An update
Sorry about being MIA yesterday, but it was a typical Tuesday and that meant the world was trying to collapse upon itself and take me with it. This is to celebrate the fact that I, again, triumphed over the evil Tuesday.
I survived my workers comp audit with only one mistake and it was a small one. I thought you could split the clerical classification and you can’t. It’s the only one you can’t… sigh. My yearly audit also came in yesterday and it’s finally over, bound copies of the report for the board and everything.
Jim is still attempt to shovel all of Pat’s work and now much of his onto me and it’s not working. He’s not very happy about it. He announced on Monday he was too sick to work, except for rehearsals, so I would have to take care of everything… he would be working from home. The last time his sister took an extended trip, he also got sick and had to work from home… and the time before that. Hmm, those illnesses are very predictable. Yesterday, I had a nine hour day (the day before it was 11 hours) and he was pissed because I asked him to go to the post office for me. My feelings are that if he doesn’t like it, he can fire me.
My brother-in-law went under the knife and had a large tumor removed from his neck. Pathology won’t be back until Friday, but he reported that the doctors didn’t think it looked as bad as they’d fear, but that the lymph nodes didn’t look good. I’m thinking he was pretty out of it and to take this with a grain of salt. My sister is worried, of course, and kept repeating that this wasn’t how she’d envisioned them spending their golden years. She wanted to travel and see the world. I don’t think that’s going to happen now, but I never really did for they are truly homebodies.
We also had a dinner party and I didn’t fall asleep, as was my fear, and the meal was fabulous. The Wentworths were overly generous with their gifts, bringing Chris home a new mask for his collection and me a new tee shirt, soap, and a blown glass stopper. The meal was fabulous and Barb was in an insane mood. I’ve never quite seen anyone else be able to focus nearly every moment on herself the way she does. I feel that she thinks she is in competition, although why and to what end is a mystery.
And now you know my world. Hopefully, I will be in a better position to be more a part of it today and less a part of SCT’s.