Life and life lessons.
So a few months ago, our refridgerator gave out, and my husband ran right out and got a new one. Later that day, we got offers from a cousin who married in to the family apparently had a business and could get us a good deal on a better fridge. Even better, once the old one was moved, it started getting cold again (we had it plugged in an attempt to save some of the food). So now we have the new fridge, a new bill, a fridg for liquids, and a higher electric bill. :/ Life lesson: learn patients, get rewards.
A couple of months ago, do to some problems I was having, my gyno ordered a series of tests. I've learned many things from these tests.
1. Sugar is not my friend. I've been diagnosed as a non-insulin dependant diabetic. Gives a whole new meaning to my main screenname, Sugarfire. ^_^ Anyway, cut back hard on the sugar and lost 10 to 15 pounds in two months, depending on which scale I use. We're working on losing even more before December. More on that later.
2. Never read the pamphlet on something until you talk to your doctor. Durring my ultrasound, the tech said it looked like I have fibroid tumors, and handed me a pamphlet on it. Now, it reassured me they are benign, but treatments listed in it included surgury and the removal of the uterus. And these were they ones they stressed. Talked to my doctor, and even if I weren't planning on it already, all I'll need to do is go off the pill, as it makes the tumors grow.
3. Shock factor gets things done. When I mentioned at the meeting Wednesday that we were looking to start trying to concieve in December, she promtly ordered another test to make sure there were no fibroids in my uterus, which will stop the pregnacy, and put me on prenatal vitamins. That was a shock, as we've always said we'd have kids, but with Marcia living her, and even after we started making concrete plans, it was always kinda abstract. Now, it's not. It's approaching fast, and I'm going to finally lose the weight and the house is finally going to get fixed up. It's really rather exciting.
I should be in a good place right now, and I would be, if not for work.
Remember Bossbot and Bosslady from my last post? Well, the wedding happened, and thier friendship ended. He's still hung up on her, though, and they still have to work together, but it's tense. And I am, well, was, friends with both. No more.
It was reveiled to me that I've been a pawn in the office politics for the last year, and I had no clue. Apparently, the way Bosslady and I communicated made some eyebrows raise, saying I was trying to take her job, and undermining her authority. Even Bossbot was saying she needed to put me in my place, more, I hope, to shore up her position than anything else, but yeah. I haven't made to many friends up there apparently, and niether has Bosslady. Plus, she's a doormat when it comes to standing up to herself, so the issue has been undermining her badly.
Remember, both of them have seen problems for the last year. And I now know where I've made mistakes, and can correct it. But they didn't tell me when it started. Why? Because they're my friends and neither wanted to do it because they didn't want to upset me. -__- Apparently, it didn't occur to them that the big mistakes wouldn't have happened if I had known that I was making the small foundational mistakes. Or that slamming me with all of the concerns they had would be very upsetting.
It took some soul searching and some advice from my parents and a much more experienced co-worker, but I've learned a most painful life lesson: Never get friendly with the upper management. Because of the problems they're having, Bosslady no longer trusts me because Bossbot and I are friends. And problems developed because they couldn't reconsile thier job with thier personal feelings toward me.
I didn't go to work to make friends. And I need them to be my bosses before my friends. And if they can't reconcile the two roles, then they can no longer be my friends. Bosslady is drama, and I can do without that in my life again. It'll be easier to get over her than Bossbot. Bossbot is somebody I can talk about various interests, and has his head on right besides. Although I know we can't be friends while I work under him, I'm also not sure I wouldn't want him to be a friend over a boss. And I'm not sure the friendship would last if I left. It may be my only choice, however. I like the job, and I like the people, but don't want to be a pawn in office politics, and I know enough to know I'm working on a sinking ship. Leaving will have to wait until after I have the baby, though. Most places won't hire someone with maternity leave in the immeadiant future.
A couple of months ago, do to some problems I was having, my gyno ordered a series of tests. I've learned many things from these tests.
1. Sugar is not my friend. I've been diagnosed as a non-insulin dependant diabetic. Gives a whole new meaning to my main screenname, Sugarfire. ^_^ Anyway, cut back hard on the sugar and lost 10 to 15 pounds in two months, depending on which scale I use. We're working on losing even more before December. More on that later.
2. Never read the pamphlet on something until you talk to your doctor. Durring my ultrasound, the tech said it looked like I have fibroid tumors, and handed me a pamphlet on it. Now, it reassured me they are benign, but treatments listed in it included surgury and the removal of the uterus. And these were they ones they stressed. Talked to my doctor, and even if I weren't planning on it already, all I'll need to do is go off the pill, as it makes the tumors grow.
3. Shock factor gets things done. When I mentioned at the meeting Wednesday that we were looking to start trying to concieve in December, she promtly ordered another test to make sure there were no fibroids in my uterus, which will stop the pregnacy, and put me on prenatal vitamins. That was a shock, as we've always said we'd have kids, but with Marcia living her, and even after we started making concrete plans, it was always kinda abstract. Now, it's not. It's approaching fast, and I'm going to finally lose the weight and the house is finally going to get fixed up. It's really rather exciting.
I should be in a good place right now, and I would be, if not for work.
Remember Bossbot and Bosslady from my last post? Well, the wedding happened, and thier friendship ended. He's still hung up on her, though, and they still have to work together, but it's tense. And I am, well, was, friends with both. No more.
It was reveiled to me that I've been a pawn in the office politics for the last year, and I had no clue. Apparently, the way Bosslady and I communicated made some eyebrows raise, saying I was trying to take her job, and undermining her authority. Even Bossbot was saying she needed to put me in my place, more, I hope, to shore up her position than anything else, but yeah. I haven't made to many friends up there apparently, and niether has Bosslady. Plus, she's a doormat when it comes to standing up to herself, so the issue has been undermining her badly.
Remember, both of them have seen problems for the last year. And I now know where I've made mistakes, and can correct it. But they didn't tell me when it started. Why? Because they're my friends and neither wanted to do it because they didn't want to upset me. -__- Apparently, it didn't occur to them that the big mistakes wouldn't have happened if I had known that I was making the small foundational mistakes. Or that slamming me with all of the concerns they had would be very upsetting.
It took some soul searching and some advice from my parents and a much more experienced co-worker, but I've learned a most painful life lesson: Never get friendly with the upper management. Because of the problems they're having, Bosslady no longer trusts me because Bossbot and I are friends. And problems developed because they couldn't reconsile thier job with thier personal feelings toward me.
I didn't go to work to make friends. And I need them to be my bosses before my friends. And if they can't reconcile the two roles, then they can no longer be my friends. Bosslady is drama, and I can do without that in my life again. It'll be easier to get over her than Bossbot. Bossbot is somebody I can talk about various interests, and has his head on right besides. Although I know we can't be friends while I work under him, I'm also not sure I wouldn't want him to be a friend over a boss. And I'm not sure the friendship would last if I left. It may be my only choice, however. I like the job, and I like the people, but don't want to be a pawn in office politics, and I know enough to know I'm working on a sinking ship. Leaving will have to wait until after I have the baby, though. Most places won't hire someone with maternity leave in the immeadiant future.