One more week

God help me!! I have one more week at my job before changing and it is a struggle beond all struggles. Just the sound of some of my co-worker's voices make me want to puke!  I am so done here - ready to move on to bigger and better things. Some of these folk have been good co-workers, although I can't say in 4 years that I would consider any of them a friend (other than Jamie). I've never fit in with this crowd.

But today, I feel like poo-poo and I don't want to deal with this job and these people today!

Peace!

One Bitchin' Post

Well...maybe not "bitchin'" - but if I had said "One Whiny Post" it wouldn't be nearly as eye-catching.

I woke up this morning to an elephant trying to make his way through my sinus cavity and the feel of a hot red pepper stuck to the back of my throat. I lay the blame ..the sole responsibility...on Dennis the one-man flooring guy!

Let me digress - Rich & I are redoing the flooring in the house. Replacing carpet and linoleum with hardwood and ceramic tile, and replacing carpet in the bedrooms. Honey & I spent the long weekend packing and moving around furniture, ripping up the existing flooring and getting prepared for the "floor crew" to arrive on Monday. Monday was a no-show but "they" arrived on Tuesday. The "They" was Dennis. Just Dennis...no crew....just one man to install our flooring, starting with the hardwood. What would take a crew 1-2 days tops to install hardwood and a day to install carpet is taking 4 days for hardwood before he (only Dennis) starts the carpet next week.

Oh, and the tile guys (please, please be more than ONE) will start on our master bathroom renovation on Monday.

So, why am I sick? My house is a true dust bowl! There is a thin layer of dust E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E! Every single nook and cranny. I wipe it up and before I can throw away my swifter cloth, the dust has multiplied and made it's way back to cover everything!

Ugh..with at least another full week of renovations and dust, I resolve to be miserable with dust up my nose!

Damn Dennis and his no-man flooring crew! (not really, he seems like a nice guy)

Peace!

Waiting for Paint to Dry...

What about..."Waiting for water to boil". Oh, how about "waiting for the phone to ring"?  Whatever it is...I am waiting - AGAIN.

This time I am waiting for the next 8 days to go by before I can start my new job. My boss asked that I work out my notice but, geez....what little bitty work that I had to do today I finished before 9am. Then I read the news - on 5 different websites. Walked around the halls a bit, went to lunch - which was Tiramisu and Coffee, check emails, checked Google reader, checked Facebook, walked around the halls a bit more....now I'm sitting here waiting for 5 o'clock!

Why was there a need for me to work out my notice?

8 days left.....

Geesh.....

Peace!

The Wait Was Painful

Maybe not so painful...but I sure was sick to my stomach and had the 'nervous stomach bathroom' situation going for a couple of days (if you know what I mean).

At any rate - the wait is OVER!

On Tuesday (V-day) I heard about a local job for which I fit perfectly. I took the chance and applied. By 3pm I had received a call for an interview. On Wednesday I went for said interview that went very well, and was told they would contact me today with whatever the final decision was.

Thursday and today I was just sick to my stomach...all in knots..in anticipation. By lunch today I had heard nothing and was just a lump of pitiful at lunch with Rich. Just as I was in literal tears today while talking to a wonderful friend of mine at work about how I just could not "do this" anymore (meaning to go to work and do NOTHING all day)...I dried my tears long enough to answer my cell phone from "XYZ" Company and received an offer. I accepted it! The position is a Senior-level HR position and is everything I have done in my career and more!

With a bit of nervousness and some serious loss of effectiveness from my Degree deodorant ...I turned in my notice at work. There was some shock - didn't see it coming - from my boss and my closest colleague. I've been asked to work my 2 week notice out; I cannot imagine WHY because I have zero responsibilities, very little to transition to any one else and nothing to do...at all. But...okay.

All in all....I am so thrilled and BLESSED to have this opportunity!

I finally feel like I have come to the point in my career that I should be at with a greater chance to go further!

Please do the Happy Dance with me!!!

Peace!

Waiting......

“...sitting and waiting is one of the most miserable occupations known to man - not that it usually is known to men; women do it much more often.”

― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly In Amber

 
Peace!

On the Road and Updates

This will be a rather boring blog. If you'd rather go and get a root canal rather than endure the next few minutes of reading...please, by all means. I would completely understand.

I've been on personal travel for a week now. Well, as I am sitting at the terminal at Tampa International, you could say that I am still on personal travel. Go ahead, I won't mind a bit. So, here I sit waiting for my flight home, reflecting on the the past week with Aunt Ellen. Her knee surgery went well in case you were wondering. We camped out in a downstairs bedroom for 5 days until she could maneuver the stairs to her living area (bedroom, kitchen and living room). I did manage to NOT gain any weight while I was there (at least I don't think so), as I spent those 5 days running up and down the stairs. It hard hard to leave her a little while ago and a arrival of the airport shuttle at her door prevented a long drawn out 'good-bye'.

I spent this past week talking to her, listening to her and finding solace in the closeness I felt to her. Often times I found myself lost in her resemblance to my Mother. Her hands, her eyes, her facial features...just like my Mother. It was bittersweet to the taste.

I was able to talk o Rich a couple of time every day but we are soooo not phone people! There was a great deal of silence and saying, "So......" - kinda reminded me of when he was deployed. There wasn't much to say as our days seemed like the one before; but knowing he was on the other of the line just warmed my heart and made me happy to know he was waiting at home - our HOME - for me! (Love him!!!)

So now I sit here at the terminal and am filled with such joy to be going home to my husband and family. I've missed them so much...yes, even those two crazy dogs and their constant running in and out of the doggy door.

Peace!

What Do You Say?

I'm writing from St. Petersburg, FL. I arrived yesterday (Thursday) to be with my Aunt Ellen through her knee surgery and recovery until mid-next week. Aunt Ellen took me over to the nursing to see her mother-in-law Wilma; who I had not seen in many years; just in case anything happened while Aunt Ellen was down and I was needed to check on Wilma.

Wilma is 97-98'ish, sharp as a stinking tack with episodes of dementia. She's a fascinating woman and always has been.

Aunt Ellen: Wilma, do you remember Renee? This is Martha's daughter
Wilma: Why yes, I remember you Renee. It's been a long time since I've seen you.
Me: It's so good to see you again Wilma.

We sit down with her on the patio.

Wilma: You are so pretty just like Martha. How is your Mother?
Me: (She doesn't remember..or did she ever know?) She's dead just fine.
Wilma: I sure do love your Mother. So she's doing well?
Me: She's dead doing better than she's ever done in her life because she's dead and in Heaven.
Wilma: That's good. She sure is a beautiful woman. I'd like to see her. Maybe she can come see me.
Me: I'm sure she would love to see you Wilma. I know one day you will see her again.
Wilma: I hope so.

The conversation fades to other subjects with me and Aunt Ellen.

Wilma: *looks at me: How's your Mother?
Me: She's still dead doing just fine.

Peace