Category Archives: work

I wanna work from home!!!

I know I have said this before.  But I really hate not being home with my baby.  He’s home sick today and Milhouse took the day off to be with him.  It wasn’t easy for him to take the time off though.  It took a lot of negotiating and some bitchiness on my part before he finally saw my point and stayed home.

 

Neither of us is in the position at work where we can really stay home very often.  Milhouse has a little bit more flexibility than I do but he also has way more responsibility.  He runs his office so he never really leaves.  Which means when he is at home he still has to field phone calls from clients and answer emails, not an easy task with a 16 month old baby screaming in your ear.

 

Destructo threw a hissy fit when I was leaving that just broke my heart.  And as lame as my excuses sound I really couldn’t take the day.  My boss(es) are out so there is no one here to cover the department (literally) and I have no sick days left to take, if I stayed home I would be docked pay. 

 

I don’t know when life got so complicated.  I just really wish I could work from home or better yet win the lottery and never have to work again…..

 

When will this day be over?!?!

I started off the day feeling this way and I really want today to end now.  I am having a totally and completely yucky day.

 

  • I’m sick and I feel miserable.  Someone has stuck cotton balls up my nose, marshmallows in my ears, and hit me on the head with a skillet.
  • The mother frickin’ daycare feels the need to send my son home every time they have to change his diaper more than three times in a day.  He poops and tinkles – GET OVER IT!!  Put on latex gloves and deal with it.  I pay you over $1000 a month, earn your damn money.
  • My boss and his boss are out so I am holding down the fort.  This means I spend most of my day dealing with their clients and saying, ‘sorry it’s just me today, I’ll let them know you called/emailed/or stopped by’.  I ain’t no secretary but when they’re away I morph into one.
  • I have to work late.  As a result of the mother frickin daycare’s inability to deal with poop, I had to run out of work for an hour and a half to pick up my son and drop him off at my moms and then come back.  I have to make up that time now and leave a half an hour later than I normally would, and get jammed up in rush hour because of it.

 

I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep but the way this day is going, that is not going to happen for awhile.

When will this day be over?!?!

I started off the day feeling this way and I really want today to end now. I am having a totally and completely yucky day.

  • I’m sick and I feel miserable. Someone has stuck cotton balls up my nose, marshmallows in my ears, and hit me on the head with a skillet.
  • The motherfrickin’ daycare feels the need to send my son home every time they have to change his diaper more than three times in a day. He poops and tinkles – GET OVER IT!! Put on latex gloves and deal with it. I pay you over $1000 a month, earn your damn money.
  • My boss and his boss are out so I am holding down the fort. This means I spend most of my day dealing with their clients and saying, ‘sorry it’s just me today, I’ll let them know you called/emailed/or stopped by’. I ain’t no secretary but when they’re away I morph into one.
  • I have to work late. As a result of the mother frickin daycare’s inability to deal with poop, I had to run out of work for an hour and a half to pick up my son and drop him off at my moms and then come back. I have to make up that time now and leave a half an hour later than I normally would, and get jammed up in rush hour because of it.

I just want to crawl into bed and fall asleep but the way this day is going, that is not going to happen for awhile.

Morning show – giggle, giggle, snort, snicker, ahahahahahahaha

I do believe that my co-workers think I am crazy, and I can’t say that I totally blame them. If I wasn’t me but I was observing me, I would think that I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket too. Have I confused you yet???

So I digress, my latest reason for my list of crazy behaviour is radio morning shows. I am not loyal to anyone radio station, and I listen to three different morning shows on my drive in. Whichever one is funniest that day is the one I listen to, which is not crazy behaviour.

The crazy behaviour is me sitting in my car in the office parking lot laughing hysterically. I tend to do this a lot because for some reason the co-hosts get funnier the closer I get to the office, and by the time I park I am laughing uncontrollably.

I know that my coworkers see me and probably think that I am not all there and those of them that have been here for a long time are probably used to it. But I need that laugh before I come in and get bombarded with their stupidity and idiotic questions.

I’m Lost

At one point in my life I knew where I was going but I don’t anymore.

Family wise; I’m good. I would like to have another baby but just not right now, it would be too expensive right now. Maybe when Destructo turns three, that way he can go to school and we can afford daycare for the new baby.

Career wise; I’m not so good. How in the hell did I end up here?!?!? My heart isn’t in it, I definitely didn’t go to school for this, really and truly I hate it, so why I am doing it?!

I would love to get into a museum or a library but I am not willing to take a pay cut. If I leave to start something new I will have to take a pay cut and I can’t afford that right now. So I am stuck here being miserable and blogging about it.

Just yucky, plain and simple

Dear Lulubelle

Please ensure that you wash your hands after using the potty. It is quite disgusting that you do not wash your hands after each and every visit to the potty.

If you choose not to wash your hands, please refrain from touching me. I do not appreciate having my hair or clothing pawed by grimy hands.

Sincerely,
Me

Test Drama

Yesterday was the first test for my God awful course (which will be known as GAC from now on) and it wouldn’t be my life if there was no drama involved.

I got to leave work early so that I could get baby from the daycare, drop him at home and then go back to the class and take the test.

Let me put my timeline into perspective for you, I left work at 4:30pm and class started at 6pm. The class was literally two blocks from baby’s daycare but because Milhouse can’t leave work early to get him, I do it (that may change though or at least on test days). I live about 30 minutes away from the daycare and 32 minutes away from the class. So that hour and a half is stretched really tight. So yesterday when I needed the timing to be precise Murphy’s Law kicked in.

· On the way to the daycare – there was traffic and construction outside work because of the movie shoot. Instead of taking me 10 minutes to get to the daycare it took me 25.
· On the way home – there was a major accident that closed down one highway and the other highway was closed for repairs. So instead of it taking me a half an hour to get home it took me almost an hour.
· On the way to class – there was construction on the roads that caused major slow downs. So instead of taking 20 minutes to get to class it took 35.

So my sister and I were about a half an hour late for a 45 minute test!!! Good thing we’re as smart as we are, because we rocked it and finished the test in time.

My academic slackerness has been taken to a whole new level

Yesterday was my God awful class (for all future entries I will refer to it as GAC) and it was also, my first quiz (see Geeky Girl for details on that mad cap adventure) and guess what I did.  Well let me tell you what I didn’t do.

 

I didn’t get there early to get a good seat, prepare myself mentally and review the materials with the other members of the class.  Nope, I got there half an hour late, after the test had finished and frantically scribbled down all my answers.

 

I didn’t pay attention to the lecture that followed.  Nor did I ask intelligent, well thought out questions about the topics that I didn’t understand.  Nope, I doodled in my notebook and watch the clock tick ever so slowly.

 

I didn’t stay to the end of the class, and have an in-depth conversation with my classmates about the subject we just covered.  Nope, I ducked out early and didn’t get to hear the end of the lecture.

 

I did however come home, put my baby to sleep, eat dinner and watch the last hour of heroes.  So all in all it was a pretty good night.  🙂

Here we go again….

Another God awful class. Yes I know that I bitch and moan about this class on a weekly basis, and I intend to bitch and moan about this class until it is over. I just don’t see the point of it. If I wanted to stay in this industry for the rest of my life, maybe or even if I wanted to be management. But I don’t want to do either.

I just want to go home to my baby. I can even deal with the crazy puppy and sickie Milhouse. I just don’t want to deal with this class.

You know what I want – a paycheck. Plain and simple. No corner office, no company car, no coporate credit card – just my paycheck (slightly larger than it is now of course).

Is that too much to ask???

P.S. If that chickie tries to copy my notes again, I will bop her in the nose.

Pros & Cons

Pro: my boss lets me do pretty much whatever I want to do. I went to Destructo’s daycare today and he didn’t have a problem with it. I was gone for 2 hours and I haven’t lost any vacation time nor do I have to work through my lunch.

Pro: my boss’ boss is buying me ice cream. I get a single scoop of double fudge brownie.

Con: the politics here are extreme. There is all kinds of backstabbing and scheming going on.

Con: all this ice cream and cake is getting me fat.

I don’t know what to do???