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!

"so let's have a chat tomorrow."

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

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.

Who Cares if You Can Count to 5...

I'm cute as hell, baby! Yeah! If you missed the reference, read this post.

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. #1 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? #2 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. #3 Everything has its place. If you are of the "anal-retentive" group, you know what I mean. #4 I could eat Cap'n Crunch cereal and macaroni and cheese everyday and NEVER get sick of it. EVER. #5 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. #6 I only wear black hair ties/scrunci's. #7 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!

Suuuupperrr-Genius!

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.

ee-ii-ee-ii-oooooooo

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

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

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!

Refrigerator Fun

To help K learn faces and names, I took some pictures and attached them to some magnetic paper. I'm no Martha, but K seemed entertained none-the-less.

Petting Zoo

ding, dong the bitch is gone!

the title says it all! I've also been "relocated" from the front office next to the lobby to my previous desk in the Sales Dept, which is actually a VERY good thing. I don't have to over-hear the drama from the Receptionist, R, or the nagging voice of co-worker, P, whose voice shoots up 3 octavs with every other word. I'm no longer on display for any clients that come in the lobby, nor am I someone to barge in on chat with while someone else is waiting to talk with one of the managers. It's a beautiful thing and I'm lovin' it! Hell to the F-in' YEAH!

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.

Me

As in, "Give it to me". This is K's newest word and there is no doubt that he knows how to use it. Forget "mine" and being possesive. Its all about commanding that you'd better give (fill-in-the-blank) to him or else suffer the wrath of toddler K! So, if you're keeping track, he says "yes" (or "ass" depending on how well tuned your ears are) and "me". He hasn't said "yes" in a week or so, pretty much the time he figured out "me". Not sure if that's a good thing or not...

Out Like 70's Leisure Pants!

Remember the part timer “mess” I told you about a bit ago? Well guess who called in again?! Killjoy has reached her limit and I think part-timer is buh-bye! That sucks for me, or does it?! Hehe, I put together some options of how to re-assign some work etc and of course I mentioned some extra $ for me since I’d be doing more work. If they give me one quarter of her hourly wage as an increase, hell, I’ll put out a few dozen fires a day. Then they get the remaining three quarters back in the company “pocket”. It’d be nice if they’d just agree to that. That’d be a decent increase for me too. I made it look like it’d be a service to the company to re-assign stuff, etc. I may be a glutton for punishment, but I’m not THAT silly. : ) We’ll see if it flies. All I know is that part timer needs to go like leisure pants in the 70’s.

Like Fingernails Down a Blackboard...

Dear R It's pronounced Squ-AW-sh, not Squ-ORR-sh (aka Squash)and WAW-sh, not WOR-sh (aka Wash).

Dearest Little People

You have been scrubbed and sanitized so that whatever toddler offending, stomach-upsetting, vomit-inducing "thing" has been erradicated from your plastic bodies and knock-off hair. Of course I don't hold you solely responsible for the rankness in the air (and carpet), but you know the drill...ALL toys get it. You may go about your business in the morning. That is all. Can you guess how I spent my Saturday night???

Counting 1...2...2.5...2.999999999999997

One noodle into eating his dinner last night, K decided to have a mini-meltdown which consisted of cry-whining, leaning his head back so that he looked at the ceiling through squinted eyes. We had no idea what brought it on, but before I knew it I was leaning over near K's left ear, uttering the words: "I'm going to count to three and if you don't calm down, you'll go to your crib." Of course, that didn't work. I repeated it a second time, a third time... So I hesitantly started the countdown 1... 2... Here was the point where I so desperately wanted to count to two and a quarter, two and a half, two and...I just wanted to eat my dinner. I REALLY didn't want to have to get up, undo the seat strap and take K into his room, listen to him cry even more, try and ingnore it... 3... Holy shit, I made it to three! I got up out of my chair and as I made it over to K, he stopped his cry-whine and had a noodle in his hand, heading for his mouth. Literally, just as I got to his chair to undo the strap, he stopped. I love my son, but after that I gave him the biggest "you've got to be freakin' kidding me/go figure" eye-roll you could possibly imagine.

Gimmick or Good Idea?

I found these in a magazine and thought they looked like a good idea. That being said, good ideas for children are 80% gimmick to have parents throw money out the window. What sayeth the bloggers?

I Will Get You...

With my laser-beam eyes! K has discovered a new "look". LOL. I wouldn't have any idea where he learned that from....nope...isn't anything like how I look at J when he says something assinine...nope, not me...