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For the record, the guy with the hand gesture? Just some random drunken concert goer. I don’t know him, but he said “put it in cyberspace! I’ll find it!” So…here you go, drunk dude. Have fun with your fame, but don’t let it go to your head!
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when I’m taking it, thinking it’s a knowledge test….
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105 As a 1930s wife, I am |
when I’m taking it, realizing it’s a personality test….
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59 As a 1930s wife, I am |
hmm…hopefully I don’t get a complex about this….
so, I just got one of my responsibilities taken away. so he can “be assured” . Not that I WANT to be fired, but at this point nothing would surprise me.
So watch out.
This weekend started off fine. Our little one had her first sleepover Friday night, at her aunt’s house across town. Amazingly, we got no emergency calls She had an absolute blast. Hubby and I spent the time just doing whatever, we ran errands together, just plain spent time together. It was wonderful :) almost like dating, but more comfortable than that.
On our way home we got a call from mom in law. Hubby’s uncle has apparently decided that I should be the one to make tablecloths for the family reunion that’s happening this next weekend. Hubby’s uncle is someone I really don’t care for, he’s manipulative and rude and a bit of a jerk. He comes over with a BOLT of fabric, about 5 yards (at least) of elastic, and matching green thread. Now he’s having me make 5 tablecloths, and with the remainder, he also bought an apron pattern, so I can make THREE aprons, for three grown men. I outright laughed at him and said that’s so no happening. I don’t think he believed me, but honestly, it’s not going to happen.
So now, I have the lovely feeling of being taken advantage of, used, whatever you want to call it. On top of the stress I’m already feeling from needing to make 15 bags for a friend’s gallery (which is exciting, don’t get me wrong,but holy crap), plus I just got an order for a girl’s wedding. And now this. By Saturday.
So I sit down at my sewing table on Saturday to try and get some bags done, because my poor friend has been waiting ages for these, and I feel horrible making her wait so long. I didn’t even get one done, the crushing weight of everything I need to do is preventing me from doing ANYTHING.
So I went and worked on my friend Baby Surprise Jacket, and around midnight, finished sewing it up. It’s super cute and I’m really proud, I’ve never made a garment before
So then it’s Sunday. After finishing the baby jacket, I couldn’t sleep until about 2am. We go to church, so hubby woke me up around 9:30 to get ready…we go to church, then right afterward was a bbq with some of the people there. it was great, but I knew we couldn’t hang out all afternoon, plus little one needed a rest time. So we go home and put her down for a rest, and I try to work on bags. I ended up making two tiny ones and most of one large one. So…I’m almost 1/5 of the way there.
After that, we load up the car and head to my mom’s house for yet another bbq. With lots of family. Including hubby’s cousin, who, surprise! just found out she’s pregnant. Again. Of course. So everyone’s fawning over her…my mom says she’s glowing, she’s complaining because she’s 8 weeks and already showing, in maternity clothes. Boo. Freaking. Hoo. I took the kids to the playground across the way so I didn’t have to hear it. You might think that since I already have a child, the hollow pit where I feel this pain would be gone. Anyone with any kind of infertility issues would tell you that you’re wrong. It never stops hurting, and every once in a while, about the time you start thinking the wound has finally scabbed over and you can start thinking of the pain in the past tense, something, or someone, comes along and rips the scab right off, when you’re not looking. Then someone else pours salt in the wound.
Plus, last Friday, come to find out I completely forgot a vital part of my sending out checks each week - making sure there’s enough money in the account. So I sent out about 80k of checks…and well…we have roughly 10k in the account here at work. Friday was one of the worst days of my work life….and basically I’ve lost any and all motivation to work at all. I’m sitting here waiting to hear “YarnWhore, please come to my office for a minute” and get the ax. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least. At least then I could be a SAHM for a while. And not deal with this stress, and get to know my big girl a bit more.
Today is one of those days where I feel inadequate, and horrible about myself and what I can accomplish. I’m not having a good few days, but I have a cup of hot tea, and since I’m female that’s supposed to make me feel better, right?
Last night I was putting away a veritible mountain of laundry, and had Little Bean following me around like a lost puppy. Then she sees me with a handful of hangers and pipes up with “I want to help, can I help with the hangers!?” So, who in thier right mind would say no to help with laundry? She plops herself on my bed and I hand her the hangers, thinking she’s going to grab a shirt and put it in. She knows how to do this, and has done laundry with me before and thoroughly enjoyed it, so it’s not a stretch to think that’s what would happen. But this day was different.
Anyway, I come over and pick up a shirt, and she looks at me and goes “ok mom, you’re going to buy them from me, one at a time” A HA! So we’re turning laundry into a shopping game! Fine by me :) So I “order” a hanger, and promptly get charged $70.00!! I “handed” her the “money” and got my spendy hanger. The prices fluctuated SO much yesterday, it was crazy. I paid $5, $2, $1, $16, $44, $65, “six hundred, thousand dollars!!”, “five thousand bucks”, $6,000, and the final hanger, $109.00.
She sits back in satisfaction and sighs happily “I have LOTS of moneys!”
What a ham I loved it, and the 40 mins of putting away laundry absolutely flew by. Yesterday was a great day…no tantrums, no whining, etc. Hooray!
I feel utterly surrounded by middle schoolers. And not because I’m hanging out with pre-teen children…but because I apparently have yet to work with adults. Ex Co-workers from the Job from Hell are having an email pissing contest…I’m so done with this now. The only contact I have with any of them are these gossipy update emails about how horrible the old company is, how great it is we’re gone, blah blah blah. You know, some of us moved on…and it’s been a friggin year and a half. Get over it already. We’re not really friends, or else we’d have other stuff to talk about!
Then there’s the current work situation….holy shit it’s like a big game of Telephone….but you’re screwing with people’s livelihoods here. Blatant out and out lies, no trust whatsoever. I haven’t started looking for a job, but when I think about it, there’s nothing to keep this trash from happening to me. And then what? I’ll be so desperate to leave I might just jump for anything, which is how I landed the Job from Hell before. That’s totally not what I want. I also don’t want to stand by silently as things happen that shouldn’t, that are inethical, immoral and just plain wrong to do to another person. I don’t have any idea how to stand up for what’s right in a professional environment. But this is happening to a friend of mine - and if I just leave, it just sends the message that my friend was forced out, and so I’m leaving, which is just as childish as the mindfuck games they’re playing with her. Honestly, I don’t want to leave. It doesn’t feel like time to move on, and there are many things about this job that I know I won’t find elsewhere.
Can an adult in the room please mediate?!
I’m tired, cranky, whiny, snarky and all around bitchy today. And I’m stressed because quite frankly, I will never catch up, and though I think it’d be perfect hire a part time accounting assistant for me, I know for a fact that that will never happen. Instead they’ll burn me out and then replace me, just like they did to the last girl in my position.
So then I check my personal email (shh! if I don’t take mini breaks, I’ll go insane!) and I’m still in an email circle from people from my last job, which was Job From HELL. Everyone on the list with the exception of one has escaped, and the one who hasn’t, I’m not sure she wants to. BUT, people have been getting together for drinks, etc. Well, whoopidee doo. I live 30-40 mins away from where they meet up, AND they do it during the day. erm. I work. so…more often than not I just read the emails that make the rounds and don’t answer them. But today, I finally answered, because people were asking about my girl E and her moving to africa. So, I gave a quick update and a note about why I never make it to the get togethers. Now there have been two responses to the email PRIOR to mine, about how “I made it, what’s your excuse?” basically to all of us who didn’t go. Accusing, bitchy, catty emails. I’m so very tempted to write back. I just know that I’d come off as a total bitch….and while I kind of want to, I don’t at the same time. So I’m goign to wait it out and see.
Right now I have no desire to SEE any of these people….much less hang out for a meal with them!!!
I’m a dork. I got this idea from Allison, and so it’s confession time!
1. I have pasty pale skin, and strawberry blondish reddish hair. And some freckles. Not enough to be cute, but enough that I turn red anytime someone talks to me, and it humiliates me. I’m also terrified of most confrontation, and this humiliation feels like confrontation, so I will find some way to hide when this happens.
2. When I was little, I was rail thin, had more freckles, needed glasses, had a perm, AND had braces.
3. I run into things. Constantly, things that are fixtures in the room, such as doorjams, my desk at work…the wall itself. My legs are often the victims of these brutal attacks, and are usually plastered with 3-5 bruises.
4. I am a bookworm…but also a book snob. I will often only read a book once…maybe twice if I run across it again and can’t remember what happens. Because of this, I often have large library fines that I don’t pay on “principle” (because I don’t want to pay for books….but when they cut off the book supply, I do end up paying anyway)
5. DH and I have an extensive movie collection. We tend to be movie snobs too, and take immense enjoyment in name dropping of indie films, and obscure British films/TV series that most Americans haven’t heard of, such as Red Dwarf (one of the best, imo).
6. I often wish I were a faerie. With wings, so that I could go hide in a flower and read. And fly.
7. I also often imagine myself as the heroine in whatever movie is my current favorite…to the point that habits and behaviors exhibited in said movie become part of MY life.
8. I love spelling and grammar, and take great pleasure in learning more about both, again to the point of obscurity.
9. It’s great fun to throw rarely used words into everyday conversations, especially with people who smile and nod when they don’t know what you’re talking about.
10. I too, smile and nod when I don’t know what someone’s talking about.
Hmmm….maybe I’m just a snot?
I want to vent…but I don’t. Maybe tonight. Suffice it to say,
