While at work yesterday, I had almost a whole post written, but was interrupted when one of the bosses came in, then I realized I had no business blogging at work, if I was not comfortable with the powers that be knowing I was screwing off while on their time. Hmmm....it's been a long time since I have had to worry about that, in my past job, I would say to Bill "don't bother me now, I'm blogging..". I think those days are over.
I was stuck there for the full ten hours yesterday as the one I like to call Drama Queen, the one that comes in late and stays late to cover until 5:30 every day had yet another *tragedy*. I am SOOO over other people's problems, I could spit. Yesterday, she found her "boyfriend" (a man of 47, btw) in bed with his ex girlfriend. So, I had the tears on the phone and her asking if she could take a personal day. I said yes, but I am already fed up with this girl and her problems. She is 32 years old, has two sons, and lives her life this way, apparently on purpose. Every one of us has bad things happen to us, things that are of no fault of ours. I get that. To me--drama is when things happen that you knew were going to happen, and you are upset about it anyway. And this girl knew this was going to happen. This girl is a player, and she is seeing one of her kind. So...you get two players involved in a relationship, and viola--what do you have? One of them in bed with someone else...Gah. In the full three weeks that I have been there, I have listened to stories told to the other woman in our office..every morning a new story. They puke me, the chatter is unnecessary and annoying, the subject is inappropriate and boring, and I am already fed up to here-----. She has missed two and a half days because her kids were sick, she has missed half a day because her water pipes froze, she overslept the first day I was there, her kids have had dr appointments, dentist appointments...and this has all been in three weeks. She has been with this company for five years and I never want to fire anyone, it sucks to have to do that. But believe me, if there is no other option, I will do just that. I already spoke to the owner about the excessive bs, and he told me to do what I needed to, the department was mine. What bothers me, is that there are so many others out there that would take the job so much more seriously...hell, I would love to have some of my previous employees there. But, I shall bide my time and wait and see what happens. She is, after all a single mother, but why does SHE not care about that?
In other news....I have nothing. My life is one issue after another, and I find myself struggling to keep one foot in front of the other. Mark and I did spend a few minutes talking last evening, things are not progressing well. Turns out he's relieved that he no longer has to "worry" about me as much...yea for him, who knew he was worrying anyway? I have come to the conclusion that if he is happier living in a huge, empty house, with a senile dog, more than a hundred miles from his job, then he must have been one very unhappy man, living here with me. He tells me he wants to work this all out...and I am left wondering when..perhaps he is "working" on it when he is out every weekend in the local tavern? I assume he has revived his pool game, once upon a time, he wowed 'em with his skills. Ahh, it is good to be the Mark.
With any luck, this day could be drama-free. None from my children or the dq at work. If I was a betting woman, my money would be on them, however. Happy Humpday, I'm out.