(Old) When Mom's Away...A Coasterless MMP

Yes, and like me, my boss thinks the best way to solve it is for me to take over the data reporting so I don’t have to wait on other people for the numbers I need. The idea of being able to control every element of a report and do it on my own timeline sounds magical to me.

We already had this talk with my boss, the CEO, and the person in question, and she’s kind of a steamroller, so I had very little chance to say anything, but it seemed like an agreement was reached, that I would put things on her calendar. That has mostly worked. It didn’t seem to work this time. This isn’t a person who is bad at her job generally, this is a person who has way, way too much on her plate, and in my opinion the data reporting responsibilities should be forcibly removed from her if necessary. But she has to train me how to do it. She wanted to train me this week but I was way, way too overwhelmed and needed the time to write this grant, so my boss stepped in and told her to cancel the meeting. My boss does have my back.

There are a lot of great things about my job, and it’s not usually this bad. I’m at peak stress right now, but it’s time-bound. It ends Monday at midnight, where come hell or highwater I’m submitting that grant with whatever information I have at the time. I am sick and getting sicker, I will work on it a little every day, I will do my best, that’s all I can do. I just really wanted to do a really good job, and I’m sad that I don’t have control over that.

I miss my son. I’ve just been a mess. I went off on my husband last night, and it turned into a painful conversation about what’s not currently working in the relationship, and just added to my stress. I don’t know if I have any real marital problems or I’m just seeing everything with dark glasses right now. Yes there are issues but are they We Need Counseling issues or we just need to talk some more? He said he would reflect on what I told him. What I told him is I sometimes felt he lacked empathy for me. I think his job as a psychologist requires him to emotionally distance himself and he has a hard time turning himself back on at the end of the day. I think I have a higher than average need for validation. I think we are both worn out parents with a large amount of responsibility and no logistical support.

We were even talking about the one person who agreed to raise our son if we both died. She agreed before she knew our son had a disability. I think she’s still willing, but he’s starting to doubt she could handle it. But we were just sitting there going, who else? We couldn’t think of a single person who could raise our kid if we died.

Well obviously I am kind of glum right now. Sorry for the ramble.

Well, ratfarts, we won’t be crossing the Antarctic Circle. We won’t go farther south than the 65th parallel. Oh well. I posted a pic on my FB of the route we’ll be taking the next 4 days, starting with seeing the iceberg tomorrow morning.

I’m charging my camera for many photos over the next few days. Plus I can use my tablet and my phone, and FCD has a tablet and phone. I foresee lots of photo editing when we get home.

Soooooo looking forward to tomorrow!

Afternoon all. Swimming has been accomplished along with most of the February shopping, so have expended some energy today. May go out for one more shopping trip to pick up 3/4 more items, but that’s a ‘we’ll see’ proposition. Dinner will be my Big Bowl O’Sallit and I’ll find a few more calories to munch on later this evening. Still over 60F here, but the rain is due about 3am tomorrow and forecast to last most of the day Saturday, so will be an indoors type then.

Coppertone, I’m down to 42" waist now and if I can get it to 40" this year I will be happy with that. If food is needed, there are ways.

FCM, glad the passage is calm, hope it stays that way for the next several days. Looking forward to seeing your pics (eventually) of the Iceberg…just not too close, eh?

Cupcakes best of luck at the trivia. They had it on-board the last cruise I took, we had a group that tried our best, think we won just one night.

Taters, hope Masie is doing better.

talkie, saying ‘oops’ is not a sign of weakness (a lot of folks seem to think it is); it is a sign you can be educated on a topic. Yeah for the treadmill time. And fingers crossed for overlyboy.

Sari, sounds like life is getting a certain…normalacy there. Hope it continues.

Flyboy, hope the watch can be fixed. A $39.99 Timex is about as fancy as I get.

nellie, happy to hear the tooth problem is getting better. And Nelliebly: Doctor Chewer is a pretty neat title to have…

rocky, so have I. we are righteous dudes, we are…

JtC, good luck with the cat-napping.

Spicy, hope things work out on the job, sounds like once things are straight there it may reduce your stress about your son and with your husband. Take care,.

OK, some TV watching and then the final shopping for the day. Take care all.

Doctor saw no sign in my gums of infection, but my ear has wax, which she says she cant remove til Monday as my ear hurts. Huh. She did give me some antibiotic, as she thinks my ear may have an infection, which is why she didn’t dewax me today.
There are protestors blocking traffic in downtown Cleveland, I think they are pro palestinians.

I went to model my new (black) suit jacket for The Missus. They gave me the wrong one, four sizes too small. I’ll have to exchange it tomorrow.

The freezer was delivered and is now cooling down. I’ll be able to start moving food in a couple of hours

Here are the pics that got the kittens a place at United Animal Friends.

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The nice volunteers agree that those sweeties will get adopted soon and they are a no-kill so kitties have time.

We think the kitties are siblings, they are the right age and they both have peach highlights…but who knows?

Everything I have learned about you here makes me admire you so much. That’s a good life.


I have reached my state of Zen with work, where I can control only what I can control and since my head is all clogged my husband suggested I lay down in my super comfortable bed and listen to my favorite podcasts. So I lit a vanilla cupcake candle which I imagine would smell divine if I could smell it, and am now convalescing.

Thanks for saying nice things to me. I’m hoping to be more engaging once this is all over.

Howdy Y’all! High sloth was the order of the day. The day drink of the day was Bloody Bubbas cause we needed to satisfy our inner rednecks. Majik intartoobz pizza and sallit got et. This pretty much sums up the day in swampland.

I’m glad that Maisie will be able to take care of business on her own taters.

Yay on things getting better nellie.

It was such a nice afternoon that I took Nelson to the dog park for an hour. He got to play with his buds Bandit and Jack, as well as a FAST Italian greyhound named Tofu. The cutest Rottie pup named Tank was there too. At 3 months old, he’s almost too big for the small dog side. But it’s good that he’s being socialized with the little guys. We still have a few big dogs who will come over to say hi to the friends they made as puppies on that side of the park.

Not a whole lot shaking for the rest of the evening. If it’s nice tomorrow, I may ride. I also need to hit the grocery outlet sometime to restock the stuff I usually get from there.

That is such a kind thing to say, thank you so much.

I do feel the need to tell you that I’m not always that nice, Jane the Cane refers to the time I wacked someone so hard on the head that I broke his collar bone.

I’m glad you are more settled about your work, but this really spoke to me. I really do understand that feeling. You have an important job and you touch the lives of many others. Of course it is important to you that your job gets done well and so very frustrating that it is out of your control.

Nellie, I am happy your tooth feels better. There is nothing worse than dental pain.

May you live in boring times!

Fingers crossed as well! I hope the news was even better than hoped.

Isn’t it just crazy? It was in the high 60s here.

I’m glad the GR had a good time, you deserve some tired dogs once in a while!

Are you sure we aren’t married to the same guy? Sometimes I just wanna smack mine…Put your goddamned hearing aids in and then you would be able to hear me speak without yelling!

I am very proud of you!

I sure hope the antibiotics work, all of your head stuff is connected to the other head stuff so its not surprising that you weren’t sure where the pain was coming from.

I napped. I had an Aviation for cocktail hour. Making Chicken Chile Verde, and I added rice, tomatillos, and 2 serranos to kick it up.

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  1. You’re doing what you can. B. Don’t worry about the rant, “Shared pain is decreased” and all that.

Coppertone, hope the antibiotics work for you.

Awwwww

Glad to hear.

My wife tells me I don’t listen to her. At least that’s what I think she said.

Out at the beach on Full Moon evening which is always an extra big party. At a Brazilian place with live music enjoying multiple caipirinhas. They’re an acquired taste, but utterly worth it.

It’s a damned shame Portuguese is an impossible language. I could live there very easily.

Got a massive amount of my shit done today. Tomorrow is packing up the stuff to store in the storage unit I got today.

When we got married we combined two large fully equipped kitchens. Back then I took the perspective that I wasn’t that attached to my stuff, so we kept ~2/3rds of hers and jettisoned most of mine. OK.

I’m trying now to minimize her inconvenience, so intending to leave all our dishes that started out mine, etc. So today she announces that 100% of my old stuff is unwelcome in her life so I either take it or she pitches it.

If I was vindictive I’d leave 100% of it just to make her go to the hassle of donating or dumpstering it all. But I’m not vindictive.

Sigh. I triggered this, but I didn’t cause a bunch of it. Convenient that I don’t actually care. America is awash in housewares.

Congrats Nellie on your progress.

Two months after Mrs. L.A.'s birthday, I finally took her out for Birthday Dinner. First we went to Black Forest Steak House. We each had a Manhattan, Caesar salad, and New York steak; plus we got a bottle of merlot. She was played Happy Birthday on cow bells by our (German, from München) server. After, we went to Smuggler’s Tunnel Speakeasy, where we each had two Hemingway daiquiris and we shared a shrimp cocktail. $280 later, we’re home again. :slight_smile:

Back from the store. It was raining buckets so I took the bus. While I was shopping, my sister (the OCD nephew’s mom) called. It’s very stressful having an adult kid with severe OCD and other issues. She does fine for months, and then gets upset and needs encouragement. She’s a wonderful sister, so I was glad to help.

Then I got a sad text. My friend’s dog died. She’s the one who has stage 4 cancer. He was a good boy, and I was very fond of him. Mostly German shepherd, he looked like Johnny Depp because he had Jack Sparrow liner around his eyes. When he was young, he once got so excited when I came over that he jumped clear over my head! I used to dog-sit him, so we were good chums. I sent a donation to Old Dog Haven, as I do whenever someone close to me loses a dog.

Despite all that, I’m actually pretty cheerful. My son and DIL made a video call to me. Today is her birthday, and they wanted me to watch her opening her gift from me. She seemed happy with it. And I got to see the dogs, who wagged tails and gazed at the phone when I talked to them. :slight_smile:

MetalMouse, Doctor Chewer’s sounds like a job for Maisie or Buster or their Golden Raisins, but what the heck. I’ve had my shots.

Spice Weasel, I’m so glad you’ve become a regular here. You have a tough row to hoe, so it’s no wonder that you get emotionally exhausted now and then. I hope you get to rest over the weekend.

doggio, I had to look up the Aviation cocktail. I do admire a man who owns creme de violette.

OK, I don’t like her any more. I won’t say more than that–for now, anyway.

Me either.

And I doubt I will be able to be as circumspect and genteel as our nellie. I’ll try because we’re all nice dammit!

Tortie!!!

They are beautiful.

Got a text from my remaining uncle while we were at dinner. My cousin says she has an appointment to make arrangements for her father’s (my other uncle’s) services for the 31st… which is when my suit pants are supposed to arrive. Tomorrow we’ll go get cat litter and gooshy food, and exchange my four-sizes-too-small suit jacket for the right one at Mens’ Wearhouse.

Supposedly the body shop will paint my gas tank over the weekend so that I can pick it up Monday. Supposedly.

Agreed.

I was impressed the Likker Sto had it.

Errado!

At least 216,422,446 people would disagree with you!

You are a smart guy who is willing to learn things. I’m more than willing to bet a wheel of aged cheddar that if you were to rent an apartment in Brazil for 6 months and spent all of your time living in that world…using your poor skills at every chance, asking nice people to translate, watching dubbed American TV without subtitles, listening to the radio…you would be conversational by the end of your lease.

I learned conversational Japanese when I was stationed in Okinawa and spending most of my time in an English speaking environment. Total immersion would have been so much better.

Plus, Portuguese uses Latin letters which really does make reading easier for those of us who aren’t used to Hiragana symbols.

You can just skip past the blurred stuff if you don’t mind.

I’m pretty sure that has been a pretty big club for quite a while.

That is so cute! I wonder what they were thinking about the scentless voice coming from their peoples favorite toy.

Her little white toes just charmed the heck out of me. The poor little girl would come running and begging to be picked up as soon as I called, the gray and peach one would wait until she heard/saw me putting food down.

Of course I didn’t just contact one rescue place looking for a spot for them, I reached out to all of them. Three of them contacted me back asking for more details so I sent them the pics. One of them said they had room and hubs and I were able to put the grabs on them while trusting that GPS would get the freezer delivery truck lost. The truck got lost and hubs was able to get home before the driver got out of the fucking roundabouts so freezer delivery and placement happened as planned.

When I got home, I contacted all of the rescue agencies I had reached out to with a “Thank you for everything you do, I really appreciate it. UAF has room today so the kitties will are there now. Our community is so blessed to have such wonderful people doing so many kind things for us. Thank you so much for your consideration and time.” suck up emails. They need to know that kitties have been rescued, and I know that this will happen again so of course I want them to remember me fondly.

I got an almost instant reply from one of the groups thanking me for my consideration because almost nobody thought to tell them to stop trying to find room. That made me sad.

I have everything moved from the chest freezer to the upright which is now very full. Hubs started doing the grocery shopping when he retired…mostly because I refused to work full time and deal with shopping and housework while he spent his days online.

I should have keep better track of what was going on in the freezer, we have stupid amounts of commercial frozen veggies, including many bags of the veggies he has seen me freeze. We have stacks and stacks of unlabeled containers that I’m assuming are stews or chillies. (We will be doing many mystery meals in the near future.) I found egg bites that I had made for him a year ago and sausage patties I had baked a year and a half ago. (Of course I label my stuff.)

Sigh. There are so many signs I missed when he started losing his mind. I wish I had paid better attention, but it was so slow. I think I know how a frog feels when the water gets a little warm.

Drive-thru workers also handle cash, which is even filthier than dog drool.

There’s supposed to be a bright-white line between whoever handles the register(s) and whoever’s handling or preparing food.

But as with all jobs, “supposed to” and “should” are worth precisely what you paid for 'em.

Neat!!

That’s his way of helping - suggesting what you needed to hear. I hope your convalescence helped. Clogged head-holes suck almost as badly as dental pain.

… which I guess are kinda the same thing.

That’s friggin’ adorable.

I’m fairly certain you picked up some conversational Spanish, during your various travels and exploits.
Just make it sound “shloopy” instead of staccato, and you’re halfway there.

+1

Well, anything purple makes ME happy. :purple_heart:


I’ve read all, and I see there’s lotsa {{ huggzz }} needed all 'round.

Need to decompress, myself. New Kid was a no-call/no-show, and Special Girl’s dad (e.g. her ride home) showed up almost an hour early, so we were really short handed … so of COURSE the two teenagers did a fantastic job holding down the stools in the break area while verifying their phones worked.

… while the adults, yanno, worked.

I’m so sick of those two.

Last job - the hellhole BBQ joint - one of the best things about it was the crew. Some shifts, combined the others added up to my age, but they were smart, and they did their shit, and we held that place together.
They had their silly teenage drama, sometimes (I mean, who hasn’t been sixteen and in luuuurve?) but overall, they were hard workers.

These two? They work juuuuust enough to not get in real trouble.
And it gets 4000% worse when Sweet Manager isn’t around to crack the metaphorical whip. (She’s much nicer about it than I would be.)

I was really hoping New Kid would replace one of them; when he showed up, he was fast, learned quickly, and looked for tasks to do rather than finding opportunities to dick around on his phone.

when he showed up. This isn’t the first time he left us in the lurch, and I’m pretty sure he’s run out of chances.

Which sucks, because instead of a semi-unreliable but very hard worker, we have these two fuckers who show up sometimes way ahead of schedule (and clock in promptly, gotta make that paper!) but do a fantastic job of doing … not all that much.


Alright, that’s quite enough of my bullshit. I need to eat something that’s not somebody else’s cold messed-up pizza order.