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Mom’s Holiday Office Party

I love parties. My husband and I are actually really good at throwing them if I do say so myself. We have barbecues, birthdays, even an annual ugly sweater themed party. So when the holidays roll around, I always get nostalgic for the office Christmas (or holiday for all those politically correct ones out there) party. Free booze, raffles, food, music, and presents! However, when you stay at home, there’s none of that. Until this year.

While my daughter had a school party, my husband attended a few work parties and even my retired dad went to his old office’s party, I started to wonder, where is the party for those of us that stay home? I complained to my husband about this and presto, Mom’s Holiday Office Party was born. While there weren’t any raffles, we had food, booze, balloons, played games, wrapped presents, and watched The Elf on the Shelf. And I got a very special message from my 2-year-old CEO, which was the best part of the whole shindig. Hats off to my team for throwing me such a fun and festive little party, full of all my favorite things and people and no boring power point presentations!

 

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My Old Career Self

Some days, like today, I miss my old career self. I miss my fast-talking, PR slinging self, calling reporters, doing TV interviews and holding valuable information from the C-suite.

These days, I’m the CEO. My job includes playing at the park, making home cooked meals, cleaning, paying bills, running errands. It sounds boring, but most days, I do feel accomplished, at least in my own little world. I’m reading a good book and get in some bad reality TV while surfing the web (do people still use that phrase?). I’m constantly trying to order pictures that I never seem to do, get easily sidetracked by text messages and Facebook, and seem to do endless amounts of laundry. I talk daily (in my head) about doing something with my “book” but it just sits on my computer. Somehow it’s easier that way.

I have a good life. One that is probably better than most. I get to stay home with my daughter and watch her grow and learn. I’m not saying that in a cliché way or to make myself feel better, I truly feel I am fortunate. I live in a nice house and have great family and friends that I get to see often because I am home. But some days, I miss the executive the world. The same world that I would bitch and moan about while I was in it (i.e. underpaid, shitty bosses, the commute).

I used to do some pretty cool things while I worked in public relations. I handled communications for the Red Cross during Sully’s epic landing of Miracle on the Hudson; I launched HD Radio (when it was supposed to be a big thing back in 2006); I worked with high ranking CEOs; managed crises; traveled. I used my mind in completely different ways. I knew what was trending, wore more than yoga pants and tank tops, and sported pretty fabulous shoes.

Sadly, I was at a dead end job during my last phase of employment. There was no advancing, no one really knew what I did or the importance of having a PR representative despite my best efforts, and it was really lonely. So transitioning from that world to my current one wasn’t too tough because my world now is much fuller, even if the demands are different.

But there are some days, days like today, when I miss being “important;” where people, and the public, depended on me, little ‘ol me to relay and disseminate crucial and critical information. Information beyond what we’re having for dinner or if I called the repairman. Yet, I wouldn’t change my situation or give up this gig to have it all back. It’s just nice to remember my old “career self” every now and then for a feel good, ego boost moment. I’ll be back someday though. Don’t you worry.

I Almost Ran Into My Old CEO at Target!

I went to Target today to pick up a few essentials. The parking lot was crowded, as it always is, and I ended parking at the furthest end of the lot. It was a beautiful day, so I certainly didn’t mind getting some extra fresh air. As I was heading to the entrance, I looked passed the cars parked near mine and there it was — my old CEO’s car!

You’re probably thinking, “Who is this girl that she remembers her old boss’s car?” Or maybe you’re saying to yourself, “Cars look the same stupid, how do you know it was his?”

There were certain distinctions to this car that made me know it was his, not to mention, I was about 1/2 a mile from where I used to work. Every day that I pulled into the parking lot at my old job, I dreaded seeing that car. The man made my life miserable. He was a terrible leader, a thoughtless man, a bullsh*t artist and someone who laid me off in literally less than 30 seconds without a care in the world.  He certainly wasn’t the “ray of sunshine” I had been hoping to come save our sinking ship. It’s sad that you can be affiliated with such an amazing organization and then people come in and truly ruin that experience for you.

My mind raced as I approached the Target entrance. Would I see him (he was a hard man to miss); did I want to see him; if we did see each other, would it be awkward; would I say hello; would I ignore him; would he ignore me (probably)? Ugh, what would he think of me if he saw me scouring my coupons for toilet paper and Special K cereal? Double ugh, why did I care so much?

Within five minutes, I forgot that he may have even been sharing a shopping experience with me. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was more of a shock moment. But the thought of having to see him, even when I did look presentable and professional, disgusted me. For me, having to face a person who made my  life a living hell on a daily basis was really not how I wanted to spend my lofty afternoon!