This week has kicked my backside... and today started strangely... Bubba and I were at the bank... PAYING OFF OUR HOUSE. You heard me, we wired the money to the mortgage company this morning. Of course it was all very anti-climatic as all we did was fill out a piece of paper, sign it and give it to the gal in the glass enclosed bubble. (aka teller behind the bank glass)
So a flood of paper work to follow then the house is all ours - as long as we pay the taxes to the state and county win which we live. Heaven help us now... now I will have the Bubba monthly nag about putting away the mortgage payment for our retirement - some time right before I drop dead.
Today already the job is kicking my backside then it's rounding around and slapping me in the head. It is all in fighting, our other team is in Huntsville AL - they don't like us. We keep trying. But every step forward we make, thanks to the code jockeys down in Dixie make some asinine statement that makes us take 3 steps back. It's always "we too busy, we have meetings, we can't do that, we don't want to do all this unnecessary paper work, what the process for this? Is this written down? We can't do that because our customer will just change things.... and my favorite???? "I have NO idea what you all want! OR I have no idea what was supposed to be done." When we KNOW they know as we have the email, meeting minutes and personal witnesses for all these discussions!
As I told the new deputy PM - move these jobs to AL - we'll find other work we are just tired of fighting this fight on a daily basis. And don't think I won't check back and dance the delighted dance when their ratings hit the toilet bowl. Yeah it's not nice but hey - it's me.
The weekend is planned but not overly so, missing a girl's event but working the ladies event, and I've got a Sunday appointment of pampering... and bonus Bubba was planning to go to work. Bliss on Sunday gang! ;-)
All right - off to earn this paycheck... and other stuff. Sorry not terribly exciting today poor Bubba is too beat by the job to drive me crazy on a regular basis.
OH!!! Did I mention his statue is back? We got home Tuesday and - there inside the house (brought in by the dog walker) sat the box - did I touch it? NO did I look at it? Oh no - did I even venture near that box! Oh HECK no. Bubba opened the box, checked that statue over and over and under etc, and when he picked the wrong hand that was broken I KNEW they had done the repair right. I said a prayer heaven-ward that all was now right that the statue had returned and that my cursed and clumsy hands were NO WHERE near the darn thing. It's back in the curio cabinet, and I'll be a monkey's uncle before I touch the darn thing ever again.
That is all for a beat down Friday.
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