So this morning, I woke to the sounds of "Oh Sherry" in my head. You know the Journey song? It's not even one of my favorites, and I always thought that the first line was screamed instead of sung...but that's what it was. And I don't even know anyone named Sherry, but apparently, she should have been gone.
Now we can just turn on the taped version of my life, as I seem to say (write) the same thing week after week----I am happy today is Friday, it has been a rough week, I am feeling pretty poorly, my life is hard---wah, wah, wah, wah, WAH. But it's all true, pathetic or not.
Dammit still waiting to hear back from the dr's office, and I called them on---crap, was it Monday? I just realized that it has been that long, so I will call them today---again. The pain is severe this week, but I have managed to stay upright and I have been pretty busy. I had some things to do to get ready for this weekend, the (quasi) baby shower tomorrow, and my sister and goodest family friend Phyllis comes today...so there has been some preparation. I am almost ready, have to clean the other bathroom this morning, I managed to somewhat clean the floors last night, changed the bed, cleaned one bathroom..and that was after working ten hours yesterday, as the Drama Queen couldn't make it. It was, after all Thursday, and she has a really rough time of it on that day, as her kids are with their father on Wednesday nights and that means P-A-R-T-Y. Ugh...You know, I have noticed that my tolerance for many things has gone, and I am becoming an old and apparently bitter woman. I am not proud and am trying to change my thinking but I think my own kids have pushed me way over the edge and now I find I have zero tolerance for bullshit. Every day, I find that I act more like my dad and that is not who I want to be. But on to brighter things...
I am looking forward to seeing my sister and friend, they will be here this afternoon -- have to leave tomorrow afternoon, but that's okay. There will be seven of us here tomorrow, and that will be fun. I ordered a Rubber Ducky cake, marble of course, and will order pizza because that's easy and this day is suppose to be about easy. I bought Janelle a pack and play - which really is killing two birds with one stone, it doubles as a bassinet. Baby things cost so much, I cannot believe it. She now has the crib and changing table, the bassinet, a few sheets and a comforter, and some tiny-sweet clothes. She still needs so much but I am afraid I have done all I can do..the rest will have to be up to them. They are getting there. It was extremely important to me that I buy his furniture and I managed to do that--and I'm telling you, that was a miracle. So I know it will all work out.
Tonight, will be dinner out with my sis and friend and then who knows? Tomorrow, the shower (lunch) and then Mark and I will take them halfway back - so I will be back home by sevenish..and the rest of the weekend will be spent alone. And that's alright with me. I'm out.
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Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Hap-hap-happy humpday.
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.
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.
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