Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Chat update

So I spoke w/Killjoy yesterday and it turns out she just wanted to see how things were going, etc, since the change. Why she couldn't have just asked that while at my desk I've no idea.
I told her it's been calmer for me and things are going smoothly. I made a light joke about how there's been less drama since the move. She laughed and said she "has enough drama up here."

Exactly the reason I'm glad I'm on the other side of the building...away from it!

Monday, September 24, 2007

"so let's have a chat tomorrow."

those are the words from Killjoy to me just a few minutes ago.

Since previous part-timer was fired I've gone to the sales desk from one of the front office ones so that I could be where the sales reps are. Since they changed the responsibilities that the new part timer is doing and given the bids back to me to prepare, I need to be in the sales area.

Over the past 2.5 weeks, I've not only cleaned up and organized this area again, I've kept up on the work and have been nothing but pleasant and accomodating to the reps, even the ones I despise. That, in and of itself, is a HUGE step for me. I'm not one to mince words with the reps here. You give them an inch and they take a mile so you have to put your foot down and hard or they will walk all over you.

Due to me working in this area, I don't have the need to venture up towards the front offices much, which means I don't have to sit through the mindless banter that Killjoy, the receptionist and collections lady go through every morning. This is totally fine with me! Plus, there is usually a stack of bids for me to go through when I start first thing, so bantering is not priority #1.

So I come in, do my job and go home. I've been doing my best to stay under the radar in an attempt to just melt into the scenery and avoid being drawn into any drama. I've had enough drama this year at work between a particular sales manager and then the part timer debacle. Seriously, I don't need, nor do I want to socialize! Not here, anyway.

Then, out of the blue here comes Killjoy saying she'd like to chat tomorrow since we haven't talked in a while. I explain that things are fine, I've just been kept busy. Anyway, we agree to chat tomorrow.

Thing is...I hate that kind of thing! If you want to talk to me about something, then just call me up to your office and talk to me. Don't make me wait it out 24 hours! That's like taking a band-aid off.....r-e-a-l.....s-l-o-w-l-y!

I called Killjoy and told her that if she wanted to chat we could do it today. She said to give her a few minutes. So here I wait, for her to call back I guess, I don't know.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

p shy

As potty training K comes upon us, J and I have been going back and forth on how to begin the process. We're not in the throws of it yet, but it's coming...soon.

During one of our conversations it came up that J isn't comfortable with having K in the bathroom while he's taking care of business #1. I tried to reassure him that it wasn't weird to have K around so that he could see what he needs to do, etc. I've accumlated numerous magazine and internet articles to "prove" to J that we won't be scarring K by letting him in the bathroom with us.
It's all in vain, I think.

I'm not as bothered by it as J. Of course, I sit down so woman bits are mostly hidden. I think J is hesitant about K being with me in the bathroom, too. He says it's fine, but there's a tone of voice that reveals his apprehension.

So, I'm not sure what to do. Any potty-trainers out there want to give ass-vice? (pun TOTALLY intended!)

UPDATE - In response to Christy's comment, J lets him cry and pound on the door. He doesn't like to hear it, but he'd take that over sharing the bathroom with K. Usually, both of us aren't in the bathroom at the same time so one of us will run interference.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Who Cares if You Can Count to 5...

I'm cute as hell, baby! Yeah!

If you missed the reference, read this post.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Quirky? I Got Your Quirky!

YAY!!! I've been tagged! Christy at Cakerwakers shared the meme joy with me, so here goes. The meme consists of listing seven quirks/habits about me.

I mixed up/make up words (very similar to Christy's #7). For example, Hubba Bubba bubble gum is Bubba Yubba. Making a U-turn is a whip-a-whirl and instead of figure 8's, they're circle 8's. Confused yet?

J has named the 2nd toe (next to the big toe) my "old man toe". It's long and skinny and I don't know why but the name just stuck.

Everything has its place. If you are of the "anal-retentive" group, you know what I mean.

I could eat Cap'n Crunch cereal and macaroni and cheese everyday and NEVER get sick of it. EVER.

I switch things off. Whether its a light, the TV, radio, if its not being used, its switched off. It doesn't matter if I'm at home or at work. I suppose this could go hand in hand with #3.

I only wear black hair ties/scrunci's.

I think Einstein was onto something by only wearing the same style suit everyday. If I could get away with it (and not get funny looks), I'd wear the same style suit everyday too. I like clothes well enough but it frustrates me to have to figure out what to wear each day.

So there you go - all my quirkiness. My apologies to Christy for taking so damn long!

Thursday, September 13, 2007


I feel the beginning of a "mom-complex" coming on.

In the past I've visited a message board and gotten to "know" some people there. One of the women has a son the same age as K. She has a tendancy to be an AW (attention whore) on the board and that's one of the reasons I don't visit there much anymore. I must be a glutton for punishment because yesterday I peeked in, only to find that her son is already counting to 5, eating all his veggies, keeping his hat on when going for walks outside and a handful of other things.

So what's my complex? It's that K is no where near that and I feel like I should be doing more. Since both boys are the same age, shouldn't they be doing almost the same things? I know every child is different and develops at their own pace, but it still makes me feel like I'm failing. Worse yet, like I'm cheating K out of learning and therefore submitting him to a life of just horseplay and graham crackers. At the same time, I don't want to be one of "those" moms who plans out every single minute of K's day with fancy language programs and trapeze stunts.

I know he's learning things. He's learning loads! He knows how to close the dishwasher and tries to turn the knob to get it to start, he knows to go to the bathroom when we wash our hands, he knows where his toys are, what dogs are (even though he calls them "arf"-s), he speaks a handful of words (maybe more if I could understand him) - I could go on and on.

For whatever reason I have the image that I'm supposed to be like Hal from Malcolm in the Middle, sitting infront of K with flash cards and music playing.

I don't know where I'm going with this post. I guess I'm looking to reassure myself that just because K isn't reciting the entire alphabet, counting to 100 or creating some brilliant algorithm, that it doesn't mean that he will grow up to be a git.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


The farm set is now called "ee-ii-ee-ii-oooooooo" too. Everytime he sees it he starts singing. :-)

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Breakfast of Champions (Ode to Bill Cosby)

This morning was like any other morning:
Get K up, changed, dressed and at the table impatiently waiting for his toast and eggs, which Daddy was making at lightening speed.
K eats the toast and 3 pieces of egg (of which I had to bribe him to eat) and then he's off and running around with his lovely/oh, when do we put it out of it's misery?/pumpkin bear.

It's my turn to get dressed and Daddy is "on K watch".

I finished putting on my shoes, started walking into the Dining Room and what should I see in K's hand? A chocolate chip cookie.
I asked K, "Did Daddy give you the cookie?"
K, "Yeaaah." (munch, munch) Bill Cosby would be proud

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Husker Fever

Husker Gear: Check!
September 2007

June 2006

Husker Touchdown: Check

Calling Grandma to rave about Husker Touchdown: Check

Ahhhhh, I love football in the fall!