A Hot and Swampy Wednesday
Someone dropped a poo-bomb on my job.
A colleague resigned, and is taking her five years of detailed experience in areas that no one else touched with her. Now, a large chunk of this is devolving on me. I just had a long meeting with her and my boss over this, and to say I came out of it discouraged is to put it mildly. There will be no lead time to get up to speed - just hit the ground running without her years of experience.
I wonder what the business end of a shotgun tastes like?
This was an early workday for me, and it feels like I have been here for weeks at this point. I am draaaaaging. This is further depressing my mood. Yes, shockingly, I am feeling a bit grumpy today. Normally my job is not a source of major grumpy, but we may have just turned a corner on that issue. Here's to hoping that is not the case.
In happier news, it is really great when someone falls in love with your ass, as an abstract thing. It's better when they love all of you, but absent that having them adore a body part is great. In the last few weeks my butt has garnered more compliments than you can believe, including one where someone essentially declared his undying love for it. This is weird, but it does make me feel good.
Those hours and days of squats and lunges and what have you? Apparently, they have paid off. Two years ago I was accused by the hubby of having an ass that was starting to sag. I have not yet let him forget he ever said that to me. So, every compliment I get is its own revenge, even aside from its "Awww, shucks!" fun side.
Do not insult my butt. I will likely never forgive you.
This weekend is Mom's 85th Birthday. I have to head up to MA for that, though apparently I will be the only child coming. Still, at least on of us will be there.
I'm a bit limp right now, as I need more sleep. The old girl is sleeping with me now, though she has a great deal of restlessness and keeps me up a good part of the night. She is too frail to get off the bed on her own, so I have to stay aware to help her down should she need to go. But she is too unhappy if she doesn't get to spend at least part of the night sleeping with me, snuggled up, that I can't say no. And she only stays a few hours.
So, I'm tired, but it is a short week. For that, I am deeply grateful!
A colleague resigned, and is taking her five years of detailed experience in areas that no one else touched with her. Now, a large chunk of this is devolving on me. I just had a long meeting with her and my boss over this, and to say I came out of it discouraged is to put it mildly. There will be no lead time to get up to speed - just hit the ground running without her years of experience.
I wonder what the business end of a shotgun tastes like?
This was an early workday for me, and it feels like I have been here for weeks at this point. I am draaaaaging. This is further depressing my mood. Yes, shockingly, I am feeling a bit grumpy today. Normally my job is not a source of major grumpy, but we may have just turned a corner on that issue. Here's to hoping that is not the case.
In happier news, it is really great when someone falls in love with your ass, as an abstract thing. It's better when they love all of you, but absent that having them adore a body part is great. In the last few weeks my butt has garnered more compliments than you can believe, including one where someone essentially declared his undying love for it. This is weird, but it does make me feel good.
Those hours and days of squats and lunges and what have you? Apparently, they have paid off. Two years ago I was accused by the hubby of having an ass that was starting to sag. I have not yet let him forget he ever said that to me. So, every compliment I get is its own revenge, even aside from its "Awww, shucks!" fun side.
Do not insult my butt. I will likely never forgive you.
This weekend is Mom's 85th Birthday. I have to head up to MA for that, though apparently I will be the only child coming. Still, at least on of us will be there.
I'm a bit limp right now, as I need more sleep. The old girl is sleeping with me now, though she has a great deal of restlessness and keeps me up a good part of the night. She is too frail to get off the bed on her own, so I have to stay aware to help her down should she need to go. But she is too unhappy if she doesn't get to spend at least part of the night sleeping with me, snuggled up, that I can't say no. And she only stays a few hours.
So, I'm tired, but it is a short week. For that, I am deeply grateful!