the next morning. He has entire conversations, he showers!! and still doesn’t wake up? How can the water not wake you up?

Of course, I also wonder what the hidden hatred for tampons is. I mean, geez! He literally obliterated her entire box of tampons, crushed the box up and threw them away. What does it mean???? Ah, good times for me. As always, human behavior fascinates the hell out of me!

Geek Force – Active!

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

I have joined the ranks of the working again and started working for, what else, a gaming company! I am currently consulting for a gaming company and will soon be joining the ranks of geeky online players again.

With this beautiful job comes a not-so-great commute to El Segundo. It is amazing how 19 miles in Los Angeles can easily translate to 45 to 90 minutes of commute, depending on the time of the day. With driving though, I have also noticed again how there a bunch of Muppets on the streets every day. Let me not get started on the guys who cut you off, just so they can slam on their brakes once they get in front of you. I think that is a topic all by itself!

Yesterday morning I had to stop and get gas. I pulled into the Mobil station and while the pump was going decided to go into the store to obtain money at the ATM machine. A guy comes out, and I am not sure if he emerged from the bathroom or the employee room, but he comes out, stands there and stares at me. I look up and gave him a short, polite smile and he says “So, you got the purple bang thing going, huh?” Now, my first impulse was to tell him “Look! My bangs are actually pink, not purple and secondly what do you even mean by “I have the purple bang thing going?” I mean, what kind of sentence is that? Again, I politely nodded and said “uhm, yeah.” So he watches me getting money out of the ATM and says “hey, send a 20 my way.” At this point I just looked at him and left.

What I really wanted to do is turn to him and ask him if stupid lines like that actually work. I really wondered if any normal female would even respond to such a stupid thing. The sarcastic part of me wanted to thank him for stating the obvious. Alas, I just kind of ignored him. I wonder often if certain guys are either so accustomed to getting turned down that they will throw out and blabber out just anything that comes to mind, or if in their head they are thinking “I am a TOTAL stud! This chick diggs me!”Plus, at one point do you not feel like a total tool standing there and watching anyone getting money from an ATM machine?

Apparently the human rules for conduct are totally and utterly foreign to some people.

On a lighter note, I can highly recommend working for a gaming company! That is if you are a geek like I am. There is a lot to be said about toys everywhere and the ability to discuss the importance of gaming without being looked at as if one is some kind of freakazoid. There is also a lot to be said about various desks equipped with gaming consoles and large monitors to ensure the very best gaming experience possible. I was thinking to myself that I could easily move in. All I need is a refrigerator and bed and I’d be set. Alright, maybe not quite THAT extreme but still, all I have to say is only one word regarding my job “YAY!” These are the times in my life where I wished the day had more hours. This way I could do it all, work, play and hang out with my loved ones :-D