From Sad to Mad... in 3, 2, 1

Never found out why the boss is/was in a funk. I generally speak to him daily. All I've gotten is a couple of emails in the last week.

Called my friend to tell him his comment was the most shitty thing anyone has ever said to me. He said it was the alcohol talking. After I hung up I realized he never said he was sorry or gave me a different answer as to why we are friends. But chalk one up for me, I did confront him and that's not something I do.

I asked Big Daddy if he'd like to get away for the weekend, that I have a free night at a nice hotel. He was like "I guess". What the hell, that was a promise of hotel sex and no kids and he "guesses" he'd like to go.

I'm doing my hair this morning and look down at the trash can in my bathroom. What the hell! Little Princess' friend was over yesterday and came and asked me if we had any "femine products". I told her where to find them and didn't think anything more about it but there in the trash are her bloody panties. She threw them away... in my bathroom.

I was at the office 9.5 hours today. I stopped at the liquor store with the intention of coming home to chill out on the sofa. As soon as I get home Little Princess says she thinks she might puke. I then see she has left out the towels (like 7 towels) she used to wash the dogs and have a water fight with her friend yesterday. It has rained like crazy all day and the towels are a muddy mess. I run through the house, intending to put them directly in the washer. Lo and behold, the washer is full. No biggie. I open the dryer to move the clothes from the washer but its full clothes, my clothes, which have apparently sat in the dryer all day and are so wrinkled there is no doubt I'm going to have to iron everything, even my panties.

I HATE IRONING!

So I get the laundry under control, change my clothes, wash my face, and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge to see if there is anything I can feed Little Princess that I won't mind seeing in the barf bucket later. I am greeted to all the meat I bought at the store for the week. Little Princess didn't put any of it in the freezer. I now need to prepare a pork roast, some hamburger, and fajita meat or give the family food posioning later in the week. I don't even want any of that for dinner.

I heat a frozen pizza, pour a rum and coke, and consider my mood.

Hey, atleast I'm not sad anymore.

Down and Out

With the exception of a huge (unwelcomed) vacation in June, I have nothing going on. All my projects and trips are done. I'm a little despressed.

What now?

The conference I managed was a huge sucess. So why am I blue?

Amid all the 500 compliments, my boss is in a foul mood and no one knows or will tell me why. Its so unlike him that I keep thinking I've done something to cause it. Just my paranoia.

A friend said something so horrible that I'm having a hard time comprehending what it means. "We're friends because you're better than what I could pick up at a bar." What does that mean? Care to elaborate? Do I want you to? It took me a couple of days to even, not remember... because I did turn it over in my mind but to realize WHAT you said. I called you to talk about what I said to that question and clarify my thoughts but you remained silent on your comments. I had hoped it was the beer talking or you trying to be funny but your silence said it all. Fucking speakers and their stupid questions.

I have nothing on the calendar. You'd think I'd be thrilled to have some down time, but no. I'm having a hard time not getting up that one hour earlier to get to work. I haven't taken a lunch in so long I'm not sure what to do during that hour. And home, what am I supposed to do... sit on the sofa and watch TV?

Sunday morning the kids woke me up at 5:30 am after I didn't get to bed until almost midnight because they wouldn't settle down in their tents. I yelled at them in a whisper about how rude they were and then I walked in the dark to the bathrooms, sat on the curb and cried.

I don't cry.

Maybe I'm just exhausted and need some R&R. I haven't slept well in months and in the last two weeks I've probably averaged 5 hrs a night while tossing and turning. Last Tues-Thurs I only slept a total of 7 hours over 3 days. It hasn't affected my work or home life up til now but I'm wondering if that's part of why I feel depressed. Guess you can't run on adrenalin forever.

Things Are Going Too Well

Ever get that feeling that the other shoe might drop at any moment?

I sold Big Daddy’s truck last night. The ad was only up about an hour on cars.com before the calls started. The callers were all from out of town, which I found odd that people hours away were willing to go so far for a vehicle. Is there a shortage of vehicles in their city?

So the second caller inquired about the truck and I filled him in on the details. I explained the downsides, sliding rear window is broken, interior is less than perfect, high mileage, couple a dents. I spent more time explaining the pluses, transmission only has 40,000 miles on it, no rust, reliable transportation with no major issues. We argued about price briefly and then he said “I’ll leave for the airport now.”

Whoa, hold on now. I hadn’t even talked to Big Daddy to see if he was ok with the price we discussed and I was on my way to church. I tried to talk the guy into doing this the next day but he was adamant that he wanted to do it tonight. His push to hurry, his ethnic background, and the fact he was 300 plus miles away caused me some concern. But as soon as I got home I woke Big Daddy up and explained the deal. He agreed to the price and to go into work late so as to be with me when the deal went down. Everything went smooth and we’re happy with the cash.

While Big Daddy was on the test drive at 11:30 pm last night and I got to thinking… Wow, this went quickly. In the last couple of weeks we’ve made $600 in 24 hrs selling kittens, I got a 6% raise while my coworkers will only see 3%, I got a new SUV, our tax refund was stellar, the sale of the truck will fund a two week vacation in the Midwest early this summer. All in all, we’ve been extremely (I hate to use the term) blessed.

I was actually voted ‘Most Pessimistic” my senior year so now I’m just wondering what’s going to go wrong. Big Daddy gets mad when I speak aloud the possibilities. He is convinced I might just cause one of them to happen by simply verbalizing the thoughts. So here’s me saying outloud “Wow, what if we win the lottery next?”

3 Strikes and You're Out

# 1
Following my boss’ directions, I emailed the 5 trainers asking for the next 3 months of training dates and locations. They generally follow a schedule, 3rd Tuesdays or the 15th of the month. So when I didn’t hear back from everyone, I used the general schedule and emailed a long list of managers, supervisors, directors, and the 5 trainers the next 3 months of training dates.

FB replies to everyone on the list that I am not in charge of his training schedule. The email is in red, all caps, 18 point font, bolded and underlined.

Strike 2
I had several large projects and was getting behind in data entry. I handed off to a couple of the admin. assistants to get the data in so I could run the end of month reports and email them to top management, cc: ing anyone who has data in the reports.. I didn’t double check the data entry and FB’s data was missing from the final reports.

FB replies to the entire distribution list that he faxed the data to me on such and such date and even called to double check that I had received it. This email doesn’t have the red, large, bold, underlined words but he does use, count them, 12 exclamation points.

Thing is, I had caught the mistake and told him I would correct it the same day and resend my email to everyone.

3rd Strike
I was in a remote office doing some training. FB told me he would be there but didn’t make it. I go over the New Employee List with the 3 supervisors in attendance, letting them know what their employees need to wrap up new employee training/orientation. I send a friendly email to FB (only) to let him know what I went over with the supervisors and remind him to bring certain forms to the next training since the supervisors said they would make sure those people were in attendance.

FB forwards my email to his boss and my whole department, stating the he didn’t know he had a new boss, that his boss hadn’t informed him that he was reporting to me.

Now, FB didn’t copy me on his tirade email but I get called in by my boss and asked what’s going on here. I tell him I’m shocked and can’t believe FB has done this to me for a third time. I explain that we had been friends so I just don’t understand what the problem is and that I had talked to FB after strike 1 and 2 asking him to call me if he had a problem with me or anything I had emailed and he said he would. My boss says he sees nothing wrong with my email and will back me up.

For the record, I refuse to call FB for a third time and kiss his rear end. I will no longer drop what I am doing when he calls and needs something. His requests will go to the back of the pile. I will no longer give him a heads up when I hear his name mentioned by management. I will be professional and do my job but three strikes and you’re out of the friendship circle. I also plan to avoid emailing him unless absolutely necessary. He can’t forward a phone conversation.

FB refers to my favorite Austin Power's character.

Yawn with a side of I Don't Give a Shit

I finally made it to the Job Rut to pick up Big Princess' paycheck. She worked Spring Break when she was home but is back at school by the time the "minimum pay allowable for soul sucking" check is cut. Its only been like 4 or 5 days since I was supposed to pick it up but the manager drolled on about how he didn't think anyone was coming to get it and he thought he was going to have to send it back to the "Corporate Office".

F-Off... I've got a life, a busy life.

I figure since I'm already wasting an entire lunch hour on this errand, I might as well deposit the check in the bank for Big Princess--so the check will clear and she can pay me for her truck insurance and cell phone when she gets home for Easter weekend.

Smack dab in the middle of the lunch hour and the bank only has one teller at the counter. Bank employees breeeze by, offering me cheery greetings and promising someone will be with me soon. There is only one person ahead of me, so how bad can the wait be?

It can be twenty minutes as the person ahead of me performs something along the lines of cashing an out-of-state check written to a second party in pesos and wanting it converted to yen in the form of a money order, with no id or account at this particular bank.

My turn:

Yes, I'd like to deposit this payroll check and cash this one for $10, drawn on this bank.

His fingers whirl. He types for about 5 minutes. I'm wondering if he's forgotten about my transaction because he had a sudden inspiration for a victorian play written in SQL. Without looking up, he hands me Big Princess' paycheck.

"Please sign the back."
That check is made out to Big Princess, not me. She is the primary on this account, I'm the secondary.
"I see....... Well, bank procedures demand that every check be properly endorsed."
She is a college student who works when she's home but is currently back at school, two hours away.
[blank stare down from me to him]

He finally looks away and writes "For Deposit Only" on the back while instructing me that the bank can only do this a couple of times (like they haven't been doing it for the better part of two years now) before it will insist that the check be properly endorsed.

"Thank you for banking with us."

Eat me teller boy.....