My life...

Now I must preface this rant with I have a job, a house and my health I have NO room what so every to whine and complain.  But I'm goin' anyway...

First my job... to say that not much is happening here is a gi-nor-mous under statement.  I cleaned out the nastiest work fridge today.  Horror movies were made with less muck and crap that I cleaned out of that thing.  It killed 30 minutes of my day and gave me a small sense of accomplishment.

How sad is that statement??

My government boss hired a PM to 'oversee' my team plus 3 other teams.  She seems like a nice enough lady - to quote country music "I really hate her - I'll think of a reason later"

She's involved in all these other meetings, she's been tasked to market our team, (we're currently understaffed) and frankly I'm more than a bit put out by the entire thing.  Especially when she took work I did, rejiggered it and presented it back to me as something new and different. 

My office mate and I are certainly able to do all the things this woman is doing, but my ghost of a gov boss decided to hire someone else. 

Yes, I'm actively looking for another job.  Lots of submissions, three interviews and a whole lotta nothing. I spoke to a former company boss he told me to hang tough, its the old line "its not you its them". 

My husband is now on high blood pressure meds - meaning meds to bring down his blood pressure down and he's claiming - with a straight face no less - that they are mellowing him out.  He got ticked when I laughed.  He used the example Monday night when we had Lake Aunt Ing in the family basement.  My husband claimed that he was mellow because he called the contractor, and cleaned up the mess.  "And I didn't go off on the guy"   I couldn't find the words to make my husband understand that - that was the right and appropriate response, that is what MOST normal people do.  You're initial reaction to lose your cool and yell and scream is counter-productive to handling something and getting it cleaned up and over with.  See also reaction to when our almost-15 year old dog has a poop mistake in the house.  It's usually in the laundry room takes exactly 2.4 minutes to deal with and you're done.  When my idiot husband finds it, he drags the dog in the room, smears poop every-freaking-where and now takes 30 minutes to clean up the floor, the rug, the dog and the murderous thoughts running through my brain.

There are reasons we don't tell my husband things. It makes life 1) easier, 2) calmer and 3) run more smoothly.  And it keeps me out of jail and signing off the rights to my Lifetime movie under the "snapped" category.

I had a mammogram today.  Two shots of lefty, 5 minute wait.  Clean bill of health.  Done.  I brought doughnuts into the office.  I've had two. I probably shouldn't have.

I am going shopping tonight after work.  Alone.  I just found a reason to live. ;-)

I'm baking cookies this weekend.  There will be happiness.  I'm making egg nog next weekend.  There will be drinking.

I have a Ladies group meeting Monday night - initiation.  Long night, and I get to do most of the walking.  I know about half the part.  Can't work up the energy to get the rest of it in my brain. Working on it. 

Funny story, got a text from my father-in-law saying that he sent information regarding my darling husband's birthday.  I have checked all the email accounts I have, all phones with voice mail, and asked my darling husband if he has received a message from his father.  All in the negative category.  So it begs the question, where the heck did he send this message?  My email is at the bottom of the invite.  How freaking hard is that?

I probably shouldn't ask the question.

This is all contributing to my attitude problem.  I'm desperately trying to keep it under wraps at work see previous statement to new PM. Heaven only knows what she's tasked with in terms of personnel changes.

I went to a yoga class last night.  She kicked my butt, probably should have started with a more gentle class but I managed to do most of it.  Twisting was a new thrill.  We'll see how we do this weekend.  I can also tell you working out in Spankx is NO fun. 

I'm down to killing another 45 minutes and we can call this week done.  Still haven't figure out all this Ladies Group stock paperwork...