Sunday, March 18, 2007

Best. Weekend. Ever.

Start/Finish Line at Las Vegas Motor Speedway -- Qualifying Day

Watching cars qualify from the LVRJ suite.

Fuel burning out of the 24 car after Jeff's qualifying lap!

Me in the suite!

Crewman waiting for the 48's turn to qualify.

Jack Roush.

Ryan and Chrissy Newman.

Greg Biffle said hi to us!

Matt Kenseth.

Inpection process on Ricky Rudd and Jeff Gordon's car.

Jimmie!

The back of Reed Sorenson.

Kasey Kahne signing autographs.

On pit road during Qualifying.

Race Day
Kevin "Happy" Harvick's pit box.

Kasey Kahne's pit box.

Jeff Gordon's pit box.

Jimmie Johnson's pit box -- notice the championship hat :)

On the new track surface -- that banking is steep!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

First event of the season!



Lots of worrying. Lots of work. But a total home run! Good turnout. V. happy! Thank goodness it's over. Now, on to St. Patrick's Day...

Friday, February 09, 2007

This and that.

I recently discovered that I have a burner in my laptop! That is just so kick-ass. No more transferring files to the PC. Love it. And I can continue working on the laptop without fear of it interrupting the burning process. So THIS is what's it's like to have real technology...

Good day at work. Our sponsor for Jazz on the Lake came through for 75k! Plus, the series has been shortened to 4 months instead of 7! I'll actually be able to concentrate on one event at a time!

I think I may have gotten our annual car show taken over by one of the local car clubs. This is great because there was a chance we weren't going to be able to put it on ourselves, and it was a great event. But it looks like we won't lose it after all!

Dieting SUCKS. I'm constantly hungry. I've done well today with portion control and I'm headed to the gym tonight. I can't wait to start seeing results. I have a reunion in just over 8 months!

JDM

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Opportunity

I always do this. I get so worked up over an "if". An "if" isn't a real thing until it's not an "if" anymore. And anything can change. And anything did.

Opportunity comes and goes. Feast or famine. Drought or flood. Last night I was asking "why does this always happen to me" when it was still an "if". Now it's not.

Why does this always happen to me?

And no, I don't want to talk about it. I'm done.

JDM

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Lyrics I Like


There was staring and seclusion,
A fine tuned way of motion,
A face wrapped for a suitor,
The sound of hearts
pumping at the same beat,
Coming 'round the corner,
In almost all directions,
A sense of heat
that I couldn't bare to touch,
No, I couldn't bare it.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Kenneth Andersson

The Swedish Milk Corporation


Gemini



From the book "Lilla Pussboken" (Little Kisses)




Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Old habits die.

Surfer One
Peacocks and pizza nights
Beaches and broken hearts
Distance and Dave Matthews
I don't even know you anymore
Goodbye Surfer One



Enigmatic & Maddening
Spikes from Spokane
You were young
Nervous and noncommital
Then you were gone
Wishing and wistful
Goodbye Enigmatic & Maddening

Dubious Villain
Ruthless rake
Cunning charmer
Music and mistakes
You seem very well-matched
and for that I am happy
Goodbye Dubious Villain

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Must... empty... brain...

It's Sunday and my mind is going too fast for such a lazy day. So here goes...

I went to the gym last night and noticed the distinct lack of these girls. But then I thought, of course! It's Saturday night. They're not here because they're at their other jobs. The tourists on The Strip would certainly miss the Hooters girls and strippers dancers. LOL Sorry, was that a bit bitchy? Oh, and remember what I said about nothing being safe? I just notice my gym is decorated in neon, too.

I had the strangest set of dreams last night. Maybe I was exhausted from the gym because I normally only dream when I'm really, really, tired. Especially the weird dreams. I call those "fever dreams" because they tend to happen when my body gets too hot at night. Going into detail won't make sense of the first one (which was rather morbid, actually), and the others had to do with: 1: My father getting sick of the tv's in my house, putting them all in the trunk of his car and starting to buy me a flat-screen (this is the severe wishful thinking part of my brain), 2: Me "overbooking" my house, and having my best friend stay with me but also telling a few other friends that they could have the guest room. I never saw these friends in the dream, but apparently they ran out of closet space because I found their clothes in my refrigerator. Oh, and there was my butler, Rupert. I watched that new show High Maintenance 90210 last night, so I'm thinking that was my subconscious peeking out there.

I got an envelope in the mail yesterday from the booking agent (and girlfriend, I believe) of an opera singer I sometimes hire at the Village. The envelope contained a check fro $225.00. I forgot from the first time I was at the Village that she paid referrals for bookings. It's not why I hire them, and I don't want by boss to think that. So I'm going to show him the check and ask him what he thinks. I wouldn't feel right about keeping it if he didn't know. He's pretty cool so I'm sure it'll be ok, but it will make me feel better either way. I only hire this group about 3 times a year, so he can be pretty assured I'm not using them as a source of income.

Happy New Year!

JDM

Saturday, December 30, 2006

My NYE


This is where I'll be spending New Year's Eve. Far enough from the actual rink, however, so that I don't break my head.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Boat Parade

Tonight I went to a party on the street we lived on when I was born. The Chino Hills Boat Parade goes right past the house I used to live in. I guess it's been a tradition since 1991 and I'd never seen it! It was so much fun! People were yelling and waving and throwing candy -- yes, I grew up in a VERY small town. And I love it. Home, sweet home.

The parade begins with a Chino Hills Police escort.

Their sign says they're the "founders" of this tradition.

Santa was rockin' out to Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Big boat that was towed by a semi.

Chino Valley Fire Dept. and the end of the parade.

Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Not Just for Tomboys

I wrote this my last year of college... just recently ran across it in some old files and thought I'd share...


Not Just for Tomboys:
Being "The Girl” In A Male-Dominated Job Field


For most women, applying for position in a male-dominated job field would be intimidating. It might not even be something most women would consider due to physical limitations. I am not like most women.

My small family was headed by the only male authority figure in my life, my father the Anaheim police sergeant. I wasn’t very “girly” when I was little, but when I got older and my father desperately wanted me to be athletic, I wasn’t into that either. When you’re the child of a police officer, most people expect you to rebel. Again, I broke the stereotype and continued being the straight-A student, always in by curfew and following the rules of my extremely overprotective father. After high school when I began to think about college and career choices, the only thing my father asked of me is that I not go into law enforcement. When I moved to Las Vegas, I promptly applied for a security position.

Back in California, I had worked for the Disneyland Resort and was always interested in becoming part of their security team. At 19 I wasn’t old enough, as they required their officers to be 21. I had never been to Las Vegas until my 21st birthday, but moved here about six months later for school. I began at Bellagio as a payroll clerk to get my foot in the door.
As luck would have it, I was responsible for Security’s payroll. Whenever a member of their management team was in my office, I would inquire about becoming an officer. My expectations were that they would look for big, strong men with a police or military background. To my surprise, I was told that their biggest requirement was a background in customer service. This information prompted me to apply.

Even after I decided to apply, it was hard for me to believe that I would be taken seriously. At 5’5”, 115 lbs, why would I be an asset to security simply because I had an extensive customer service background? My interview continued to try and change my mind, focusing on problem solving customer service situations. The manager even mentioned that those with police and military backgrounds are sometimes not good candidates as they are harder to train.
I was hired once my background check was completed. I was one of two females in my training class, and we both did better in our classroom training than the males. Once we got to our self-defense training, however, it was a different story. It was pretty rigorous and since there were more males than females, we had to practice some of our moves co-ed. The next day when I couldn’t lift my arms, I wondered what I was getting myself into.

At the time I was hired I was not only the youngest female, but also the youngest employee. The male officers had a sense of humor much like my father. Anything was fair game; most people in our department were not sensitive. The jokes were loud and bawdy, and the nights out were raucous. Most were part-time Air Force, some ex-military; some retired from other various professions. They were all very nice but also curious as to what brought me into the department.

I found that, being a female officer I was an asset to the department. Any mishaps with female guests required a female officer’s presence, and I was also called upon many times for my report writing skills. There were male report writers, of course, but it was common knowledge that females excelled in that part of our job.

Soon, I was promoted to a job in the control room. There, I learned a completely different side to my job where gender really did not matter. The control room was all about level-headedness and keeping cool during a crisis, and each member of our team, male and female, displayed these qualities well enough to be part of the room that controlled the security team.
After my year in Security, I spent another year at Bellagio in a different department. I went from jacket, tie and pants to a skirt, blouse, and nylons. From just the uniform change I was treated differently. Suddenly I was a “regular girl” again, and my co-workers in that department were more socially segregated. We were all doing the same job, but this time people watched what they said around me, and I felt I had to do the same. I was much more aware of the large differences in my co-workers, whereas in security, once we were in that red coat we were one big family.

My latest foray into a male-dominated work environment took place when I was approached by a certain department store to take part in opening their new store in Las Vegas. I had worked for the company in California as a salesperson, but wasn’t interested in returning to that position. With my security background I felt that I might have a chance as a Loss Prevention Agent, and decided to apply.

My first interview was interesting. The LP Manager was an extremely quiet, reserved, person. I, however, am not. I was sure that I had overwhelmed him, and, if the other agents were like him, that I would never be hired. Oddly enough, I was. Again, I was the youngest employee in the department and this time, the only female. In the beginning I was handed off to the female Regional Manager, and she gave me “office work” like setting up one of our satellite offices in the store, while the male agents were monitoring employees at entrances and manning the camera room. This continued right up until the store’s grand opening gala & fashion show, when, as the only female agent, I was left guarding the tent holding the models and the wardrobe.

Once the store opened things were only slightly more even, and then only because we were extremely understaffed. Somehow I ended up in the satellite office more than any of the guys, my manager claiming that I was more organized. Even when I began catching shoplifters, the male agents would get most of the glory because they were the ones tackling them. Obviously, I was not about to tackle men who weigh three times as much as I do. But when there was a female in the detention room, the male agents needed my help. I was the only one who could pat search them. I was the only one who could recover merchandise from off of their person, and most of the time, I was the only one to whom the females would confess.

Eventually, the differences in priority between my manager and myself resulted in my leaving the position of my own accord. Upon resigning from that position, I made it clear to my store manager that Loss Prevention was being conducted like a “boy’s club”, and that if it continued, the morale in that department would suffer.

Even after this incident, I would continue to work in male-dominated fields. My personality is such that I enjoy breaking stereotypes and seeing people’s reactions to me when I am doing these jobs. Gone are the days when women in “men’s professions” are labeled as “butch” or “tomboys”, or even less than feminine. With a few exceptions and the right company, gender shouldn’t have to play a role in choosing a career.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

It got worse.


I have to hire Santa Claus, holiday carolers, and I'm around a 35 foot Christmas tree all day what do you expect? I love how this picture turned out.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Feeling festive...

I'm coming home for Christmas so I hadn't planned on putting up any decorations but... how can you not get into the Christmas spirit when A Charlie Brown Christmas is on TV??? Awesome. Casey seems to like it.