work

Never underestimate

the stupidity of people.  Anywhere.  Anytime.

I ordered office supplies from Office Depot on Friday with free delivery on Monday.  Usually, I love, love, love Office Depot–buy $50 worth of stuff and it gets delivered free the next day.  Sweet deal, right?  I’ve been ordering like this from them for years and couldn’t be happier.

Until this week.  [queue dramatic music]

Delivery is scheduled for between 8:30 and 5 PM; I planned on giving them until 6 PM as it was being delivered to my residence and not a business.  I was expecting two (2) boxes and 6 PM came and went.  7 PM came and went.  Then about a quarter after 7 the doorbell rings and from the time it took to walk from the kitchen to the front door, the guy was already back on his truck and gone.  The Mr. even yelled at him to stop but he probably didn’t hear.

One box only.

That night, the tracking for the second box was updated for delivery the next day, 4/12.  Tick, tock.  All day.  Nothing.  So at 9 PM, I sent a message to their customer service and got my response today:

Fuckers.

I’m aggravated.  Having worked in customer service my whole life this abysmal attempt at solving my problem just makes me want to scream.  I ordered online so I wouldn’t have to deal with the headache of hauling the kids out to the store; my aggravation at this point is above and beyond the ass pain that it is to go shopping with the kids.

children, life, work

Rock //insert myself// Hard Place

I posted a note about this on Facebook but I wanted to expand on it here. Because this is my blog and my place to whine about things. Where to start, where to start? Essentially, Halloween weekend brought about a HUGE family decision: I’m quitting my job, taking the kids out of daycare and becoming a SAHM. It wasn’t so long ago that I didn’t even know what SAHM was (an acronym for stay at home mom). I was never the stay at home type. And then I had a baby. And worked full time. And commuted. For two hours a day. And tried to actually keep a house and be a mom and a wife and a good worker. And then I had another baby.

And then it all kind of fell apart.

This year has been rough. Two deaths, a hospital stay and now a life altering decision that changes not only my life but the lives of my family. Crazy stuff. I never thought of myself as the praying type, but I feel like I talk to God in my own way and I’m glad an answer has revealed itself.

The idea of not working was akin to winning the lottery. It just doesn’t happen to people like us. But my industry went South and is still there. I own my own business for tax purposes but I contract for one person and she has gone off the deep end. Imagine working for a three year old. The conversations would go something like this:

What do you want to do?
I want to eat lunch.
What do you want for lunch?
I don’t know.
Do you want a hamburger or a hot dog?
Hamburger.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
I’m going to go make your hamburger now.
Okay.
Is this how you want your hamburger?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Take it off the bun.
Okay. How about now?
I want ketchup.
Okay. How about now?
Take off the pickles.
Okay. How about now?
I want it.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Here is your hamburger.
Gross! I want a hot dog! Why didn’t you get me a hot dog?!?!?

Now imagine this is not a three year old, but a grown adult. Did your head fall off? Mine did.

The issues with school are actually nothing to joke about. I’m sad that we’re leaving because the decline in care made me seriously feel that my child was in danger. And this after I bought cupcakes for the Fall Festival:

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This pumpkin looks like a fat, cross-eyed Asian dude.

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This is more money than I should have spent on a fat, cross-eyed Asian dude.

Also, look at that last picture again. Do you see the sell by date on those cupcakes? WTF? Are they made of plastic?

Honestly, if work was decent, I’d find a new daycare. If daycare was decent, I’d find a new job. But both just going to shit all at once with no end in sight forced us to make a new solution. Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam

One more week to go. I’m sad at this turn of events. Scared of the unknown. Excited for a new adventure. Check back in 10 days to hear my laments of being home with the kids all day, hah!

life, work

Photo Hump!

In honor of Hump Day, we’ve secretly replaced the photo dump with a photo hump. Let’s see what happens…

Apparently nothing. Anyway:

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1. It’s important for my boss to have personalized, handwritten cards for her clients. That’s what she pays me for. It reminds me of the scene in Mommie Dearest (scariest movie ever!) where the little girl is kissing her mom’s head shots. Every body helps!

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2. Happy Cup is Happy!

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3. One day, I’ll become an adult and fuel up in a timely manner. For a few years now, I’ve been unbelievably slack on the gas. Strangely, I do this almost every time. I often have to put gas in my car from the gas tank in my garage that we use for the lawnmower. This is a SUPER FAIL.

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4. Library has books! Yayaayayay! At one point they were going to eliminate books from most of the libraries in my county and turn them into computer labs. You could still browse online and reserve books to pick up at your branch, but that sucks. I’m a real life browser. I do the online thing, too, but I like to hang out at the library, too.

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5. I didn’t even know he was running! It’s an actual person, not like, THE Jesus Christ. I wish I had some time and money because “Satan for Senate” signs would be the best use of those two things.

Until next time, America!

work

work, if you can call it that

I have been having work issues lately and therefore have been totally slackass. I did manage to take some time during some property searches to find these for you:

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MOLDING! CHANDELIERS! GOLD GOLD GOLD PAINT! We’re going for a subtle look.

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I took my hot tub time machine for a ride and look where I ended up!

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Let me just back up to get the right shot. A little more… A little mooooore….

It’s almost enough to make me want to keep working.

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Fun at Work

It’s Friday, as if I needed another reason to slack off. I’m a bit sad; my babysitter is going back to school today. I’m still going to use her Mom for babysitting, but she was great and tried really hard. *sigh* Oh well.

Work has been hectic, but there’s always time to poke some fun:

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Screamy fireplace is screamy!

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Say it with me: neutral. Nooo-trawwwwwl.

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Repeat. Nooo-trawwwwwwl.

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Mardi Gras all year round, or perhaps, a faded LA Lakers fan?

To be fair, this room was in the same house as Barbie’s death room:

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Arrrsome.

life, work

Happy Belated Birthday to me, Part 2

My boss’ birthday is two days after mine which is good and bad. She’s really great at the birthday thing and got me a gift certificate to Spa Sydell and some Ahava Dermud lotion that I love love love. I’m terrible because I’m poor and didn’t get her anything but I’ll make it up to her somehow.

She’s from Kentucky and went to University of Kentucky so she’s a Wildcats fan. Like, a RABID fan. Since she’s a part of the alumni, she got an e-card from the university:

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Yeah…I don’t think there’s much I need to say about that. Other than I think that clown is going to molest you.