Whole Lotta Trouble

Oh yeah - I have a blog . . . .

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:41:00 +0000

Sorry - long time, no post.

Not much happening. Work is work. Home is wonderful. Kids are healthy. Hubby is as good looking as ever.

Hope everyone here in the States had a good Thanksgiving. We had a nice, quiet day to ourselves. That's the good thing about living far away from relatives. Aparently, it's a pain in the ass to drive on holidays. Who'd have guessed?? *whistles innocently*

Well, now we're sliding into Christmas, and I'm out there joining all the crazy holiday shoppers - looking for the best deal on all the crazy stuff the kids just NEED to have.

You know what I hate most about living in California? I mean - aside from the insane governor, and the taxes that just about leave you penniless, and the laws that make it illegal to do anything fun. What I hate most AFTER all that is that it doesn't get cold enough before Christmas. I mean - we have winter. Sort of. It usually starts sometime in January, and runs till about early March. We'll get some wind, and some rain, and sometimes a little hail. But no snow. Shoot, sometimes we barely get any rain. It's all blue sky and sunny outside right now, and I'm sorry - but that's just not Christmas-y. I have a bunch of cute Christmas-type outfits, but I can't wear them. It's not cold enough. I refuse to run around in a red and gold spangly sweater with sweat stains on it. Just won't happen. But I WANT to wear that stuff. And how stupid would I look with my bright green sweatshirt with a snowman wearing a santa hat in February????

Okay - now that I have THAT off my chest - how's everyone else doing??

The best part about being a Mom . . .

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 02:39:00 +0000

Munchkin wrote this to me on our computer:

YOU ARE PRETTY AND YOU ARE NICE AND YOU ARE FUNNY YOU ARE SMART YOU ARE A GOOD SWIMMER TOO!!!!!! YOU ARE COOL I LIKE YOUR LAUGH. TO MOM

What she lacks in grammar skills, she makes up in knowing exactly how to make me the happiest mommy on Earth.

Does this make me a bad person??

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:03:00 +0000

What does the following say about me as a person?

I found out last week that one of my coworkers lobbied long and hard to try to prevent me from getting my new position. I mean, she cannot stand me at all. She went around to the people in the unit saying, "I don't care who gets this position, as long as it's not her." Meaning ME. She would see me talking to the boss, and tell people I was kissing up, kissing his ass, whatever the words were - the meaning was there. I even heard she called me "white trash". (I put the term in quotes because I find it funny that someone would consider me white - most people assume I'm Mexican).

Anyway, this news took me a little by surprise. Not the hating - because let's face it - you always know when someone doesn't like you. And, if I can be honest, the feeling is pretty mutual. I'm not a fan of hers, and would in no way, shape, or form spend any time outside the office with her. But the vehemence that she had aparently directed toward me is a little startling.

And it just made me giggle like a school girl.

I cannot help but find this extremely funny. Even four days later, I think of it, and I get a HUGE smile on my face.

Is that wrong?

I love xkcd

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 22:45:00 +0000

Because I can

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 03:12:00 +0000

Okay - please bear in mind that I've had a few drinks.

First - LOVE my new job. LOVE LOVE LOVE the people I work with. They have personalities. And they speak to you. And include you in on things like lunch. And maybe going to go get a coffee. So nice.

The job itself, however, needs a little adjustment. I had no idea that I would need so many reports to do one job. It's insane. There HAS to be an easier way. And I will find it. Just give me a little time. (and maybe a few shots. just sayin . . . )

Seriously, though. It's nice working with someone who will actually give me work to do. I kind of like it when I ask something, and I hear - "Not sure - why don't YOU find out?" It's so cool.

On my previous job, I'd ask to do things, and I'd get, "Well, why don't you try to do this, send it to me, and I'll see if it's as good as I can do it." Granted, it wasn't those exact words, but the meaning was there. I was so bored. I wasn't trusted to do anyting worthwhile. I just sat there, and kept hearing how my boss would never hire an associate to do a project analyst's job. So - I sat there. For a YEAR. Doing practically nothing. I would try to find ways to increase my duties, to no avail. "I don't want you to do that. THIS is much more important." THIS being checking various databases and seeing if they'd changed from day to day. A slug with half a brain could do what I did. It was frustrating and demeaning.

Now - not a problem. My new boss is asking me to devise a completely new system of reporting. I have so many ideas, my brain is exploding. I have to admit that I'm a little nervous. I'm new to the Budget arena. Not exactly sure what all of the terms mean, and what is important and what isn't.

But I know one thing - I'm genuinely happy right now. I know that working for the State of California kind of sucks right now (more on the budget situation in another post), but I love learning new things. I love taking what I know, and applying it to new processes, and helping out other people.

I like being valued. It's a cool feeling.

Spry old farts

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 04:01:00 +0000

When hubby and I are . . . *ahem* . . . older, I want to be like this:

Granted, we'll probably have to learn how to dance first. Then, I suppose I'd have to stop leading. Hubby always complains when he has to be the bitch.

Editor's note: It's not my fault I lead. Dance Fever ruined my life. I was always bigger than all my friends, so I had to be the guy when we'd try to recreate the dances. I guess it stuck.

Damn it.

Laying Low for a Bit

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 15:52:00 +0000

Hey there.

Just got a new job, and I'm in the middle of training. Since I typically only get online when I'm at work, you probably won't be hearing from me all that often for the next few weeks.

Just want to thank Earl for the local beer review. I will definately give the suggestions a try and report back.

I'll pop by everyone's blog when I can to read up and leave smart ass comments. I guess I can't quit cold turkey. :-D

I'll leave you with possibly my favorite picture taken of me. My mom snapped it when I was completely oblivious to her (which is very difficult to do, believe me). I didn't even know she had it until it turned up on a disc my cousin made of a bunch of family photos. This was taken when Kidlet was about three, and it's (obviously) Easter. I was completely entralled with her, and had to take a camera everywhere. Easter was always my favorite, because I'd get to dress her up, and she looked so adorable. I think I have about a million Easter pictures of my girls.

See ya!

The bane of my existance

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 04:10:00 +0000

For the past two months, my sleep has been interrupted.

This bird

has been sitting outside our house and singing all fucking night long. Well, not exactly THAT bird. It's a fair approximation. It's some form of mockingbird. Click on the video below, and you'll be able to hear what I do every single damned night.

I swear, I am going to kill it. It's nice when you're awake, and you're hearing it from a distance. Unfortunately for my family, it's a loud fucking bird, and that light pole you see is about 15 feet from my daughters' windows. Even in the back of my house, I can hear this bird at full volume.

How does one eradicate a mockingbird? I'm really tired of the car alarm tweet (I really had no idea that it was copying a car alarm until a coworker mentioned it). If I don't get rid of it soon, I may just do something rash. And I can't afford something rash.

In preparation . . .

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 15:52:00 +0000

You know, the only reason I ever agree to have parties at my house is so I can get my family together for a week or two before and CLEAN EVERYTHING.

Munchkin is having her very first pool party on Saturday. Last week, I had the girls clean all their garb . . . *ahem* . . . stuff out of the front room. The front room is the first room as you open the door. Everyone is in the habit of just dropping whatever they're carrying on the loveseat there. Jackets, books, papers from school, art projects, toys, everything. We still had winter jackets laying out there. But - all clean now! Yay!

I finally got rid of our fish tank. We haven't had fish in, like, three years. Maybe longer. I don't remember. But, we had the 25 gallon fish tank still sitting in our entertainment center. Now - GONE! It's replaced by hubby's record player I gave him for Christmas a few years ago (which was sitting on a little try table off in the corner). Oh yeah - I know how to decorate, let me tell ya!

(Yes, that last sentence was dripping with sarcasm. I have NO decorating sense whatsoever.)

The kitchen - clean! I was down on my hands and knees SCRUBBING the floor. The cabinets are all scrubbed and polished. The refrigerator, which was covered in children's artwork and more magnets than space, is now cleaned to a nice gleaming white, and the artwork is in a nice pile on the dining room table (haven't gotten to THAT room yet). The stove and diswasher have been scrubbed, and look almost as good as new!

Only problem is . . . we're expecting approximately a dozen kids next weekend (along with parents). My clean house is going to get trashed in about 4 hours.

But for now . . . BLISS!!!

Men - just get used to it, okay?

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 15:16:00 +0000

It only gets worse from here! :-D

Happy Graduation!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 04:05:00 +0000

My Kidlet graduated from 8th grade tonight.

I'm so proud of her!!

Go ahead, tell me how beautiful she is. I can take it.

Perils of being a teenager's parent

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 16:30:00 +0000

Okay out there - I need some input.

Kidlet, my oldest, has had a boyfriend for about a year. We'll call him Robert.

He's a cute kid. Doesn't put any pressure on my beautiful girl. They hang out together with a bunch of kids. They like video games. They play role playing games. Yes, I realize I'm raising a geek, but that's okay with me.

Cut to this Sunday. Kidlet was helping her dad outside. She told him she wanted to call Robert and see if she could go over to his house. Hubby told her that if Robert wanted to spend time with her, he would have to call her, not the other way around. It struck me that Robert rarely calls, and only comes over when he's picking Kidlet up for a school event, or when there's at least two or three other kids with him, and they're all hanging over at our house.

Kidlet was (naturally) quite upset with this, and said that "boys don't do that these days." I told her that I agreed with her father, and that if Robert wanted to see her, he could call.

I realize that Robert is scared of Hubby. Any normal boy would be. I mean - Hubby can be very threatening. He is a large framed man who favors weapon themed decor. No teenaged geek in his right mind would willingly enter our house and step one millimeter out of line, for fear of being buried deep in some unknown area of desert, food for scorpions and snakes.

But, shouldn't he at least call if he wants to see his girlfriend? Or is Kidlet right? Do boys leave it up to the girls now?

Diets suck

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 27 May 2009 18:55:00 +0000

Well, since I lost my workout partner (thanks to her asshat ex husband), I decided to bite the bullet and actually *gasp!* go on a diet.

I hate diets. I can't stay on them. I have the willpower of a starving person at a buffet.

Oh, I start the day out okay. Bran cereal. Fruit and yogurt. Low fat fruit smoothies.

Lunch gets a little dicey. If I stick with what I bring for lunch, I'm okay. Usually some form of chicken, some veges, some fruit or carrot sticks. Typical boring stuff. However, there are many times I hear the siren call of Taco Bell or Burger King, and I find myself in the drive-thru, ordering nachos or a whopper jr with cheese and extra pickles.

Along about 2:00 PM is when everything goes to hell in a handbasket. I start looking for goodies. My boss leaves a bowl of mini chocolate candies on her desk. If anyone has had morning meetings, they'll leave the leftover donuts or bagles in the kitchen. Or, if I'm really in a bad way, there's always the vending machine from Hell downstairs. It's filled with all varieties of chips, cookies, and candy a muncher like myself needs to add extra poundage to the hip area.

By the time I get home, all bets are off. Kidlet made cookies? At least two will be downed before dinner. Bad day at work? Who needs broiled chicken and veges? I say lets cook up some bratwurst and macaroni and cheese to make those workday blues go away. And we cannot forget the drink or two (or four) if I'm feeling particularly pissy about certain coworkers. And what dinner would be complete without some kind of dessert after? Not my dinner, that's for sure! Let's dish up the pistachio ice cream - at least two scoops to make a proper dessert!

Now, I'm staring Summer in the face, dreading asking friends over for swim parties, because it means I have to show up in a swim suit. So, I'm attempting to do the Weight Watchers points thing. I'm not actually going to Weight Watchers. That entails spending actual time out of my day, and paying money to people to tell me how fat I am. Sorry - not going to happen. A wonderful coworker has all the information from when she was on the diet (and she followed it and looks FABULOUS!), and she has given it to me.

I know I am supposed to stay under 24 points. I know that when I want that Whopper Jr with cheese and extra pickles . . . 11 points. Nachos? 10 points per serving (I didn't ask how many servings are in an order - I didn't want to know). But, I can still eat them. I just have to not eat much else the rest of the day.

If I seem extra grumpy for the next few weeks, you'll know why. However, after that, I should start looking even more fabulous than I do now.

So hopefully this . . . .

will look a little more like this . . .

Back to "Normal"

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 18 May 2009 15:28:00 +0000

Well, Hubby started his new job today.

*sigh*

I have to admit, I really enjoyed him being home the past few months. He's been volunteering with Munchkin's school. Whenever anything needed to get done with the girls, he was there for them. The weekends have been much nicer - he got things done during the week, and we'd actually get to spend time together as a family. He'd stop by my office during the week, and we'd be able to have lunch together.

Wah.

All I need to do now is get a substantial raise, so I can tell him he can quit his new job and stay home and be a house husband.

Either that, or win the Lottery.

:-D

Have a good Monday, everyone!

Karma's a Bitch

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Tue, 12 May 2009 18:53:00 +0000

Hello, Beautiful People!

Hope everyone had a good Mother's Day weekend.

My birthday/Mother's Day was beautiful. The weather was gorgeous. My coworkers decorated my desk in a FESTIVE birthday salute (ie - no black 'Over the Hill' garbage), bought me yummy coffee and scones from my favorite coffee house, and topped it all off with ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins, and home-made carrot cake cupcakes. Yes, I LOVE these people.

My family was even more wonderful. Kidlet made a coconut cake for me, and hubby bought pineapple sherbet to go with it (I like sherbets even more than I like ice cream). Munchkin made the cutest picture for me to hang in our bedroom. I didn't have to lift a finger from Thursday through Sunday. On Mother's Day, Kidlet made me breakfast in bed, Munchkin gave me a plant and a homemade card, and Hubby and the girls bought me the most wonderfully scented candle. Hubby took care of everything I could possibly want all weekend. I am truly the luckiest girl on Earth.

The latter half of Sunday, our new neighbor lady from across the street came over to escape from her brood. We ended up going swimming and having a good time just relaxing. She left our house around 6:30, saying she'd better go home and make sure everyone was okay.

When I came home from work yesterday, she called me over to her place. Thinking she was going to give me some of the vegetables from her garden, I hopped on over. She was in the back yard crying. It seems her husband decided to tell her on Mother's Day that he wanted a divorce.

Say it with me, ladies: ASS HOLE

He broke this to her after she left our house Sunday evening. He couldn't wait for another day, because he's just that kind of guy.

So, now, she's packing up and taking herself and her girls back to Washington. This sucks. I finally get a neighbor who I really like, and can spend time with, and has a child Munchkin's age to play with, and her husband messes it up for me. I spent two hours consoling my youngest, as she's losing her close friend. They exchanged little gifts last night, and it broke my heart.

Now, I understand that not all marriages work out, and it's better to end a bad relationship than keep going for the kids' sake, or whatever. But seriously, dude, timing is everything. Mother's Day? Plus, their anniversary is Saturday. And - he could have waited four weeks so her oldest could finish up the school year. Thanks to him, she's going to have to repeat the 4th grade.

As the old saying goes - Karma is a bitch. And, unfortunately for him, she lives right across the street.

Woo Hoo! My 200th Post!

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 06 May 2009 20:10:00 +0000

Yay!

Go me!

Okay - now wtf should I write?

Oh! I should mention that this will be my VERY LAST post as a 'thirty-something'.

That's right - tomorrow is the big day. I cannot believe I made it. Actually, I take that back. I can believe I made it. I just can't believe I still look this good.

Ha!

In other news - I have sworn off alcohol for awhile. Hubby, the kids, and I had dinner with the new neighbors on Saturday. They made spaghetti, and I made meatballs, salad and garlic toast. And we had alcohol.

Lots and lots of alcohol.

Or, maybe I should rephrase that.

I had lots and lots of alcohol. Between the 4 of us, we polished off a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine. To the best of my knowledge, I had 6 or 7 vodka/whatever juice we were mixing at the times. I may have had more. I'm not really sure. I was the one mixing the drinks, and I make STRONG drinks.

I was still inebriated then next morning.

Now, I'm supremely lucky in that I don't get hangovers. Believe me - I thank TPTB for that. Because if they're anything like how I felt Sunday morning, it sucks to be an average human.

So, I shall be ringing in my 40th with cake and ice cream and lots of yummy food. I'll save any harder partying for some distant day in the future, thankyouverymuch.

See ya!

Because I'm too chicken to post about my work

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:34:00 +0000

I just don't want to get Dooced, cuz you never know how closely IT is watching us. And they already don't like me.

I found this at xkcd.com. I LOVE LOVE LOVE these comics. Some of them are a bit mushy, but sometimes the sarcasm hits just right, and I'm rolling. Go over and see them. If I had any ambition whatsoever, I'd put a linky thing up. Maybe later.

Toodles!

Seeing the Light - whether I want to or not

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 18:19:00 +0000

Okay, this may be a little TMI, but so be it.

When I get up in the middle of the night and have to . . .well . . . go, I never turn on the bathroom light. I just don't see the reason to have to turn on the light, wake myself up even more than necessary, just to let go of some excess liquid. After all, I know where everything in my bathroom is located. And, if I keep things nice and dark, I can go back to bed with a minimum of hastle, and get an extra hour or two of sleep.

This practice, sadly, has changed.

While getting ready for bed the other night, I happened to look in the bowl after I was finished. Hanging there by a little thread between the lid and the water was a teeny little spider.

Eeek!

Now, I'm not all girly. I don't (usually) freak at the sight of spiders. Wasps/bees/various other stinging creatures are a whole different story. But spiders I can pretty much handle.

Unless they come precariously close to my pink parts.

Then I'm a total girl.

I can't go in the dark anymore. I keep thinking there's going to be a big freaking spider down there, and I have to turn on the light and look.

If I seem a little more tired than usual, now you know why.

Have a good Monday everyone!

A Rose is a Rose . . . or not

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 19:33:00 +0000

I have a question for the gentlemen.

Hubby and I were (for some ungodly reason) watching E! yesterday, when that idiot Kardashian program came on. I wasn't paying attention, but aparently Hubby was. He said something about that "look" being hot on Kim K, because he knew she wasn't really all that smart. I looked up to see Ms. K in a pair of glasses, with her hair pulled back (aka - the Sexy Librarian).

I looked at my loving husband quizzically, and he informed me that particular look was made even hotter on Ms K because everyone knows she's not really that intelligent, so it's like role playing, or some such nonsense.

So, because she looks smart, but isn't, that's considered sexy?

And when someone who actually HAS brains does the Sexy Librarian look, it's not sexy?

Guys? Do I have this right?

And if that is right . . . WTF????

This is gonna be interesting

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 16:51:00 +0000

We have new neighbors.

That's nothing new. We're ALWAYS getting new neighbors. We live near a military base, so the influx and outgo of neighbors is quite high.

Our new neighbors seem great. Their oldest and my youngest struck up an instant friendship. That was wonderful, since Munchkin doesn't have many kids in the neighborhood her age who can play. And, as the overprotective Mom, I don't allow her to go the three blocks to the nearest classmate to play, unless I walk with her (which, lets face it, it almost never - as I am a lazy slob).

The mom has a wicked sense of humor, and we seem to get along really well. She called yesterday, and asked if I would like to accompany her a few times a week to the base gym to work out.

Me? Work out? In public? I think not.

Let's just say that I'm not entirely keen on the whole gym thing. I'm super self-conscious. When I work out, I do it at home. Alone. With NO ONE watching. Not even my husband.

"Sure! That sounds great!" I heard myself say.

WHAT?!!!

Well, it seems I've gotten lazy. I know it. My wardrobe is definately showing signs of the strain. I used to get up between 4:00 and 5:00 AM to do my workouts. Now, if I get up at 5:30, and fit in a half an hour of yoga, I'm doing good. And I'm not good that often.

So, I'm going to break one of my rules. I'm actually going to work out where people can see me. Maybe it will shame me into actually showing some signs of progress.

Wish me luck. If I die of embarassment, I'll have Hubby dear write my obituary.

Waiting for the Train

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:09:00 +0000

I can't get this post to align correctly. Oh, well. If you've scrolled down to find this, click on play. It put a big smile on my face.

Have a good week, everyone!

Sound of Music Train Station @ Yahoo! Video

Good for Groans

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:29:00 +0000

It's Friday - and I figure we all just need a laugh. Or groan, considering the material.

Have a good weekend, everyone!!!!

The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

She was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.

A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.

No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, "You stay here; I'll go on a-head."

I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: "Keep off the Grass."

A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, "No change yet."

A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

Don't join dangerous cults, practice safe sects!

The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium, at large.

The man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

A backward poet writes in-verse.

In democracy it's your vote that counts. In feudalism it's your count that votes.

When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

Don't you just hate it when this happens?

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:11:00 +0000

Hubby and I were bantering back and forth Monday evening, after I came home from work. He said something so funny, my first thought was - I HAVE TO BLOG THAT. However, I had just published the blog entry below, and thought, I'll just wait until tomorrow to put that up.'

Well, tomorrow came and went with me in meetings and running all over trying to get things done, and I (obviously) didn't get around to it.

Now, I'm sitting here, and I can't for the life of me remember what it was he said that was so flipping funny. I know it was snide and caustic, and aimed toward me (most of his humor usually is, but then again - I make such an easy target). It was brilliant. It would have made him an instant legend to the three whole people who actually read my blog.

But I can't remember it.

I HATE it when that happens.

Take THAT, Mr. Lard-A$$ Former Boss

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:05:00 +0000

The excerpt below was stolen from MSN Health

"10 Secrets of the Effortlessly Thin
They move, stand and fidget more. "Thin people are rarely sitting," says Fleming. Beyond their regular fitness routines, they simply move around more—and consequently burn more calories—throughout the day. And a study at the Mayo Clinic confirmed this: Researchers found that on average, a group of lean subjects sat for two hours a day less than the obese subjects, potentially burning up to 350 additional calories. "

When I was 19, I worked for a local construction-type firm. The work was fairly easy, and I was in charge of the billing for two of the offices (one in Petaluma, one in Reno). Now, the way I have always worked is - I finish a task all the way through, so I don't have anything lingering that I will forget to do. If I had an invoice I needed to fax to the field office after I printed it, I would do it right away. I'd post the charge, fax, file everything away, then start on my next task. Very efficient, in my mind.

Apparently, not so much to the President of the company. He actually spent a morning spying on me from his office. He brought me in right after lunch, and proceeded to detail my every move that morning. I left my desk 9 different times, and he detailed the amount of time I was gone from my desk each time. I was flabbergasted. This man made how much money, and he was doing what with his time? I gave him a detailed accounting of my activities each time I was gone from my desk (I faxed a document, I made copies, I got coffee, I went to the bathroom, I am allowed a break, etc). After detailing all my sojourns, he informed me that, in the future, I am to hold all my copies for one trip at the end of the day. Same with faxing. In his mind, he paid me to sit at my desk and work. Never mind the fact that I was the one bookkeeper who actually balanced her books before everyone else, and had NEVER been late with my end of month reconciliations. Also never mind the fact that I always balanced. Every single month. No other bookkeeper had that record, not even my supervisor. See, I was costing him money because I was making copies.

My supervisor wasn't too happy with me the next day when I asked her permission to go to the bathroom. She told me I was taking it too far. Needless to say, I wasn't at that establishment too much longer. Something about my attitude . . .

A few years later, I found out that the President of the company died of a massive heart attack. Now, I don't wish ill on anyone. However, I wasn't heartbroken about it either. Maybe if he'd gotten off his fat butt to go make copies a few times a day, he might still be around today.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go make some copies.

Ciao!

Happy Easter!

noreply@blogger.com (Callie) — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 17:10:00 +0000

Hope all of you out there are having a Blessed Easter.

You have to wonder if one of these days, my children are going to blame me for humiliating them publicly . . .