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| I'm really really really not happy. My job makes me absolutely miserable. I can't even really describe it because it's such a weird place to work. As an example, someone sent me an email one day at around 11:15. At the time I was in the middle of a crisis involving another employee and their pay. Once I resolved crisis I went to lunch (for probably only the 9th time in the 2-1/2 years I've been at this job) to celebrate a friend/co-worker's birthday. When I returned the initiator of the email that did not get a response prior to lunch had asked my boss what my problem was and was my job too much for me. He's the president of the company and a jerk and I really really really really don't like him with every ounce of my soul. Similar situation, yesterday I spent the entire day trying to resolve some compensation issues with an entire department, trying to get payroll finalized, and working on an investigation into sexual harassment charges brought by, then renegged upon by, an employee at another branch. When an employee didn't receive a response to an email she sent early that afternoon, by 4:30 she resent, with a high priority lable, cc'ing boss woman. I am one person overseeing all HR and Payroll functions for a company of nearly 200 people and of course every single one of those employees feels as though no matter what I'm doing I must drop everything and respond to their immediate need. Husband is gone on travel again (this is the 3rd of 10 weeks). He'll be home right before Halloween. I hate being pregnant. It's hard being a full time working single mom with 2-1/2 kids... how do people do that? I think after Itty no. 3 here comes along I'm going to stay at home. Days filled with temper tantrums, cleaning kitchens, poopy diapers and whining with my own children sounds 100 times better than dealing with all the same things... but with 192 adults. | | |
| So, I think I figured out how to access gmail and bypass our filter (at
least for the time being). So... I'm going to give this email posting thing
a try. We'll see how successful it turns out.
Anyhow, I'm in Tampa for work. It's hot and humid and my office is in a
salmon colored stucco building that people around here consider to be
"big." A few observations about the area:
* people are horrible drivers. I was coming in from the airport and the
speed limit was something like 65 and people were going 50. FIFTY in a
65!!! Even just thinking about it now gets the road rage gremlins
grumbling. BossLady describes it as DWE - Driving While Elderly. I thought
that was clever.
* there are these little buggy things getting their mojo on all over the
place. BossLady calles them "love bugs" and I can see why. They're
attached at the... well, you know. So when you park your car about 20 of
them are already doin the nasty on it by the time you get out... and if
you're lucky you can get into the building to where ever you're going
without them making their way into your bra. I wasn't so lucky.
Oh shoot. So BossLady just came in and suggested I head out to the airport
because there's a thunderstorm moving in (low and behold there's the
thunder). So, testing complete.
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| So now, not only is Xanga blocked from work, but so is gmail/hotmail/yahoo/aol and all other personal email sites. That really does suck. So today I get a call from BossLady and I'm whining about how I'm being forced to hire an idiot cronie of our President again just because he says I have to do it... and her response is, "Oh good! If he's bugging you today that means he's not bugging me. Yea me." If Itty No. 1 hadn't been sitting here I'd have told her to kiss my ass. That reminds me though, actually that's a lie, Chun's comment on my last entry reminded me... did I ever tell y'all about the time Itty dropped the F-bomb? In context. Yeah, sorry Chun, my little brother beat you to the punch on teaching my kids swear words. I asked Itty No. 1 to draw a picture of our family because I wanted to personalize a storybook with her pictures, and she drew this picture with a mommy, a daddy and 3 itty's. I asked her who they all were and she pointed them all out; "This one is me, I'm a princess, this one is you, you're the queen, this one is Daddy, that one is Baby Itty No. 2 and that's my baby brother."  She's been on this kick lately about wanting a brother. I asked her, "what if God decides not to give you a brother... what if you get another sister?" She very seriously told me that we'd just have to give her back because we don't need any more girls... then she proceeded to pray and remind God of the fact that we don't need any more girls in our house. Oh, by the way... husband has decided that we should wait to move to CO until the new DOD facility down the road gets closer to opening. I'm going to kick him in the teeth. | | |
| Sometimes the way her brain works amazes (and tickles) me. For example, we were out and about a couple of weeks ago and she sees a police cruiser with the lights going pulled up behind another vehicle: Itty: Uh-Oh! Someone's been speeding. They're gonna get a speeding ticket! Me: Oh babe, they were in an accident and the police man is there helping them. Itty: An accident!!?? Me: Yep Itty: That is disgusting! You mean they pee-peed in their car???
On another occasion we were out and she noticed one of those "Smart Cars." Itty: Daddy look! It's a baby car on the street... but there's a daddy in it. That's not nice of him to take his little girl's car to work.
After talking to one of her teachers about the fact that we'll ultimately be moving to Colorado the teacher told her, "Colorado is a little slice of heaven." Prompting the following conversation: Itty: Momma, when are we going to Colorado? Me: I'm not exactly sure baby, but hopefully soon. Itty: *visibly upset* Me: What's wrong? Itty: When we move into our new house in Colorado are we going to die? Me: WHAT?! No, no, no baby, why in the world would you think that? Itty: Because teacher said that Colorado is a little slice of heaven. I'm not ready to die and go to heaven with Jesus yet Mommy... I want to go to Kindergarten first!
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| So Thursday's are never normal for me... in any way... though most of the time I work from home. I usually get so wrapped up in work that it honestly never even occured to me to post to Xanga. I guess now that I'm a bit disenchanted by the whole workplace thing that my mind isn't focused on my job 100% of the time. So here I am. My house, it's not MY house anymore. We've had painters come in and make everything neutral. It's amazing how big of a difference that makes. My dining room used to be blood red above the chair rail and a creamy gold below. Now the creamy gold has stayed and the top is no longer red... it's a soft pale yellow. My antique dishes have all been packed up into storage and the booster seat has been packed away too. The nursery isn't colorful and cheery anymore, it's white. It doesn't really strike one as an all white room though because of all the colorful baskets on the shelves. It's still not the same though and just feels like some generic nursery in pottery barn kids. The only room we didn't take the fun out of was Itty No. 1's. Her room is "Pineapple Fizz" with a horizontal set of stripes going around the room (two fucia and one "Tigger" orange). Painting on those mommy wording stripes was painstaking and tedious. They are, however, perfectly level, perfectly spaced, and perfectly crisp without even a hint of bleedthrough. That is also the reason they haven't painted over them. To get a perfect stripe, you have to tape off, paint your base color, let it dry, paint the first coat of your accent color, let it dry and paint a second coat of your accent color. That's an additional 3 coats of paint... that leaves a tangible edge to the absolutely perfect stripes that you have spent hours with a level and painters tape to get just right. I do have to admit, it kills me to do all this work for someone else. We've even decided to invest in getting new siding to try and spur along the whole thing. I can't believe I'm here dropping another $8K into this house just to throw it on the market in 2 weeks. Not to mention all the other work we put into it. We redid our kitchen, replaced the windows, leveled and completely redid the front yard and replaced the entryway door and garage door all just a year and a half ago. I told Husband, that when we move, we're doing all that mommy word right up front because I'M going to fully enjoy my house before we ever decide to move again (though, I hate moving and never want to move again... but that's another rant). | | |
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