Do the Hustle!

Mmmm! Stoufer's lasagna leftovers for lunch. Nummy. Today, a group of us turned in a proposal for a staff evaluation of supervisor form I found on the Internet. Modified it a bit, put a cover letter/note with it, and stuck in the comments box. There are a few people here not at all pleased with the performance of our current manager and cite multiple negative management traits. I agree with each complaint, however, I have become one of those awful people who don't wish the person responsible for rocking any boats. I do believe that I have actually been able to ignore what doesn't directly affect me...For the most part. Unfortunately, it seems to be directly affecting co-workers who are being scrutinized for what they do/don't do while it completely appears that she does less than anyone here. Should be interesting to see if this new suggestion bares any fruit, since previous attempt to draw attention to her work ethics appear to have failed.

Word(s) of the day: OOSTA

Lexie log: Well, yesterday's visit to the office wasn't all that I had hoped, but it was still neat. She was tired, as usual in the afternoon. She was pretty excited to run across Mommy at work, downstairs in the lobby, but persuading her to go upstairs was difficult. Getting her to go in the cube was next to impossible. She had to be bribed with candy. She was very shy, and actually screamed. I was very nervous and excited, got to warm and uncomfortable. I would have loved nothing more than to have her come sit on my knee and chat, and do her cute Lexie talk with TT and Carrie, but that was not on her agenda for the day. She did scoot down the entire steps on her bottom, which I think she had fun with. She also made a b-line for the computer/switch room in the conference room. Basically, she wanted to keep moving on a forward path. Didn't want to stop to talk or look around, just keep moving forward. It's amazing to me how much she just loves to walk. She fell asleep for a few minutes on the ride home with Grammy and Daddy. Mommy went off to the gym. Daddy is perceptibly jealous at the stuffed dog Carrie gave to Lexie to mollify her during her visit. He is concerned that she replace Pink Puppy with it as her favorite. That's just not happening! The body of him is formed to her hand. She can't take a bath without him. If she doesn't know where he is, she goes around the house calling out, "Puppy? Puppy! Puppy?" No worries about replacement there. It was another two bath day and she wanted to watch the movie 'Garfield' over and over. There was no trouble going to bed though. -- We are going to try to go to OMSI next weekend.

Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, left over lasagna, stretches, kids songs, sunshine, shoes, and reflections.