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Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Testing?
The hell? I logged in to post a much needed rant, and all my posts are missing.
Must investigate........
Ok, now they're showing up. Whatever, if my blog looks wacky I'm sure it will correct itself.
Hubbs and I are embarking on the 21 day no complaining challenge. Not just for our marriage, but for our overall well being and happiness in the world. More on that here.
So before we start that, I need to get the following off my chest.
I work with a cretin. A loud mouthed, obnoxious cretin. Who had the nerve to tell me, after I spent 90 minutes fixing everyone's database which included adding a special field just for him, that-
"the problem with this company is people like you who don't give a shit"
My reply?
"We could spend an hour talking about what's wrong with this company and it has nothing to do with me not giving a shit. Now I'm going to finish my lunch, we can talk about this at 1pm"
Good lord I was mad. Like steam coming out of my ears, stomp around the office, Hubbs come kick his ass MAD.
I couldn't decide if I should go to my superior, or just tell Cretin he's not allowed to talk to me that way. So me, being a dumbass and trying to give a cretin a chance, decided to go to him.
"Cretin-you insulted me, and you are not allowed to talk to me that way anymore."
"Wha-wha-wha-what way? What are you talking about?"
And then of course it just turned in to another argument. So I went in to my bosses office, which is next to his bosses office, which is next to the owners, and repeated what he said to me. VERY loudly. (Of course, just my luck the other 2 offices were empty) I also said "Go home and terrorize your wife", knowing full well he doesn't have one. Hmmm, wonder why?
If I someday mysteriously disappear from the interwebs, it's because I stuck a fork in a cretin's eye.
Anyway, how strange that I found the following description of someone else's coworker on the internet today-which spells out EXACTLY what I think his problem is-
"Why don't you just take your fucking meds and stop picking on little menial shit that you really don't give a shit about in the first place. I think you just go through a list in your fucked up head and pick on something just because you don't want to pay attention to your horrible, pathetic, sad little life."
That's exactly what he does. Stuff that doesn't matter, stuff that has worked fine for everyone else for 3 years, he decides is stupid and needs to be changed. And if you don't think so too, then you don't give a shit. Jesus Christ, what a sad little man.
Done.
Tomorrow-rainbows and sunshine!!
Must investigate........
Ok, now they're showing up. Whatever, if my blog looks wacky I'm sure it will correct itself.
Hubbs and I are embarking on the 21 day no complaining challenge. Not just for our marriage, but for our overall well being and happiness in the world. More on that here.
So before we start that, I need to get the following off my chest.
I work with a cretin. A loud mouthed, obnoxious cretin. Who had the nerve to tell me, after I spent 90 minutes fixing everyone's database which included adding a special field just for him, that-
"the problem with this company is people like you who don't give a shit"
My reply?
"We could spend an hour talking about what's wrong with this company and it has nothing to do with me not giving a shit. Now I'm going to finish my lunch, we can talk about this at 1pm"
Good lord I was mad. Like steam coming out of my ears, stomp around the office, Hubbs come kick his ass MAD.
I couldn't decide if I should go to my superior, or just tell Cretin he's not allowed to talk to me that way. So me, being a dumbass and trying to give a cretin a chance, decided to go to him.
"Cretin-you insulted me, and you are not allowed to talk to me that way anymore."
"Wha-wha-wha-what way? What are you talking about?"
And then of course it just turned in to another argument. So I went in to my bosses office, which is next to his bosses office, which is next to the owners, and repeated what he said to me. VERY loudly. (Of course, just my luck the other 2 offices were empty) I also said "Go home and terrorize your wife", knowing full well he doesn't have one. Hmmm, wonder why?
If I someday mysteriously disappear from the interwebs, it's because I stuck a fork in a cretin's eye.
Anyway, how strange that I found the following description of someone else's coworker on the internet today-which spells out EXACTLY what I think his problem is-
"Why don't you just take your fucking meds and stop picking on little menial shit that you really don't give a shit about in the first place. I think you just go through a list in your fucked up head and pick on something just because you don't want to pay attention to your horrible, pathetic, sad little life."
That's exactly what he does. Stuff that doesn't matter, stuff that has worked fine for everyone else for 3 years, he decides is stupid and needs to be changed. And if you don't think so too, then you don't give a shit. Jesus Christ, what a sad little man.
Done.
Tomorrow-rainbows and sunshine!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Book Review
School Days by Robert Parker.
I'm pretty sure I gave an unfavorable review to the last Parker book I read-this one is actually from 2005-not quite sure how I missed it since I read them all.
It was a good read. The story of a school shooting, and Spenser getting to the bottom of "Why?"
It only took me a day to read, but I enjoyed it.
I'm pretty sure I gave an unfavorable review to the last Parker book I read-this one is actually from 2005-not quite sure how I missed it since I read them all.
It was a good read. The story of a school shooting, and Spenser getting to the bottom of "Why?"
It only took me a day to read, but I enjoyed it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Me, frightened.
I'm actually a bit better today, both mentally and physically. Did you know-apple cider vinegar really does help acid reflux? Weird, huh? I took a dose last night and a dose this morning, and I'm pretty sure I'm feeling a bit better. My stomach is definitely better.
I'm so wrapped up in my health concerns that every area of my life is suffering. My relationship with my husband, my job, my relationships with my kids. Friends. The cats. My blog.
I am prone to thinking the worst, and I am aware of that in myself. I'm also pretty good about knowing when something is wrong. I've had three surgeries because I didn't feel right and lo and behold, something was wrong. I guess what I'm trying to say is, as much as I want to believe that nothing is wrong, that my symptoms were just a fluke, I truly don't believe it.
Then it leads me to things like "Will I be able to continue working? Will I end up in a wheelchair? Will I gain back all the weight I lost?-So vain! Will I lose my house? Will I ever feel normal again?"
I know I need to focus on the now, and not let my imagination get the better of me. But it's hard, very hard.
I've mentioned before the women in my family don't have very long life spans. My sister and grandmother died in their 40's, my mother in her 60's. So I've always had this sense of "What's going to get me?"
When I left the doctor's office after she told me she wanted to test me for MS, I thought 2 things.
"Well, this is what's going to get me."
And-
"At least my husband will be able to keep his promise of letting me die first."
I'm so wrapped up in my health concerns that every area of my life is suffering. My relationship with my husband, my job, my relationships with my kids. Friends. The cats. My blog.
I am prone to thinking the worst, and I am aware of that in myself. I'm also pretty good about knowing when something is wrong. I've had three surgeries because I didn't feel right and lo and behold, something was wrong. I guess what I'm trying to say is, as much as I want to believe that nothing is wrong, that my symptoms were just a fluke, I truly don't believe it.
Then it leads me to things like "Will I be able to continue working? Will I end up in a wheelchair? Will I gain back all the weight I lost?-So vain! Will I lose my house? Will I ever feel normal again?"
I know I need to focus on the now, and not let my imagination get the better of me. But it's hard, very hard.
I've mentioned before the women in my family don't have very long life spans. My sister and grandmother died in their 40's, my mother in her 60's. So I've always had this sense of "What's going to get me?"
When I left the doctor's office after she told me she wanted to test me for MS, I thought 2 things.
"Well, this is what's going to get me."
And-
"At least my husband will be able to keep his promise of letting me die first."
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sick.....
I'm very sick AGAIN. Did you know acid reflux could make you throw up repeatedly? Me either, until yesterday. Miserable Lula.....
Anyway, had the MRI, it was very traumatic. I cried. I do not like being stuck in a tube with a cage over my head. But it's over with, and I go back to the doctor March 2nd. Of course I'm sure they saw something, but that's just the way I roll. I over analyze the technicians every move and comment and work myself into believing that something is there.
I'm sure I'm fine, and I just threw $1300.00 down the drain.
Anyway, had the MRI, it was very traumatic. I cried. I do not like being stuck in a tube with a cage over my head. But it's over with, and I go back to the doctor March 2nd. Of course I'm sure they saw something, but that's just the way I roll. I over analyze the technicians every move and comment and work myself into believing that something is there.
I'm sure I'm fine, and I just threw $1300.00 down the drain.
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