Ode To Tylenol

Ahhh, the glorious victory Tylenol had/is still having over the as-yet-unknown virual throat infection that tried to beat down my toddler over the weekend. Ha, evil virus - you have met your match! Not only did the constant 101.8+ fever not keep him down, he was in a better mood than I could've dreamed for! Sure, when you reared your ugly head and flared up to 103 he was as red as a lobster in a pot and became a cauldron of cranki-ness, but that was nothing a nap (and yet another dose of Tylenol) couldn't help. I will concede that you succeeded in messing up his already gone bonkers sleep schedule with multiple night wakings. However, I am confident that he will slumber peacefully once more and dream of nothing but his new-found-love of Thomas the Train and Hi-5. So, here's a shot of tylenol in your eye...now p*ss off and leave my toddler alone!

Ahhh, I Just Love The Smell of Hypocrisy in the Morning!

4:54 am K wakes way to fucking early fussing and before I can tell J to give him a few minutes because he may calm down and go back to sleep, J has gone in and gotten K up. I got changed to do my AM workout and as J is strapping K into his booster at the table he says to K: "Mommy's going to do her workout so she won't pay attention to you so you're with me." What I heard: I'm pissed off that I have to get out of bed while Mommy gets to workout. Uh, yeah, ASSHOLE! 1. K hadn't even cried for more than 10 seconds before you shot out of bed to get him, therefore negating any chance of him possibly going back to sleep. 2. How easily you forget the number of times I had to get out of bed to take care of him when he was younger and not sleeping through the night yet. Where were you? In bed... 3. How many times have I gotten him and sat him right outside the bathroom (either in the exersaucer or other type of chair) so that he could see me and I could still get ready for work?! Hmmm? How many times? And where were you? Where? Yes, in bed... 4. I've put off pursuing a career because I want to spend time with my son. At my current job I don't have to deal with "up and comers" who're trying to unseat me and its relatively easy for me to take time off if I need to for K, not to mention that as long as I do my work Killjoy leaves me alone. Does it satisfy me? No, but I'm employed and right now that's what counts. J = Jackass ******* 9:52 am Killjoy chats with me for all of a minute and then her mobile phone rings and I could tell that this was a personal call from her new boyfriend. Now, I don't care if people talk on their mobiles. The type of office that this is you just get used to it and tune it out. There is no way in hell you're going to get a load of Sales Reps to surrender their mobiles, it's part of their job. The problem I have with Killjoy is that SHE was the one who was constanting hounding Part-timer A (#1) about talking on her mobile. It was unacceptable. The Sales Reps get to do it because it's part of their job, but office staff absolutely should not. Well, well, well...now she is the one lolly-gagging on the phone! This isn't the first time I've indirectly overheard her on her phone with personal business, either. Again, I don't care that people (even Killjoy) talk on their mobiles. I DO care about people shaking their finger at someone in disappointment only to turn around and do the very same thing they're condoning. ******* I'm not necessarily in a foul mood. Just ticked off a bit to not let people merge in front of me in traffic.

Putting the Smack Down

Part-timer is going to get the smack down today...I hope she quits. She'll have to go 30 days w/o being late or abscent and she'll have to prove she's here or leaving for the day by checking in with Killjoy. I know I shouldn't be happy that it's gotten to this point and that if she quits my workload will increase, but honestly I'm thrilled. I wish I could be a fly on the wall in Killjoy's office. I'm that fed up w/ part timer that I'd pack up her shit and load it in her car for her. Believe me, that is pretty fed up for me.

*UPDATE* A Little This, A Little That & A Little Pot Calling The Kettle Black

I'm going to start with a mini-rant: BossLady (aka Killjoy - I'll be explaining this next) has been wound up over attendance. Not mine, but part timers and another full timer, P. I completely agree w/her opinion on part timer but she needs to be a bit more understanding of P. It's not that I get along well with P or anything, but I will say that she works her rear off when she's here, shows up early and may stay late if needed, etc. So P has had 3 "occurences" since mid-May. Not terrible, but still averaging 1x/month. I can understand BossLady's point, but at the same time she needs to look at the performance overall. So, last Thursday P got in a car accident. She is fine (as well as you can be), but you could tell BossLady was annoyed that P would be gone another 1-2 days. She was concerned about P, but still annoyed. Where is all of this going? Well, BossLady has had her share of missed days recently! In fact, she was sick over the weekend and didn't come in yesterday (Monday). So what we have here is the pot calling the kettle black. Maybe she will remember that things happen and everyone can't have perfect attendance - even her! I've also given BossLady the name, Killjoy, because she is exactly that! The main interstate in our area is undergoing construction and last Wednesday there was a third major accident that closed the interstate both ways. I wrote a comment into a local news station saying I wondered what would have to happen before the authorities would do something. A reporter, M, from the station called and wanted to do an interview. I said sure, why not and over my lunch hour I did a face to face with her. When it was over I went back in to finish my lunch and my boss was all concered that I did the interview in the parking lot and did they get the company name in there because that would be bad, etc, etc. Basically all the fun I had with the spur-of-the-moment interview was zapped out of me as she put the "fear of the President" in me. I asked her if I should let the President know and she said no, but acted all funny about it. I decided to hell with her and went to tell the President. I did it simply and told him I wanted to let him know about the interview so that he wouldn't be surprised by seeing his business on the news. Guess what?! He was cool with it and the next day he even complimented me on how well I did. Sooooooo, take that KillJoy BossLady! On lighter news, K is walking up stairs with help. He never did crawl up them, he always stood up, grabbed our hand for help, and just went. There is nothing graceful about his going up stairs yet, but it will come. J seems to think K calls me "Ommy" (mommy) but I'm not sure. He's starting to say "me" and "mine" but there's still work to do. Mostly it's m's and e's that are coming out, so perhaps it's wishful thinking on my part that they are actual words. LOL. *UPDATE* If you want to see me in all my glorious dorki-ness (re: the interview) then email me. If I "know" who you are, I'll send the link. If I don't, then piss off! :)

Welcome Back!

I'm back one day and am greeted w/ the part timer calling in "sick" today. Have you been keeping track boys and girls? That adds up to 4 - FOUR MOTHERFUCKING DAYS - that she's called off in 5 weeks and lest we not forget the day she was 2.5 hours late. Do people not have a fucking work ethic anymore? Good god, give me the 80's "me generation" when everyone went to work every day (albeit to stab co-workers in the back, take over their job and go after the next position in the heirarchy). Hey, at least they went to work! So, more of the same. I'm still pursuing other options but no bites yet on the 15 I've sent out so far. Surprisingly, I'm in an "okay" mood about it. However, if this keeps up it won't be for long.

A L M O S T There!

In just over 3 hours, I will be leaving work for the day and be taking a mini "vacation" until next Tuesday. I will be grateful for caller ID on my phone because if I see any number I don't recognize I will be ingoring it! I don't give a flying f**k what they need or think they need. They have 3 hours to get it to me. After that, p*ss off!

At times...

When I'm at work, I'd have more fun jabbing a fork in my eye. Part-timer called in sick again. She's been here not quite 4 weeks and been gone 3 days already. I wonder why they bother? I wonder why I bother? I wish I could just not care. I'm looking for other things to occupy my time while biting my tongue to not say something that'll get me in trouble. That's difficult to do when I'm already worked up from having extra stuff to do from part-timer's desk as well as my own. I want to scream at the world for not allowing things to work out so that I could be a stay-at-home mom and F*** this place AND I want to scream at myself for allowing me to get literally stuck in a position I can never truly leave without completely leaving the company. The wages are good here, my hours are good, my boss has been understanding if I need to go to a DR appt for JuniorMint or PapaMint. It's like they always say, don't get too good at your job or you'll never get a promotion because the boss won't want to replace you. Well, that seems to be where I'm at. I got "promoted" last Fall to be the President's and Vice President's assistant, problem is I've been busy picking up the slack from the part-time position. I will never get a true promotion here and thus the proverbial rut I am stuck in. I don't know that anywhere else will be as "understanding" of family, DR visits, pay as well or offer the hours I have. Maybe they will, or maybe it will be worse. I'm afraid of the worse and that is why I've been dilly-dallying about pursuing other options. I'm here because I fear and I've screwed myself. On that note, back to jabbing a fork in my eye.

Leftovers

Wanna know a super quick way to rid the fridge of leftovers? Are you ready for it? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Have the fridge get stuck in defrost mode for the better portion of the day! Leftovers? HA! What leftovers?! Of course, times like these make me very grateful we live in an apartment. If WE had to pay for an after-hours call and replacement parts - well, the "Mint" household would be quite unhappy.

HA! I did it again...

She's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous green day - she's a rebel I moved JuniorMint's highchair next to me in the Kitchen and cleaned sippy cups this morning while he finished eating!

Violet, You're Turning Violet!

There are times when it makes complete sense to run back to the mid 90's. I was THAT person this morning - jamming in my car, stereo cranked up high enough to make the sound distort (well, pretty damn close to that anyway), singing my heart out and not giving a goddamn! Courtney Love and Hole were putting me in the best "F-U" mood ever! Follow it up with Green Day and the "anti-establishment" roar has begun! So what spurred me into this? Yesterday morning I couldn't have told you, last week, 2 months ago...nope, I didn't have a damn clue. Just before oh my god it's only 9:30! bedtime I'd been thinking of why I haven't been able to stick to the Weight Watcher plan as well as I did the first time, why I second guess 75% of the things I do with JuniorMint and a handful of other things. The top two are WW and JuniorMint. I've come to determine that I've been too focused on achieving things because of what other people will think of me or what they expect of me. This got me in "trouble" in college and it seems to be leading me down the same path again. I'll save you all the gory details but suffice it to say that I realized the first time I did WW I was doing it to see if I could. There was a bit of competition between me and another person but hell, I don't see her at all anymore so that "edge" has died. I didn't do it for anyone else but me. That changed after JuniorMint was born because people are watching me to see if I loose the remaining weight. I feel judged by them and therefore have to prove something to them. THAT has been my problem. The second thing has been JuniorMint. Again, I feel judged by people when I do certain things and have been second guessing myself on most of the things I do with him. None of them are bad but just different. Mainly, the difference in age between me and my boss and how she raised her kids and versus how people raise them now (ie - how I raise my son, how C-Mint raises her daughter, how D-Mint raises her son). Here's an example: Boss is in her late 50's. That's just for a point of reference. She has 3 grandsons and this will reference the middle one, B. She believes that he doesn't eat well because mom needs to sit at the table and wait for him to finish. B eats just fine when Boss is over and sits at the table with him until he finishes. Boss doesn't approve of mom running around cleaning up or going through papers while waiting for B to finish eating. She thinks all parents need to sit down and wait. This is also the lady that gave B's mom a hard time for breastfeeding thier newest son for 8 weeks. She thought the mom should just get it over with. NICE! Up until this morning, I thought that made sense and waited it out with JuniorMint. It does make sense to keep them company if everyone else has finished, however if they see everyone else getting to play, etc and they're at the table alone then maybe it will urge them to finish eating. I can see it both ways however I am not going to be ruled by them. This morning, I ate breakfast with JuniorMint and waited about 5 minutes after I was done for him to finish. Then, I put the high chair with him in it in the Kitchen next to me and proceeded to clean some of the sippy cups, clear off the counter and put some stuff away. I talked to him as I did it all so he didn't feel "out of place". Oh The Humanity! The Scandal! OOOOOOOO... (see, I have a bit of rebellion left in me after all-LOL!)

"The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care."

I hate 3/4 of people I know/meet. Seriously. I'm thisclose to hole-ing myself up in a small room and flipping the bird to anyone who passes by and dares to look in. The part-timer who had/has a brain and started last week...well... . . . . . . . . . she called in sick today. She may indeed be sick. I don't know her well enough to discern whether it's BS or not. At this point, I don't care. Good god, does anyone have a sedative?! I'd give just about anything to be like Peter from Office Space. If I had a cubicle, I'd undo the screws and push the whole muther-effing thing over, mostly to see what the reaction would be, but also as a physical example of how pissed off/stressed out I am. You know, since employers tend to frown on any other options out there.

Excuse You?!

I'm nothing if not blunt and downright bitchy at times. If someone treats me poorly, acts all "high and mighty"/bitchy to me I will return with vengenance. Today I noticed that JuniorMint has a red "spot" on the white of his eye. I figure (as does PapaMint) that he rubbed his eye too hard or poked himself...something along those lines and it just got irratated. The rest of his eye is fine - not puffy, red (other than the spot) or watery. We decide to call the opthalmologist to see if they recommend we bring him in or wait it out a week and see how it goes. I call and get the damnedest-bitch EVER! She put me on hold 5 times, cut me off mid sentenance, wouldn't let me explain/ask my question about the appt. I should've just hung up but I didn't. When she did come back on the phone she proceeded to tell me that we had to bring JuniorMint in RIGHTFUCKINGNOW. I told her I didn't think it was a "the sky is falling" emergency and that I couldn't just leave work RIGHTFUCKINGNOW. She said that there was no other option. I told her I'd have to see what I could work out. She also had the audacity to say in the harshest voice that if we didn't go to the appointment that they (the office/DR) were (and I quote word for mother fucking word) "Not responsible for any medical care if something happens." PapaMint calls and listens to me vent about her and he calls her back. He explains the same situation and suggests setting up an appointment for next week. She says there are none available. He asks for the following week, "none available." He calls her out about why there are no appointments available for the next 2 weeks. She says because "it's an emergency. He needs to be seen." PapaMint (being so on top of it) says if it's an emergency now it'll be an emergency next week and that they should try and be more accomodating to parents and their work schedules. After a bit more back and forth the conversation ends. She then calls back not even 10 minutes later saying that we could have an appointment on Monday. This, after just telling PapaMint there were NO appointments available! So at this point I'm nice and pissed off, PapaMint is pissed off and we're no closer to determining if JuniorMint needs to go to the DR. Now, anyone who knows me understands that I'm "that" mom - the neurotic mom who questions everything and is overly cautious. The spot on his eye was concerning me, but good god I was calmer than the lady on the phone! If anyone has right to freak out, it should be me. This is my kid! Yet, I was worked up/pissed off not because of the spot but because of the bitch on the phone! After calling a couple different places to get opinions, it was decided that we'll wait it out for 2 weeks and see what happens. The consesus is that it's THIS Obviously if it gets worse we'll take him in to see a DR - DUH! So, still worked up, I called the bitch back and told her very bluntly that we will not be keeping the appointment on Monday and "thank you for your time." and hung up the receiver as fast and hard as I could. I couldn't do much more to express my displeasure. The bitch on the other line probably didn't give it a second thought. Needless to say, we will not be going there ever again. We live in a mid sized city, and there are other options. Also - why would bitch on the phone have to tell me they're not medically liable if we don't come in UNLESS they've had "concerns" with that in the past?! What DR's office says that? Isn't it commonfuckingsense that the DR isn't liable if you choose to not go in to see them?! Duhmotherfucking-DUH! And hmmmmmm, perhaps there is more going on at their office...

Ok, Seriously...

Does it get any better than THIS?! Who needs soap operas? LMAO!