stands to reason

that if the first day of the week sucks, the last day probably will too. Monday - part-time girl quit. That means I'm doing the work of 2 people. It sucks, I don't like it and I really hope an applicant dazzles my boss so that I don't have to work my butt off. In a way, I'm glad she quit. At least I don't have to walk on eggshells around her or wonder what day she'll call off next anymore. Friday - Dick Sales Manager insinuates that I didn't prepare a proposal when I know I did. I even have the photocopy of it and (if necessary) could pull the fax transmission report to prove that it was sent. He didn't like it when he was told this and made snide comments as he left my office. I've also did pretty well on weight watchers this week, but have fallen off the wagon today and tomorrow. K's birthday party is tomorrow and I WILL be eating cake, damnit. So anyway. There it is. Feels good to get it out but still bites. I'm nervous about K's "party" tomorrow. Mainly because he's been so apprehensive about strangers. There will be 4 other kids there, but 1 is only 3 months and 3 are over 3, so I'm not sure if that will help or hurt things. I'm not expecting K to be all smiles and bubbly. I just hope he doesn't have very many tantrums. Notice I said "very many" as I anticipate a few to come up. If I have any energy come Sunday, there will be a few pics of K is all his one year old birthday glory.