I played nice…it WAS hard though
In our meeting this morning I played nice and did not “go off” on that new manager. ONLY at the request of my co-worker. MAN was that hard to do. Talk about bitting ones tongue, its sore now!
Compounding Stress
My stress levels are raising by the day. Just when I thought things were chillin out and I was beginning to handle things well, the stress hits me in the face like a ton of bricks, no not just the face. I feel it all over my body. I’m so tired lately and I can’t handle anything. I love my son to death but last night he sure got on my last nerve. This morning the workers repaving the road I take every day had us sitting for close to 15 mins. I’m still wondering what the hell they were doing. So this put me behind and then the traffic on the interstate was pure hell! Must have been nice for those three motorcycle cops just to flipped their lights on, drive on the shoulder, and pass oh 30 or so cars. Could I pull you over for improper lane change? I don’t look forward to my job anymore, only because of that new manager. The bills are piling and we barely have enough money. I’m still wondering what the hell happened and how we got so far in debt. I need to have a credit card burning and roast some marshmallows. We can’t finish putting the hardwood down in the house until we figure out where the hell the mold is coming from. So needless to say I’m walking on concrete with linoleum paper backing and clue on the concrete. Little pieces of paper are traveling all over my house. My rescue kitten is puking everywhere. His food is not working for him and I don’t have the money to buy the good stuff. Oh and back to my job, I feel like quiting everyday! Only to know I can’t because of the money. I really don’t fear getting fired right now either. I don’t like the weight I am at and I have NO motivation to do anything about it. My boobs are too big, so is my butt and my belly, well I’m not even going there! Oh great, now there is a hair in my milk! What’s next. Oh wait a meeting in a hour with the new manager in which I will tell him off and how the changes his made SUCK! Man if I drank, I would be asking for a good stiff one now. So to sum it up my house is a wreck, I hate my job only because of ONE freakin person, my marriage is crazy, I don’t feel like I parent good enough or right, I hate the way I look, traffic sucks and I drive too far every day for work, and I have no money to help me do anything about any of this! I guess it could be worse. I should be thankful for what I do have, but it never works like that. But I am thankful.
Duked it out with that new manager
He caught me on a bad day, or I’m just over him being here. Yeah, I think it is the second one there. He came to me with an issue on some invoices. But we have already had the discussion on why pay these with a VP and SVP of our company, TWICE. So they were signed off on by the VP and our internal general counsel signed off on them. So why the hell are you questioning why we are paying them again?? You were told what was going on. You were told the situation. What don’t you understand? He does have a degree right? He is a CPA right? So why the hell is he running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He has been here three months now, and oh how long they have been! I so wished he had been on an interview Friday, wishful thinking on my part!! He has no clue! My partner in crime, my co-worker, we believe he doesn’t know what he is doing. So when I went off on this manager today, I apologized to my co-worker for having to put her through that. She said “that’s ok, it was entertaining!” HA! Then another co-worker that heard offered to take me to lunch, she said she never heard me raise my voice like that before. HA! HA! So we have a meeting in 15 mins. Watch out dude, cause I am on a roll and you have made my life miserable since being here and I am NOT happy with changes you have made (they don’t make any since either). I’m ready for round TWO!
My sons color obsession
My son, in my opinion, is very intelligent for being less then 3. Well I guess every mom says that about their child. Anyways. He has this thing about what color clothing he is wearing and the color of the chair he HAS to sit down in for breakfast at day care. This morning he had on a blue shirt, so yes he had to sit in a blue chair. Now mind you this blue chair was at another table and he will be sitting by himself. If he had picked red or yellow he could have sat with someone else at the other table. There have been some mornings where unbeknownst to me I must I confused the hell out of him by dressing him in more then one color, “which chair is it today, I’m wearing red and blue??” Yeah, and then there is the days where he is not wearing a color of one of the chair. What now? He doesn’t want to sit down. What? Son come on you have to eat breakfast, mommy will pick the chair for you. Nope not good enough. He gets pissed off at me! “Monny” (cause that is what he calls me) “Monny, how come you couldn’t dress me in a color of one of these chairs, you have at least three colors to choose from??” That must be what he is thinking, because I am just baffled! Please tell me he is NOT going to have OCD when he gets older!
Ramblings of a Not so mad women.
My marriage is in turmoil. I love my son to death but he can irritate me to NO end. I still do not like that manager at work. He is just weird. I can’t explain it. Why did they hire him? My business unit is not doing so well and I may not be working here by the beginning of next year. I’m only concerned I will not find a job where I make the same amount of money. I need to have that salary. Our bills are too much and I could not pay everything if I make any less. I am so tired of dealing with my step daughters mom. Her selfish and naive self pisses me off with how she effects my step daughter. Yeah I think she would be better off living with her daddy and I, but whom am I to say. Her daddy doesn’t do anything about it, in my opinion. I have to put that in there or he will be pissed. He still may be, but I am speaking my peace today. I’m happy for my two best friends that I have in my life. You know who you are! Thank you both for being there. I am blessed to have found “you” and found “you” again. Yeah, my blog is called calling HIM out, not my girls. They know who they are!!! Anyways…I’m sitting at work and don’t want to do crap. Is that bad? Is it bad that I have felt like this ALL week? I’m sure Friday will be NO different. I’m looking forward to Saturday, my step daughter and I are getting in some good bonding time while going and taking care of some horses and learning how to ride dressage. I’m not looking forward to Saturday in that I will be away from my son for most of the day. Yeah, he is still clued to my hip and I love it. I’m clued to his too for that matter. Alan Doran Riegler is the bastard who molested me. There I said it! Whew I feel like something just lifted from me. Wow I just slipped that in there didn’t I. It just popped in my head. I’ve been wanting to CALL HIM OUT for some time now and I DID IT!!! I am not afraid! I am a strong women, so hear me roar!!! Alan you are a bastard! You are the asshole that ruined parts of me and my life for SO long! How the hell dare you do that to anyone!! Wow if this wasn’t a very emotional post I don’t know what is. Anyways, it would be a good idea for me to get back to work. Oh yeah, and I have had this eye twitching thing off and on for several days now. It is annoying the crap out of me. There it goes again. Does that mean I am coming in to some money soon?? Tata for now!! Until next time – read on!
The Compromise…with my son that is.
Why is it that my son doesn’t want to go pee pee in the potty?? I KNOW he has to go. I try to get him to go before we leave the house, day care, or what have you. So here’s the conversation we had today as I picked him up from day care:
“Do you have to go pee pee?”
“No”
“Do you have to go potty?”
“No, I want my back pack.”
“You don’t need your back pack, we leave it here, it’s ok if it stays here.”
“I want my back pack.” the whining begins
“Do you have to go pee pee?”
”No”
“If you go pee pee, you can take your pack back home. If not we leave without it.”
“I go pee pee.”
And he had to go. Man can someone please tell me why it is go hard for him to just go? I know he has to go, but gees he just refuses or whines and pitches a fit. Then he always ends up going. The mornings are worse, this morning the tears fell and he went, REALLY went. Last week I asked several times before leaving for the day care, then again after arriving. Once I got busy filling something out does he say he has to go pee pee, by the time I got to the bathroom the scene is…pants around the ankles….underwear partially down…and the pee just a pooring…and not over the toilet! UGH! Man what a MESS that was!!
Now if we could just get him to do #2 in the potty and not the underwear I would be a happy camper. Oh, and this kid will hold it ALL DAY and not do anything at day care to just go with in 30 minutes of arriving at home. Yup that is my son!
Oh yeah, and where it the back pack you ask?? It’s in the truck, never comes in the house. Go figure…
