I'm writing this under cover of darkness here in the office. Roid has been in rare form, and this morning, after taking more of her poop than any person should have to, I sniped at her. Twice. It got me 2 hours of quiet, but then after that, I had to watch every little sound coming out of my office, and SuperSnoop there can hear me type, and since I can actually type & not hunt & peck, she knows I'm not just entering an application, or something like that. Jeez, who'd have thought I'd be like a prisoner, sneaking my own lunch hour on the sly so that I could email, or check here, when she can't listen for me. Nosy bugger!
I was supposed to have a nice, easy, relaxing 2 days, since my loan consultant was going away to a meeting. Unfortunately, what happened was that Roid was unsupervised, and took full advantage of that time to be UP MY BUTT the whole time. I even made a lunch date with a long-time friend to meet up near the office, just to get a break from her. Sigh! So, even though I have enough work to take me thru about 3 hours the 2 days, I was going to try to clean up the pipeline, make calls on new construction, and try to get a head start for Feb, since it will be a short month. Nooooo, instead I have Roid wanting to clear out the desk and file cabinet of our lost member after the Great Exodus. They have found someone to replace her- she starts on Feb 1. Now, instead of letting the new girl arrange her own space, and set up her own desk, and instead of letting me get on with my own stuff, Roid pushes, and pushes, and pushes, asking "will you have time to go thru things today? This morning? After lunch?" I told her don't wait on my account, and if she wanted to go thru it, go ahead, she doesn't need me. Of course, that was perceived as me being *****y and not wanting to help, and she can't do it alone cuz her arm hurts, waaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaaaaaah.
I had enough. I got up, opened the drawers, and dumped the contents on the top of the desk. I opened the big 4 drawer file cabinet, consolidated all the things that needed to stay, like letterhead, envelopes, labels, marketing materials, etc. Anything that was loose, or needed to be grouped together & identified, went right on the desk. I made HER go thru the pile of crap. I think at that point she knew better than to complain that weeding through a desktop full of loose paper, cards, pamphlets and folders was going to hurt her arm. Then, I took 10 minutes to pee, get a drink, try to vent to the receptionist, and no sooner did I get back to the desk than I see her stuffing things into the recycle bin, instead of sorting them. I think I've hit my breaking point. This woman will spend more time trying to get me to do her job than it would have taken her to just do it. She'll waste more effort complaining about why she shouldn't have to do something, instead of sucking it up and taking care of the client. And the running commentary from the peanut gallery all day. I would gladly puncture my own eardrums at this point, just for the peace & quiet. Sigh.
This morning, episode 2 of RoidRage. I don't even get 2 feet inside the building, feed my dollar into the machine & get my diet coke, and start on my way to the desk....she's already in front of me giving me the laundry list of tasks that she's going to shaft the new girl with. And she's worrying about hierarchy, and who gets to tell the new girl what to do, instead of looking forward to someone coming aboard who can be cross trained to back us up, instead of being a copy & file girl. She made 2 really snotty comments, and when I lashed out at her, I lashed hard. And told her that SHE could do some of that herself, but instead she acts like it's beneath her. She lied & tried to say our boss didn't want her doing that. Bullcrap, Roid. I was there when you went crying to our boss to get out of it. She tries to cover it up. Roid, I was there. I heard you. I guess that's the difference between us- I can't sit up at the front desk & just twiddle my thumbs for an hour, I'll take marketing up with me to work on. That got me 2 hours of quiet, but also left me in the position of having to play perfect employee today. Bleah.
This week has been a write off, food and exercise wise. Water- 32oz was the most I got in on any one day. It was sucking. I was sucking. And it has been hot here, so I should have been draining glass after glass after glass. Alas, it has been the week from Hades all around.
Hubby has a lot of work to finish up tonight, so we won't be leaving for the new house until Saturday morning. I think I will take advantage of the evening to do some more laundry, and try to get ahead for next week. Get more towels and sheets done, and while they are drying, get my work clothes washed & hung to drip dry while we are gone. Fold what I can. I need to remember to bring the carpet sweeper up, and the "clean sheets" carpet fresh. Someone, remind me!

Oh, and bring the cheap hurricane corded phones, so we can make sure the lines work on Saturday.
Phone installation will be happening, possibly cable, if we can get it set up for Saturday, too. Hubby has been making those calls, so I won't know until tonight. Have to do some filing/weeding of the paperwork and mail that has stacked up this week. Bills are mostly paid...I should actually get a bonus check on the 31st- let's see what my raise actually nets me where it counts. Carrying these 2 houses & all the start-up costs, and little things are nickel and diming me to death right now!
Ok, enough complaining. I need to declare 1 day a week for all complaints, and the rest of the time, I need to just take it all in stride, instead of ranting and raving, and well, annoying everyone who has to read about how miserable I am at that moment in time.

Sorry you have to endure it, chickies. If not for venting, my head might explode. I don't know how Lisa manages, with all her chaos, and the boys, too!
Comments du jour: In no order, and probably in no sense, either...
Lisa- poor thing! I'd have told you that you had glop on your face. No, wait, I'd also have licked my finger & used "mom-spit" to scrub the stuff off your face. (please tell me I'm not the only one whose mom thought that mom-saliva = formula 409). And such great news about your dad!
Lisa's hubby- great job on the Sonoma, and making it happen!
TBJ- keep racking up those green days, girl! when do you take the bar?
Julie- way to go with the bike, chica. hug the little munchkin for me. And where the heck is your hubby when I need his help? LOL.
MsRD- So glad that your mom is getting such wonderful care, and that they take an interest in her. Just wish that time with her wasn't always such a trigger for you. And your DH- housework- I swear men must not care if the filth piles up around them- as long as they have a path to the fridge, and the TV, it isn't dirty, right? Good to hear DH is ok! Definitely an adventure, chickie.
Elisha- crazy busy- OMG, I should hire an assistant. There's so much more I need to do, just don't have the time, or the energy for. And then when I get home, I just want to plop down, and 15 minutes...well, you know the routine, becomes 2 hours, and then time for bed. I almost thing you & Steve will me moved, married, and fully settled in before I even get done schlepping stuff back & forth. Love the idea of the consistency challenge. Doing it is everything. And hey, we can do anything for 28 days, right? Almost enough time to maybe make it a habit! Did you get a closing date set???
Pam- consider this year of maintenance in itself- you kept off the weight that you had lost- think of it as a preview of the rest of your life. You've done an amazing job so far. And with all the compliments you are getting- your hard work and effort shows.
Ditto that to all the chickies here- no matter how much more we have to go, look at how far we've come already. No- seriously- just take a look at where we started, and the battles we've won. Kick butt, chickies.
TBJ- 90 calorie EACH cookie? ACK!!! I don't even want to know about gooey chocolate chip ones if plain shorbread is that bad!
Betani- Same thing as Pam- you've accomplished so much already. At this point, every day I make the effort to start over, and don't seem to get everything in line to make it all happen. Practice makes better, and you'll get there. Don't kill the vendor- You kill my Roid, and I'll take out the vendor.

No motive that way.
Ok, chickies....time to finish this up. took more than 30 minutes, but then again, Roid was late back, so it's a wash...

Have a wonderful Friday, and a super weekend if I don't make it back here tonight!