I’ve been noshing on saltines and water, and my gut is making all manner of strange rumbles. Still fatigued, but at least I don’t feel sick. So there’s that.
Truth…and a delightful bunch at that.
And both of you were a blessing to her all the way, which is the essence of real love.
Will be holding you all in the light.
Please tell us stories of her as you are able. Pictures too. We love to coo at pet pictures and stories.
Oh, boy. 
Here comes the 
… nope! … anxiety.
Meeting with the G.M. (“Asshole Manager”) in an hour. Looking at the sched, it’s … him’n’me.
Shit, I thought this was a group meeting.
(Narrator: “She was incorrect.”)
Is he promoting me? Could be.
Does he know I - and a cpl others - strongly suspect him of stealing money from the till? (Remind me, Mumpers, I’ll tell the tale.) Possibly.
Word.
I eat barely enough to starve a skinny 5-y-o to death, and even I’m sayin’ to ya, woman, ya gotta eat sumpin’.
Hope the planned soup stays down.
I’m so sorry - that sucks, and also, the other thing sucks too.
You have my sincerest condolences, for whatever that’s worth.
Hence the title of this week’s MMP. Clutch away at yer fainting pearls, but the last cpl weeks sucked some big ol’ donkey balls for a lotta folks 'round these parts.
We lurve plants, hummingbirds, and cheap gadgets.
… or at least, I do!
That is indeed a blessing. A heavy, difficult, possibly tear-filled one … but still, a blessing.
Okay, I’ve eaten a couple of scrambled eggs, downed a bit of liquid courage, given Monkey some gooshy fud, thrown peanuts to the birds … time to find out what this Mysterious Meeting is all about.
I finally managed to shower - everyone rejoice!
I made the mistake this morning of logging onto work before walking. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t wind up walking (doing a spin class tonight instead) and I also didn’t end up taking care of basic hygeine. So that was fun.
This weekend was borderline suck-tastic. The anniversary part was great, don’t get me wrong. And we’re still together. But, oh, boy was I a pain in the ass. Now that my kids are more or less self-sufficient, I’m coming out of a fog. A fog that is revealing a houseful of deferred maintenance and untidiness. Everything used to have a place. My husband has some serious hoarding tendencies but I could cajole him into letting things go. Small household repairs take hours of negotiation between the two of us, requiring at least three estimates, haggling and endless questions, but I did it because it needed to be done. After I had kids, I kind of stopped trying.
So I started cleaning this weekend and pulling down old shelving and generally scaring the bejeezus out of everyone while manically removing screws with a powertool and throwing things away. It was like an episode on Hoarders, only there’s no psychologist and the organizer is a douchebag.
This week will be better. As long as I remember to breathe and don’t drag everyone else down the rabbit hole, too.
I went to get the laundry out of the dryer, and the door handle snapped off. The top ‘hook’ broke. I went to Maytag’s website, and the replacement costs $48! 
I did a google search and found a ‘compatible’, ‘unbreakable’ one for six bucks. Now I need to find $20 worth of stuff so I can get free shipping. (Or have Mrs. L.A. buy it with her Prime account.)
In the meantime, I’ve made a field repair with some white Gorilla tape.
The neighborhood farewell bash went well yesterday. Today the cleaners showed up. Holy shit, what a pair. The guy is retired UDT/SEAL and may have suffered a case or two of the bends during his career. The woman seems to be in the manic phase of a bipolar disorder. Instant headache, but they seem to be doing the job.
The furniture comes tomorrow, we stage on Wednesday and list on Thursday. I plan to breathe a huge sigh of relief that the prep is over and celebrate with a cheesesteak sandwich.
Afternoon all. Swimmin’ has been swum (1,650 yards in about 61 minutes) and toasted for 25 minutes in the sauna, and my weight was below 290lbs for the first time in quite a while (not much below, understand, but the ‘9’ wasn’t the second number this time). Got a break now before seeing if the predicted rain arrives at 5pm as scheduled and messes up soccer training/walkies for the day.
Cookie, quite a pair of cleaners, but if the job is satisfactory…hope the house moves fast for you.
talkie, sometimes those maniac bursts hit us without warning, at least the house looks…different… 
shoe, we await your next missive with great anticipation; heck, it could be anything from him trying to frame you for the stealing to his proposing (hey, you’re the one who left if wide open, girl…). Hope it went well.
FCM, as long as it’s staying down, you’re doing better. Take care.
OK, still need to call the Credit Union to get my account unstuck, all y’all take care.
I’d agree with that. Went to bed around 3am when DH got up, didn’t get up myself until 1pm (yike!). Buddy had made his exit shortly before I went to bed, so far as I can tell Allie spent all day in the headboard. Purred whenever I reached in there to pet her. I’ll keep those who care posted (and those who don’t can ignore discussion of feline negotiations).
Update and story when convenient, pretty please
@Johnny_L.A , sounds like something we’d do over here.
One aggravation yesterday, went to change the bedroom curtains (much prettier shade of blue and hopefully better room-darkening), could NOT get the curtain rod out of its brackets (stupid teeny screws at impossible angles, how the hell did we get that assembled in the first place?), nor could I take down the brackets (stupid stripped Phillips screws). I do not do stepladder tasks when DH is not home if I can avoid it, due to neurosis about falls (this pre-existed Wednesday’s misadventure), and DH wasn’t feeling up to doing so yesterday. May be waiting for Saturday to get this sorted out, with my nice new curtains just sitting there taunting me.
Supper was some unsweetened applesauce. I made mac-n-cheese for FCD but it didn’t look appealing. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back in my feed. Meanwhile, I’ll live off my reserves - goodness knows I’ve got enough.
Most of this afternoon has been spent on the recliner, reading, with Taz sprawled in my lap. We did hook up the battery charger to my car and we can now start it. The question is - can we start it tomorrow? I guess we shall see.
Remember that ship that ran aground in the Chesapeake Bay? They had to offload some of the containers, but they refloated it and it went back to Baltimore to be reloaded. It’s now anchored off Norfolk, which is where it was headed way back when. We passed it on our way out on our cruise - I meant to post the pics, but now it’s old news…
OK, back to my recliner. That book won’t read itself!
I made a mistake today. Went to KFC for lunch, and I really don’t feel good. Overly stuffed and can’t catch my breath, but I think that’s from the damn bloody noses I’ve been getting, so one nostril is all scabby. Off to plague test.
Meh. You’re forgiven, my dear. Here, have a mint.
Best thing about online friends? We can’t smell your B.O./breath/litter box/garbage pail. We lurves you just the way ya are.
A place for everything, and everything in its place.
That’s meeeeeeee!
Okay, but … there’s a corner of my living room that’s turned into the “shove it there & figure out a place for it later” pile.
Which would work fine, except for the whole “make time & energy to figure out places for all this crap,” and then make another pile for the “donate to Goodwill” crap, and another pile for the “oh, just chuck this shit already” crap that’s then gotta be hauled out to the trash bin, and … oh, look, I gotta go to work!
I’m sorry about your dog St Cad.
Irked, came home, walked the dog and et. I have the AC on at this point, but the WPTB are calling for frost Wednesday. Ay yi yi!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Urmph, I forgot. The work drama of the day.
So the meeting? Could have been a TEXT MSSG. It was basically, “Atta boy/girl! Continue being an example to these, ah, kids here!”
He even then said to me, “I know you don’t like that word” in front of the other guy at the meeting … who is … fifteen? sixteen?
Jeebus.
“Other guy” at the meeting is also aware of the theft drama, through some quick gestures and code words.
The “kids” thing was a throwback to me chewing my own G.M. a new one about disrespecting my co-workers.
I think I detailed that earlier.
The theft thing? Oh, boy. Strap in, all ye who love tales of retail madness.
This is probably better suited for the workplace thread in the Pit, but …
So, last week I opened, was put in charge of re-counting both tills and setting up both registers. Cool, cool.
One is spot on (o.k. off by a dime 
) and the other is SHORT A 
HUNDRED DOLLARS.
I panicked, told the other guy I was working with (“Uhh … I re-counted three times. Both tills. Now WTF do I do?”)
He walked me thru the process, while also bitching that, this isn’t the first time.
A.M. has always been around, but fingers got pointed at another guy.
With whom I’m friendly.
Who got his ass fired over a week ago for something unrelated. (Another long, dumb story.) Let’s call him “C.”
Point is, Asshole Manager closed the night before I counted that short till.
In fact, made a point of bitching the next day about how “those kids” had to leave early (dude, they’re minors still in school, they got homework) and how he closed all by his sad lil’ ol’ lonesome.
“C.” is long gone. Can’t blame his ass anymore.
But the till was still short that night. By a hundred bucks. And it’s not the first time - so I’ve heard - that this happened. Always by a convenient amount (20, 100 … something easy to nab) and always when Asshole Manager was around, even when he wasn’t “officially” in charge of counting the tills.
… which, as the General Manager … I mean, dude, you sign off on that paperwork. Buck stops with you.
Oh, and last week, when I didn’t feel well and left a whole entire hour early, because I couldn’t stop … TMI here … I didn’t wanna puke in front of a customer. (Yeah, that’s my “I gotta go” criteria. Not just “I urphed a bit” I’m not some delicate flower.)
Heard the next day A.M. was talking smack that I was faking, and that if anyone went to “C” house that he was sure my car would be in his driveway.
No. Because I was in my bathroom, losing liquid from both ends. I was most certainly not anywhere else.
Have you checked out the Customers Suck board? Bit slow lately, could use some new blood. 
Good news, the plague test came back negative. I guess I’ll just feel like crap for a few days. It is getting on towards allergy season.
Good luck, shoe on the AM situation.
Deepest sympathies St Cad. I just did that a couple of months ago. It gets better, and you did the right thing by being there.
You mean ‘Down here’? 