I didn't post last week because the words were boring to me, and then the weekend hit and you would think that I wouldn't tempt the little witch Karma but apparently she saw the challenge; broke out the blender, hit frappe on Monday and liquefy on Tuesday - Wednesday the little snot just kept hitting the pulse button to make sure I was still paying attention - or she likes to see me twitch.
So... let's start with the weekend, Girl's group books sale - moved to the smaller building because I lost the argument with the President of the building association over who could use the bigger building - the folks paying for the time or us who don't pay a dime (Did I mention said president is the man I married? - anyone else would have been more workable!) ... So up at 6 AM - we closed shop an hour early as there was nothing happening and I had restless teenagers to entertain and frankly I was so not in the mood to do that bit of nonsense.
Sunday was fun, had a great breakfast out with the hubby who then went his merry way as I hosted a Mary Kay party of 3 which frankly I enjoyed the heck out of, because we were chatty and fun and money spending wine drinking fools. Of course all that good vibe was immediately sucked out of the room when Bubba the skinflint starting nagging on about the money I spent on stuff and the additional money I spent on party supplies... then he started asking why do I always have to host these things why can't I go [away] and do this crap [i.e. leave the house and remote alone to him]. BUT if I do that - he'll grump because there are other things I'm not doing like fixing him a meal, or doing laundry. Amazing how all that stuff happens even when I toss a "party" of 3 people. Yeesh.
SO - Sunday night, he grumps I ignore, to bed, to arise before the zombies go to sleep, and start another week. I did not anticipate anything major this week, schedule was pretty usual, and well you roll with what ever punches are tossed your way. Again - karma + blender = Aunt Ing's week is a goopy mess. Monday rescheduled, meetings, meeting minutes, emails coming fast and furious - holy electrons batman WTH?
Then to add the whipped topping to that sundae of a work day I have a Ladies' group meeting, that was the last one for one president... and oh goodies we have company. The Grand Deputy PITA. (yes - pain in the) she "belongs" to us to ensure we do all the words and the steps and the gestures correctly - yes gestures not maneuvers for you Eddie Izzard fans out there. And of course there is year end reports, and more foolishness and frankly carp - so finally meeting over. There is a spread after the meeting -full of cake and cookies and all sorts of things I can't eat and since last week's weigh in was less that fab - I was a very good girl and didn't go in the room. Dealt with other stuff, got my tickets for being treasurer and headed home only to remember a bag of stuff for the girls, to make the bags for kids going surgery. They are called smile bags, (google it) so pull up near the front door - oh and did I mention the President of the organization parked her car RIGHT in front of the main door - leaving very little room to get in and out easily - in a long dress no less.. way to go pumpkin. DOES ANYONE ELSE CARE THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD AROUND THEM ANYMORE?
Ahem (cue Linus with his blanket to tell me how it all works....)
Never mind - back to our tale --- so get my stuff, say good night, get down one step and trip over my own two clumsy feet and go down, on driveway, in my long white dress, I lose a shoe the keys are elsewhere and the wrist that had finally started to heal - was throbbing like a drunks head at his first AA meeting. So to the quick cross check, spectacles, ... ah never mind. I get up, dust myself off, check for rips, dirt and gather myself thankful I don't have to pick up 200 pounds of little sample sized anything and get back into my car - also grateful no one was there to witness my left-over-and-under-the right moment. Head home - oh goodie he's home... change clothes, watch one taped 30 minute program and went to bed.
Ok then Tuesday - Karma apparently had gotten hold of some crack and she hit the blender button hard and repeatedly. I get into work at 6:30 AM - yes in the morning.... at 7:00 AM (still in the blessed morning) the tea in my cup still hot and bubbly, breakfast not yet a thought -- in walks my government boss and he proceeds to tell me and my office mate why he is not happy with the high profile project our team's slacker has been - well slacking on. Does it matter than when we went "live" with this project we TOLD the government person that project slacker/ slicky boy wasn't the guy to put on this project? Does it matter that project slacker/ slicky boy can't manage to put together a 5 page preformatted report (insert this answer HERE) in anything less than 2 weeks - and that was when me and the gov guy is asking for DAILY updates.. did gov-y listen? No.
So here we are on a project that should have been done if not well ahead of where we were are WEEKS ago - and I'm getting the ass chewing? Well guess what - my new mission is life is to not get my ass chewed and that means - I make yours miserable - puddin' head slacker. Now this slacker also fancies himself as the 'smart' guy in the room - and he goes right to the gov boss to say its never his fault... well pumpkin gov-y guy has seen two high profile projects that it is your fault - and now it's mine too. So - than ain't happening on my watch... because now I'm watching you like a fat chick at the ice cream buffet - and your the man with the hot fudge sauce. Crap now I want ice cream --- I really have to think of other analogies other than food...
ALSO!!! Tuesday - I got an email from my company boss (yeah I know...twice the fun!) but I see him once a week if I make the effort to speak to the man - otherwise we pass in the week. So I asked for internal, company training, in January, my mentor said this would be good training to take. Monday - February 27th - I got my reply... after nudging the man twice more - that with overhead budgets being watched - they said I should take the training in JUNE. Oh - yeah and the March class has been cancelled - wonder why....
Now I missed the freaking class in December because they couldn't get their act together - and now this.. so much for upward mobility. I mentioned this to my company boss who basically shrugged his shoulders, we laughed about how to handle my review - and told me he wouldn't put a lot of training on for my goals. Yuck Yuck - and for that I left 30 minutes later than usual, got home later and so wanted to yell at someone.
I ate good instead... mostly. Bubba's boss is in town - so no cooking in my world - and oh, gee, look at me all unhappy about that.... or not so much.
Wednesday was Leap Day... whoo hoo... now the weather was a bit freakier but the big whoot in my day was my 10 AM appointment with a surgeon. Yes an actual cut you open type doctor - who does.... the chubby surgery!!! Also known as Gastric bypass. Now I have done research been to three - no four lectures on this surgery and all it's various variations - and now we found a surgeon who takes my insurance, returns phone calls and looks like he won't be a total idiot. Everything was hunky and Dorey until I got the laundry list of additional tests and foolishness I must do in preparation for this surgery. I won't freak me out again by looking at it but I will face all that... very very soon.
Wednesday evening, home again, and wonder woman came roaring out... dropped off carpool guy, got gas, had money off with the grocery points, dropped mail in the post office box, made my way home, let the dogs out, fed them, changed my clothes made a wardrobe decision then and there for Thursday, fed me, cleaned the kitchen, let the bug guy in, re-upped the contract because he as the magic make the stink bugs stay out of my chimney and fire place stuff, met the Mary Kay lady with the rest of my order, got my friends - so lunch some day next week - whoot! picked up misc - and sundries stuff around the house, loved the dogs, did the Ladies' group tickets as needed, dealt with Major Crankypants, and grumped to Mama. I was in bed early. Bubba came home some time well after I was sound asleep. And I left him in a similar condition this morning...
Today - Karma is just screwing with me-- Slacker-Tester (his new name) is well slacking again - in spite of the fact he has been chewed up and spit out by said gov boss, had another verbal munching right before lunch, and has two email pokes from me personally. Dude - the clue bat is beating about the head and shoulders to you think you might want to do something? Or not - fine by me we can hire someone else who will do the job....
So, as my job has been spinning these last days - I have do what any normal stressed person would do. I rearranged my desk, cleaned up the clutter and now have a slightly different configuration - I am trapped by phone locations, wires and machines... but to the best of my ability I have shifted, putzed, tossed and put crap in binders. My inner neat freak has her moments - granted they are few and far between but there are days we like her.
So with 2 hours left in my day - I will do something constructive with them - I hope. Then head home to another list of stuff, the Friday ah Friday - meetings and minutes and hope a bit early. I won't get into Saturday... that will be a nice long post too I fear....
(No stories about Bubba haven't seen him since Monday night for 30 minutes - literally.)
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