Manic Monday...

So, I've included a picture of my 'work-station-area' (my overly linguistic HR rep calls it that, I call it 'prison without bars'). This was taken at 9:00 am, that was a good look for the area, not too cluttered. I spent 11 hours there today. And yet I still have questions as to why I have problems with my sanity...

In other news: my bestest and longest friend went to the ER for 'tummy discomfort', 3 hours later we are in the surgical waiting room trying to figure out how long an appendix surgery should take... (1.5 hours, if they're near bursting, apparently) She is good, feeling a lot better, and looking forward to getting back to normal, (which I keep telling her is an un-attainable goal for any friend of mine).

Work sucked, again. But I have a job, I have a loving family, and I have a pulse. So I guess it could be worse...

Going to go eat dinner and help the halfway-better-half (ya' like that?) with his math homework. Okay and goodnight.

Long Time.

So, I have been neglectful. I have not been on in a while. So To catch up: We have moved. I am now a homeowner. The joys and fun associated with this are almost overwhelming. For instance, I have been dropped by 3 major insurance companies because I live on a lake, and I also live in Florida... They foresee a problem if the lake rises or a Hurricane shows up. Also, the toilets started gurgling a few days ago, and so we had the septic pumped out. Well it happened again, and now I find out I am in need of a new drain field. For those of you reading this from a civilized part of the world, please allow me to explain:  ALL of the water from the house (baths, toilets, sinks, washer) drain into a very large underground tank. The waste (i.e last nights dinner) settles to the bottom, and the water is SUPPOSED to leech off in to a leech field or drain field. Well, My tank just fills up with a bunch of waste and water and needs to be pumped twice in a a matter of 3 weeks. So if anyone would like to donate to my fund you can go to: www.broke-ass-mofo.com....

In unrelated news the difficulties with the better half have reached such a stagnant point that I worry it may not make it through the holidays.  I am working the equivalent of 2 peoples jobs, and it is starting to wear on us. I am tired of the lack of intimacy and affection. It is very hard to maintain a relationship when only one person seems to be trying. Eventually I am going to run out of fucks-to-give. School is going great, and by that I mean I am not enrolled right now. I am still on a financial-aide suspension due to a 2 failed classes. One more term to go. I COULD have paid to go, but I figured my money was better spent on coke and broke frat boys...

Political Tensions are heating up. All these people trying to find better and more efficient ways to spend OUR money on Their pet projects.  The republicans have now officially nominated a man who from all outward appearances seems to be from the planet Zanadu. I am incapable of relating to someone who says that "if you want to go to School or Start your own business, borrow money from your parents." My dad left when I was 12 and my mom lost what retirement she did have in 2008 because someone at her place of employ decided AIG was the way to go. I am a registered Republican who is probably going to vote blue for the first time in my life. I can only imagine what my grandparents are thinking.

Shit if that perturbs them, they might want to take a seat for the whole 'man on man gay sex thing'....

I have Mentioned Marie on here before. Hard to think that in 3 days, it will be the 1 year anniversary of her incarceration. I remember vividly, standing in front of the Judge, pleading with him to be lenient on someone whom I believed then and still do, is innocent of any true crime.I drive Marie's mother up to the prison to see her about twice a month (yet another Sunday away from my already strained relationship). We went up today, and it is usually okay, but everyone was in a blah mood. It is hard to confront that this is the new reality for them. I try to help in any way possible, but it never seems enough. I try to understand Marie's point of view (looking at everything you worked for slip between someone's fingers while you stare helplessly through the bars), but she can honestly be demanding.

So I have a new position at the wonderful company where i work. I am the office manager/ lead dispatcher. Let me put some words together here for you: Summer, Florida, A/C Company.  'nuff said.  Between May and the last week of August, I averaged about 60ish hours. It did not help that they fired Junior Dispatcher 3 weeks after I started, So I was doing two peoples positions.  They JUST last month hired a full time regular dispatcher. She lied. She lied. She lied. On her resume and in the application, she stated that she had extensive dispatch experience. LIAR! LIAR! POOR FITTING DENIM KNOCK-OFFS ON FIRE! We come to find out only a week or two after her arrival, that her 'dispatch experience' consisted of answering the phone at a 3 member A/C repair place. We have more than 30 employees, 4 phone lines that ring DIRECTLY on her DESK, and a Nextel radio that keeps us in touch with the the servicemen in the field. To say she is out of her depth is an understatement.  She has as about as much connection to dispatch/office work, as I do to the Black Panther movement. So I was told to prepare for her imminent departure  this week. Since I am an 'OPS manager' ( I manage the operation) I alone cannot chose to fire her. SO I have given this task to MY manager.


Okay, I will let whoever 2 people and a confused grandmother looking to buy school supplies relax. I am going to eat, and read MY favorite blogs, which you may locate on the home page.

Birthday, Life, & moving.

So the day after my birthday I find out that the people who hold the mortgage on our home (the owners) will be moving back in at the end of January, aparently the house they bought in Arizona is being forclosed on. I am being bought out of my lease.  So now we all have to find a spot to move to. I know that this is not the end of the world, and that there are starving children in Ethiopia, but it still sucks for me, here now. I just wish that it would be ok. But Like time says, we will be fine as long as we are with each other. I am going to go pick up Olive garden for dinner, and I will be back on to complain, wine and moan later.

Meh.

So it is 2 days before I turn 28. I am not sure why this has bothered me SO FUCKING MUCH! I want to scream. Its like I am Turning 50 in my head, and I have to go pick out gravestones. I am RELATIVELY young. I have my HEALTH, and I have.... a family that I am fairly certain will not try and kill me in my sleep. There are cons, of course.  Sex life has not improved, and we are slowly closing in on 5 years together. He spends more time talking with other guys that he does me. We have nothing in common, (I hate Britney Spears, and he could not name 5 politicians if you put a gun to his head!)
My friend is in Prison, until 2016. I think the last time I was on here I mentioned that she was facing 20 years. She got 5. It really does suck because she is a great person, and I can think of 1 other people who deserve to be in her place, but aren't. Tiffanie is upset that I cant come up and see her, and it bothers me that I have to plan my life around everyone else. The airline tickets are like 60 bucks. But if I disapear, the world will come crashing down.  School will be out this week for the winter (READ:Christmas) break. I am looking forward to attempting some relaxation. I think my life would be better if I did not have to worry about my job every fucking day. It is REDICULOUS that I am threatened with unemployment all the time. Seriously, I keep winning sales person of the month every month, and I still am not doing well enough for them. They should rename the award to "least shittiest amongst the group".
I do like some of the people I work with, Ozzie. He makes the days go by. His daughter is really cute. It is neat to see someone be able to light up with happiness when they talk about someone they love. I don't have that.

Ehh...

Haven't been on in a couple of days. My last fall semester is under way (until law school, of course).  It is cool to keep thinking that I will, one day, eventually be done with school. All will work out in the long run. I am psyched. I find myself more and more tired each day. My heart seems to be causing more problems than normal. I really do just think that it is weak by nature. I would imagine that living in a less stress environment would help, but that's not in the cards right now. Wednesday and Thursday last week were spent under Marie's car, trying to drop the gas tank so we could change the damn fuel pump. If I ever see the term 'special tool' in a repair manual again, it will be too soon.  3 independent trips to 2 different auto places and it still took two days. Ended up having to drill out 2 rivets trying to get the damn heat shield off. Fun Times. Now I have to change the radiator in the escort, it is now leaking all over the place... Kind of need two cars with everyone working and going to school. I Have to get a new tire put on the Volvo tomorrow, it may explode if I do not, and I drive badly enough with out a blown tire. Got my two notices to appear in court set for October 24th. Unlawful speed. I was SPEEDING. Who the hell comes up with these titles? Makes me sound like some violent offender of some sort.  Marie's attorney finally got the request for a continuance faxed over to the judge, with only days to spare. I was going to email her and ask why she did not wait until the day before, but I decided against it. I keep finding myself wrestling with this whole situation. I know that she committed a crime, I know that she needs to be punished, but I find it all very wrong. It does not have the feeling of justice to it. I try to remain removed as possible from the situation, but I find myself more and more sympathetic to her and her entire family.  I told her about When I almost got with David, and I about stroked. Turns out not only is he dating her best friends daughter, but he has been for a couple of years, now. ARGH!!! I need to keep my mouth shut and my head shutter. I hope she does not say anything to any one, I would have to deny it, at least for his sake. I know Brad and Ruben would not tell anyone, but I am just going to keep my mouth shut from here on out. Ok, that is all for know. Time for my nightly call with Ms. Harper.