You picked a fine time to leave me loose wheel...

I got a flat tire Saturday at the manfriends. Luckily, I thought, I am with a man who can help me. It turns out, nothing can help me.

We spent a couple hours trying to get the wheel off. Manfriend is strong too. The landlord tried to help. A neighbor tried to help. They used some stuff that eats thru rust.

We called a mechanic that said we need an impact drill. Called the towing company they said they could get it off. They had a drill with 70 psi (whatever that means) and that wouldn't budge it. Finally, manfriend had fix a flat. Used that and drove to get another can.

I have a nail in my tire.

The neighbors brother has an air drill or whatever those shop things are, that does 100 psi (whatever that means) and that wouldn't budge it.

The world could implode, and there would sit my Dodge Stratus, with the left rear wheel still attached. Maybe it can cure world hunger or something spectacular like that. My Dad would be proud. "American" made.

You know, Friday my wages were garnished. I have no money. I can't pay to have my freaking tire removed. It's just about the stupidest thing I've had to deal with.

No, I can't get a flat, I have to have a bionic wheel, and no way to cash in on its sheer strength!

Oh, guess what else? I'm going to the gyno today. That tops off the wonderful weekend. At least I'm finally going to use my insurance, and go to a real gyno, with soft chairs, and mood lighting, and cloth gowns, and two stirrups (at planned parenthood inevitably one is always broken) and peaceful music vs. 16 kids screaming in the waiting room while their mom (they all belong to one teenager) is getting her 17th pregnancy test.

Upon relating my weekend to my boss. She told me to take a mental health day tomorrow. Not vacation, personal time, that I don't have to account for, even though, I still have 72 vacation hours to use this year.

Maybe I've mentioned that I have the best boss ever?

Wake Me Up When Its over...

So, the city garnished my wages.

Craptacular.

Today requires a big hug from the manfriend.

And maybe some vodka.

Maybe a glass of wine, then a hug, then some vodka.

I love spinning my wheels...

So works been super hectic. I had a big meeting where a bunch of people come in for training for the week and we have to perpare for that. One of my girls was out the week prior, one was out the week of. This happened because they moved the meeting after vacations were scheduled.

I'm still playing catch up with my normal month end stuff for July. This weekend is month end for August. I have reviews to do, and an annoying coworker to deal with. Training, and preparing for another super huge meeting in two weeks. In other words. I'm freaking swamped.

One thing thats part of getting ready for the next big meeting, was preparing year to date awards for the stores that we do each year. Its a super huge job, that yeilds about 10,000 awards, and I have to meticulously pick each person that gets the award to make sure the right person is awarded.

Then I have someone else meticulously check my work. Then it's approved. Then awards are made. Um, this takes about 4 days of non-stop number crunching.

Today, I was informed we were not doing awards this year.

No one told the people who PREPARE the awards, cus, communication isn't part of our MISSION STATEMENT or anything. That's PLASTERED all over this building. That's REQUIRED to be posted in your cubicle. That we HAVE to take a FOUR HOUR class to dissect the MISSION STATEMENT.

I'm a little pissed off.

That's complete shit.

Sparks cause fire....

Well, I pride myself on the fact that I don't explode very easily when I'm pissed off. It's an art form, because as we may have gone over once or twice, I had a few good years of crazy.

Now I'm laid back. I have a long fuse...But everyone reaches the end if you let the flame go long enough.

Yesterday I'm at work, tracking annoying coworker's breaks as she has had a habit latley of disappearing for 20 min at a time to smoke. My boss has seen her outside working and smoking. I smoke, and I don't take breaks at work. You don't need one every hour. And you especially don't need to make me look bad to my boss.

Quick background, its a rule in my dept, you tell someone when you leave your desk. We have to answer 17 lines, so you are not to leave 1 girl alone on the phones, and you have to give each other the courtesy to tell someone when you leave, so we know when you'll be back.

So CW leaves at 3:25, I see her leave her desk, and I write the time in my planner. 3:45 rolls around and I ask the girls..."do you know where CW went?"

No

4:00 by this time I'm pissed. Who leaves for 35 minutes on the job? It's a complete lack of respect for me, and the department.

I look outside for her. I look in her VP offices for her. I'm getting more pissed by the minute. I hope maybe shes applied for another job, but its company policy you have to have your supervisor sign off on your application.

4:55, she comes thru the dept "I'm gonna go outside before you all go home at 5:00"

Ok, so you have been gone for an hour and a half, and now you are going to smoke? I let her dig her own grave, and I waited. I'm at my desk, shut down, at 5:05, everyones gone, and I pull her into an office.

Me: Where have you been for an hour and a half?

CW: In a VP's office

Me: You didn't tell anyone where you were, I had no idea if something happened to you, and these girls were stuck out there answering your phones and couldn't leave, that's not teamwork, remember we talked about how you are part of a team now?

CW: I didn't plan to be in there this long

Me: You didn't tell anyone where you were

CW: For the record this happens to me all the time (meaning the girls leave her alone)

Me: CW, no one has EVER left you alone for an hour and a half

CW: Well it happens

Me: That's not the point, if you have a meeting you let me know

CW: It wasn't planned

Me: You should have the common courtesy to call if 10 minutes passes and you are away from your desk. VP has a phone in his office, there's no excuse for that.

CW: I'm sorry

Me: Another thing, you are not a personal assistant, your VP may be use to a level of service that you are unable to provide for him now, why were you in there so long, does he have you working on a project (that i wasnt informed of)

CW: bla blah, project information, this is what we did blah bla

Me: That's fine, you should also let me know when you are working on extra projects, because its my job to maintain the jobflow in the department. I'm your supervisor, you might not like telling me where you are, but its a departmental rule and you know that.

CW: They knew where I was

Me: But I didn't know.

In the end, she was crying. I told her she had to tell me when she left her desk, since she wants to play he said/she said. I wasn't mean, I was just direct. I have another meeting with her today, where I'm sure this will all come up again. As I also have to tell her to stop giving unsolicited advice to her coworkers. And the fact that she has no respect for me as her supervisor. Is that obvious? She just went to smoke, and didn't tell me she was going anywhere.

Im Gonna be a Millionaire...

So, I'm going to win the mega millions tonight. When I got my winning ticket at the gas station last night the machine announced "winner, winner" and that's the truth. Something was "wrong" with it, and the lady told me that, and handed me my ticket.

Im thinking yea, whats wrong is it told me I was going to win so I could dream all about it last night!



First, I'm getting a lawyer.



Second, I'm scheduling my vacation, that I'm already owed, so obviously that's why I didn't take it, I was waiting to become a millionaire.



Third, I'm getting my passport, so I can go to Australia, and visit the great barrier reef, and Kangaroo island!



Fourth I'll come back and pay all my bills



Fifth, I'll move in 2.2 seconds, once the city gets wind of my income, they'll surely double tax me and put me back into the same predicament!



Sixth I'll buy a house in Charleston, SC, and that's where I'll summer. But I'll stay in Ohio. It's the heart of it all.



Seventh, I'll get a boob job, cus my boobs need to get to work.



Eighth I'll build a farm, and commence buying every animal I ever wanted.



Ninth, I'll hire a bunch of people to be on poop patrol. Cus, that's the crappy part of having pets. Crappy. Ha.



Tenth I'll not give any money away. Because I'm honest.


Eleventh, maybe I'll stop eating everything in sight. Stress eating has really taken a toll on me!
I am packing on pounds I feel it!!!

People on Vacation Piss me off...

I'm suppose to be on vacation this week. I've had it reserved since who knows when.

Sadly, I had to decline taking vacation.

On accounta I have to pay 1/3 of my salary each check to taxes.

And I want to blow up the city. Did I just write that?

I havn't been on vacation for over a year now. A year with no vacation can make any person nuts.


I think I can carry vacation over under our new policy at work, until like april or something. I think by April I'll win the lottery. I'm angry at life now. I can't seem to get ahead. Staying where I am is costing me more money in taxes. Working a second job will put me back in the same spot where I owe too much (cus im rich silly) and have to pay a buttload. Yet staying put is only prolonging the fact that I can't save money to move.

I'm stuck.

I've been squeaking by on $10 a week for groceries, which suprisingly you can buy a lot for 10 bucks at Aldi! I didn't get my hair cut, just colored. To me that IS scrimping. I bought $6 vs. $16 shampoo (which pained me....) and when I'm out of hairspray I dunno what I'll do because that costs $19 and is not in my budget.

And when I'm out of beauty products, I might sell a kidney because I'll be off my anti wrinkle regimine. Anyone in the market for a nice kidney? I drink well over 64oz of water a day....anyone?

Watching little house on the prairie use to help. I mean they would be happy with a pencil. But I think about the years I worked two jobs so I could not struggle, and then here I am struggling again. BECAUSE I worked two jobs.

Want....

Ok so before last weekend, all I knew about greyhounds was they were racing dogs, and people rescue them from being murdered after they hit their "prime" racing age. And, the Simpson's had one.

Last weekend, manfriend and me went to petsmart where there was a greyhound rescue and they were the sweetest dogs. They didn't jump, they didn't yap, they weren't excitable, they were slow and steady, and sweet.

They have beautiful deer-like eyes too. I've been somewhat obsessed with learning more about them ever since that day. I'm haunted by them. I really. Really want one. I never thought I'd want a big dog either.

Of course my current situation does not allow for me to have a large dog. I'm paying basically a second car payment (actually more than my car payment) to taxes each month. So the best thing to do when you really want something is to get it.

I think I need to buy a house. For realz. Stop wishing for something and get it. There are a lot of not so happy sacrifices that come along that path, but the end result, will be my own house. That I can paint. Garden. Rip up the carpets. Replace the cabinets. Fence the yard. Build a pond. Have a greyhound. You know, the essentials.

Once I get my mind on something....I generally attain it.

If I see it I will have it.

Child Free...

I have for a long time favored being child free, for being strapped down by kids. Giving up my life to take care of ungrateful children.

Last night at my Moms she encouraged me to get pregnant. To me, having kids is like some club that its members will do anything to have more people join.

People, especially those who have kids, find it very difficult to believe I don't want them. As if encouraging me to do it will change my mind.



I don't have that need that most women have. I also don't think they will enhance or better my life in any way because I'm a realist. I know that they will make things harder. And that if I want to have kids to keep a man, make someone marry me, or make me feel complete, those are all bad reasons.



I don't need to keep a man if he wants to leave let him. I made someone marry me back in 1996 and well, that lasted a whopping two years. And, I am a complete person on my own. I love me, and enjoy my company. I don't have a problem being by myself and an interruption to my me time, would only piss me off and make me resent a child.



I saw this at planned parenthood last weekend (where I spent my Saturday morning.....needless to say I finally made an appointment at the real gyno so I can stop having to pick up my pills there each month) A book called No Kids By Corrine Maier.

I just think everyone's life decisions deserve respect. I understand wanting kids. It's just not for me. And I don't think I should be made out to be abnormal because I'd rather have my freedom.



Plus, I'm already the mother of 4 cats and a smelly dog. (and one fish...RIP Kate.....)

The older I get the more this bothers me......