New "List of Bullshit: Addition: Optimism
Anyone remember my post a few months back about my new positive outlook? Well, update on my new outlook: I've lost 10 weeks and decided that optimism should be high on the List of Bullshit.
Right after I posted my new and positive view of the world, I got a new job. It was exactly the type of work I was looking for. I’ve now discovered that my boss is a mix of Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada and Hugh Grant in Two Weeks Notice. He’s needy and demanding. I’m replacing two people - one quit and the other, who apparently walks on water, is retiring. It is constantly on the tip of my tongue to remind him that I’m not the retiring woman. She worked for him for 20 years and knows his every whim…I’ve been there two months. He also made me get rid of my Android phone that I loved to get an iPhone that I hate. I work anywhere from 50-60 hours a week and I’m still buried. The money is good for the area where we live and keeps me getting up each morning to go to work…I’ll be doing that at four-thirty tomorrow so I can go in early because I have to get off at five, but damn. So that little wish bit me straight in the ass.
The extra hours did help in one aspect. I caught the flu about two weeks ago and was sicker than I’ve been since I was in high school (many, many moons ago). Because I was so sick, I lost seven pounds. So I guess I have that going for me.
I have not, though, had the time to start a running regime. I come home dragging from work and want nothing more than to crawl into bed. I usually spend a few precious minutes with my family and then fall asleep on the couch. That is if my oldest doesn’t have baseball. He’s good and we’re encouraging parents, but, God, I can’t wait for a reprieve. He made All-Stars (Yeah! Proud mommy!) which means tournaments all next week…in a town 1.5 hours away. If they lose I’ll only have to drive down there two night next week. If they win, then four. *facepalms*
Within a month of my last post, I lost my maternal uncle to cancer. It affected my mother terribly as she was there with him at the end (they were in Florida and I’m in North Carolina). Now, we just found out that my paternal uncle has inoperable lung cancer. The hits just keep coming.
Oh and speaking of my mother, did I mention that she lives with us half the year and right now is that half? I think I might go insane! My whole life is on its ear. My family is out of sorts and off schedule. Our routine is shot to hell. She’s reorganized my kitchen (which is a killing offense) and is trying to do the same with our lives because apparently my kitchen and life are inefficient. Problem is, I liked my life just fine, thank you, and now I can’t find anything in the kitchen.
And then there is my writing. My plan to write a 1000 words a day? Yeah, so not happening. I’ve written a chapter and a half. That’s it. nearmiss76 bid on me at auction forever ago and I have been working on this story. She must think that I totally forgot about her which I didn’t. I just haven’t had the time or energy.
In a nutshell…I feel out of control (which I hate because I’m a total control freak), an unintentional workaholic and a terrible wife and mother. My husband had to go to away week before last and I ended up crying one night while he was gone. I can count on one had with fingers left over the times I’ve cried in the last ten years. I don’t normally post like this, but I needed to get it out even if nobody reads it.
Right after I posted my new and positive view of the world, I got a new job. It was exactly the type of work I was looking for. I’ve now discovered that my boss is a mix of Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada and Hugh Grant in Two Weeks Notice. He’s needy and demanding. I’m replacing two people - one quit and the other, who apparently walks on water, is retiring. It is constantly on the tip of my tongue to remind him that I’m not the retiring woman. She worked for him for 20 years and knows his every whim…I’ve been there two months. He also made me get rid of my Android phone that I loved to get an iPhone that I hate. I work anywhere from 50-60 hours a week and I’m still buried. The money is good for the area where we live and keeps me getting up each morning to go to work…I’ll be doing that at four-thirty tomorrow so I can go in early because I have to get off at five, but damn. So that little wish bit me straight in the ass.
The extra hours did help in one aspect. I caught the flu about two weeks ago and was sicker than I’ve been since I was in high school (many, many moons ago). Because I was so sick, I lost seven pounds. So I guess I have that going for me.
I have not, though, had the time to start a running regime. I come home dragging from work and want nothing more than to crawl into bed. I usually spend a few precious minutes with my family and then fall asleep on the couch. That is if my oldest doesn’t have baseball. He’s good and we’re encouraging parents, but, God, I can’t wait for a reprieve. He made All-Stars (Yeah! Proud mommy!) which means tournaments all next week…in a town 1.5 hours away. If they lose I’ll only have to drive down there two night next week. If they win, then four. *facepalms*
Within a month of my last post, I lost my maternal uncle to cancer. It affected my mother terribly as she was there with him at the end (they were in Florida and I’m in North Carolina). Now, we just found out that my paternal uncle has inoperable lung cancer. The hits just keep coming.
Oh and speaking of my mother, did I mention that she lives with us half the year and right now is that half? I think I might go insane! My whole life is on its ear. My family is out of sorts and off schedule. Our routine is shot to hell. She’s reorganized my kitchen (which is a killing offense) and is trying to do the same with our lives because apparently my kitchen and life are inefficient. Problem is, I liked my life just fine, thank you, and now I can’t find anything in the kitchen.
And then there is my writing. My plan to write a 1000 words a day? Yeah, so not happening. I’ve written a chapter and a half. That’s it. nearmiss76 bid on me at auction forever ago and I have been working on this story. She must think that I totally forgot about her which I didn’t. I just haven’t had the time or energy.
In a nutshell…I feel out of control (which I hate because I’m a total control freak), an unintentional workaholic and a terrible wife and mother. My husband had to go to away week before last and I ended up crying one night while he was gone. I can count on one had with fingers left over the times I’ve cried in the last ten years. I don’t normally post like this, but I needed to get it out even if nobody reads it.