The blog update

I must be the only eCommerce manager on earth without a computer, hence the lack of posts on currynightmare.com. Don’t fret, I just pre-ordered my raspberry red Sony Vaio! In the meantime, below are three new posts to keep you, well, posted. Sorry, stupid joke.

Tribute to bosses

I have been very lucky in my career to have the best bosses ever. Each one has been smart, compassionate, and well, funny. Of course I’m not mentioning your names, but here are my fondest memories of the past and present…

Boss #1:
The one who gave the ambitious intern a chance. He ran through the halls trying to figure who did the European report, only to find it was the 21 year old college student with no European experience. Wondering why my real boss didn’t care, this new one took me under his wing. I went with him to three different companies. He was/is my liberal big brother/dad. My real dad wants me to get married; my liberal one wants me to get my MBA. Fondest moment: when his wife had a baby, he called me to tell me that “I had a little sister.”

Boss #2:
Two birds with one stone, the first woman and Vice President that I reported to. She convinced me, somehow, to move to Wisconsin for this crazy global Web job. That in itself is a testament to her ability to be convincing; the one who taught me, indirectly, that 'opportunity' really means 'fix our mess.' She is also one of the most brilliant people that I know. And, a true friend. She hated being introduced as my boss. Fondest moment: too many to choose from, but the best, was when she set me up with someone that worked for her little sister. I still think that they were both devising a plan to make us stay in Wisconsin. Nice try ladies!

Boss #3 (my current boss):
Now it must be surprising that I’m already writing about my current boss. It’s been all of 5 months that I’ve been working for him. The great thing about this guy is that he uses words like ‘skuttlebutt’ and really thinks I’m incredibly smart and cool. Boy do I have him fooled! No, but seriously now. He has this incredible ability to deliver negative messages without anyone thinking he’s an a$$hole. Don’t know how he does it. In fact, I think people like him more after he’s done it. Fondest moment: When I verbally accepted my job offer, he told me that “I made his day.”

Best Valentine’s ever

I was on cloud 9 this year for Valentine ’s Day. I received two sets of flowers…one at work, one at home and I actually got asked out on a date! Three different boys! No more details on a public blog… ;)

Guys are wierd/marriage

I’m probably taking a major risk by approaching this topic here, but I’m sure that most of my Indian (independent) girls will probably agree with me anyway. All you married people are so lucky that you weren’t born in our generation. We’re like this weird dichotomous generation mixed with ‘I want to marry my mom’ boys and a mix of super traditional or completely independent girls. I have a ton of guy friends and just listening to them about their dating woes can be exhausting. They can find the perfect girl and they will dump her for someone hotter. They can find the girl that’s into sports, but then she’s not pretty enough. The sweet, innocent girl is never outgoing enough. And my favorite, the girl that turns psycho after they meet them. Oh wait, and the other favorite, the guy that goes around dating girls of all races through college and high school, breaks their hearts because ‘their parents will only accept a nice Indian girl.’ And I thought I was picky.

I don’t seem to fit any of those molds, because I consider myself a walking paradox. At this stage in my life, there is a reason that I let them come to me. Because the moment you make the first move, you’re too forward and you’re in love with them. Or the moment you ask something like ‘where is this going,’ (in a reasonable time frame, not after 2 dates), the guy starts bolting for the nearest bar. Or I’m too independent for some of them which means I may wear the pants. Or I’m too Indian for some of them because I can speak the language and can cook the food. And the other thing about guys, you can’t assume anything anymore. Because the moment you think they’re being nice and you are just ready to maybe be happy and get excited, something will happen.

Marriage – my least favorite question is ‘are you looking?’ Really what the hell does that mean? Of course I’m looking. I’ve been looking since I was 5, had my wedding planned since I was 6, and picked my children’s names (Dev/Devon, Seetha, Rani) when I was 7 (okay maybe more like 19 but you get my point). It’s amazing that our Indian community doesn’t understand suicide, depression and well, single people when they’re the ones that influence it. Indian people have this particular skill of making you feel like crap because you’re not married. And, they brainwash people around them (their kids, siblings, etc) to think that way too. Marriage monopolizes all conversation topics. Number 2 on the list is probably cooking. I actually had my own cousin tell me that I made the biggest mistake of my life by moving to Wisconsin for my career because it hindered me from meeting an Indian guy to marry. I mean, wow. When I have kids and teach them about the world that I got to see, he’ll be busy raising more closed minded kids.

I know that you may conclude that I’m quite bitter after reading this. Quite the contrary, I’m just very self aware. And I may have not always had the best luck, but I’ve always pulled through, without any real moral support. And I love guys. Love them all...they have the power to make me feel like I'm on top of the world...especially the dorky white guys ;)

Inventions

In between meetings, my co-worker and I began a witty banter related to ''the next best thing"
-the hovering car-credits to one with initial SV...; and the pen that writes in different fonts with a laser...now that I think about it, didn't Palm already invent that?
-mine - the universal iPod concept - as compact media storage library that you will be able to use to display formats on multiple systems...and accessories companies will go crazy! And it will come in different colors and it will play a million songs...and ....and...and...

Venting...

Seriously, I have way too much time on my hands? Ironic since it takes me over a month between posts sometimes to write something...(responding to a comment from my last blog)...on top of that, I have to run to the business center every now and then since I don't own my computer. but yeah, I have way too much time on my hands. So much that I type so fast that I don't spell correctly sometimes...and what does that say for you if you're sitting hear reading this post? ...ahh feel better now...off to my anger management class now.