Random Tuesday Thoughts: Tuesdays are my Mondays

I work Tuesday through Saturday, so every week I go into work on Tuesday, and everyone has already gotten through there Monday. Well for me, I experience that back to work blah feeling on Tuesday and not Monday. It really sucks to be the only one working who doesn't want to be there...oh wait. Nevermind. It just really sucks working and I'll leave it at that. Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays.

Speaking of working, guess how many actual working days I have left. Go on, I'll wait. If your guess was 33, you're wrong. However, if instead you thought it was 11 then you win a prize for being right! Hopefully the knowledge that you are incredibly insightful will be enough, it's all I've got.

My replacement has been hired, whoopie! He starts shadowing me in a few days, won't that be a lot of fun! I'm not really a people person, and I don't like other people in my space. But soon I will have my very own sidekick. I wonder if I should make us matching T-shirts?

My Father in law is flying into town later this morning, and I am fortunate enough to say that I'm really looking forward to it. He's a great guy, and we get along pretty well. Which works out great, since you know, I'm moving down there so that we can be neighbors an all. He's an amazing person, Justin shares a lot of the same great qualities. I am so happy that Tysen is going to grow up with such a wonderful grandpa. His grandma is pretty darn great too, but she isn't coming into town, so she isn't part of this random paragraph. Well, now she is I suppose.

It's late, I haven't had much sleep in the last few days, so forgive me for this being totally lame.

I think I must have been the last person to know about the IsParade app for Twitter. Oh my god! I can't stop watching it. Seriously, what is wrong with me that I am this easily entertained?

Thank you for your kind words on yesterdays post. I hadn't had a chance to read the comments until just a few minutes ago. I appreciate the support especially when I question myself.

And with that bit of sentimentality this edition of Random Tuesday Thoughts brought to you by the letter L for Lame, is done. Please head on over to Keely's place for even better random.

Who is that crazy lady in the mirror?

I'm not really proud of myself lately. It takes a lot to admit, but I've become that mom I always swore I wouldn't be. It seems these days that I just don't have any patience when it comes to Tysen and his misbehaving. A dear, kind friend told me that it was likely due to the stress of moving. She's probably right; but I still feel like a crappy parent.

Yesterday I found myself yelling, actually full of anger directed at my dear sweet boy. The behavior wasn't any different than one he might have had a month or so ago. But twice Sunday I was ashamed to realize that I had lost it and had stopped being the rational, controlled mom I used to be.

It's not just Tysen that seems to push me from calm to crazy in a matter of seconds, but I notice it most when it's directed at a two year old. He still loves me, still gives me hugs and kisses. But I feel like a horrible parent when I look into his beautiful blue eyes that hold only love and affection.

I have to find a balance between crazy stressed out psycho and the happy zen I long to be. It's obvious I won't be returning to the land of unicorns and cotton candy for a while. Hopefully I can survive this place for now, without doing too much damage to Tysen. I hate that I'm so freaked out all the time and I can't just let it go. I want to let it go, but obviously it's not happening.

I need to take some deep breaths and go meditate or something.

Mocha Friday

There are a lot of things I don't like about my job. A LOT. I could go on for hours and I am pretty sure most of my friends could recite the list backwards and forwards. All of these make for a very long work week. But at the end of the week, it's Friday. Not just any Friday, but Mocha Friday. This has been a long standing tradition I have joyfully shared with two of the greatest friends I'll ever have.





We've walked this path countless times, sharing our joys and our sorrows. It's the time I have to share my burdens with someone who gladly takes it on and for me to return the favor. I don't know how I would have made it through a lot of the challenges I've faced the last few years without this quiet walk with my friends. We've shared some pretty funny stories along this path, some stories that maybe we didn't share with anyone else.

We leave for our new home on a Friday. It will be one of many Fridays without my friends and our tradition. We've missed many Mocha Fridays throughout the years due to days off or unexpected work changes. But there won't be a next week or a week after that and Fridays will never be the same.



I love you guys.

Wordless Wednesday: 17 Days Left!!

 

Wordless Wednesday: This is just the beginning

 

Boxes, and Packing Tape, and Moving Trucks. OH MY!

I’m not sure if you know this, but I’m moving.  I know, shocking, right?  I don’t mention it often, since it’s rarely in the forefront of my mind.  As if that could ever happen!  I think about it constantly!  There are empty boxes everywhere, just waiting to be taped and packed and taped again.  There are half full boxes waiting for more things to be thrown in there.  There are full boxes waiting to be taken to the donation drop off which is only open on weekends.  Who thought that one up, by the way? I am BUSY PACKING on the weekends, I don’t have time to drop shit off until the following day.  Maybe I’m the only one with this problem though, who knows.

I’ve been scouring the internets for hints and tips and plans and everything moving related.  The husband likes to say that a little information is dangerous, and a lot of information in my hands is even worse.  He’s a real joker that one.  But I need that, I need to know.  If I don’t have a plan, I feel lost and confused.  And I think we all know I’ve got enough of those feelings to last long enough without adding to the mix.

My poor child is actually looking forward to moving to Texas, I’m not sure what’s going on in his crazy mind.  He is only two, that might have something to do with it.  All he knows is that he gets to fly on an airplane and he’ll be seeing Nana and Papa a LOT more often.  What’s not to like?  Every day he asks me if it’s time to go to Texas.  He is ready to pack up his toys and get on with the move.  I wish I could be a little more like him, but I’m not, I’m me.  And this me is slightly terrified.

We have to figure out how to get all of our stuff down there along with our super earth friendly Ford Explorer.  We had been planning to rent a GIANT truck (duh!) and a trailer and hook one up to the other and off the husband goes for his three day drive.  He won’t be alone, he’ll be getting in some father-son bonding time with my father-in-law, and they will share the driving duties.  Unfortunately after some online research it appears that our gas guzzler might be too heavy to tow behind a moving truck.  So now we’re trying to figure that one out. Oh, and the Explorer?  The AC isn’t working.  Awesome, right?

Anywhat, we are trying to figure all these little details out that add up to one GIANT move.  I know people have moved across the country before, even to different continents.  I’m not the first, I’m not original. But it’s the first time for me.  Maybe some of those brave souls who have had to trek thousands of miles with a few decades worth of crap cherished possessions can offer some times, maybe a little advice to keep me from going off into crazy land.  Please, tell this novice what to DO!!

I survived Monday, only to find I had to write a post Tuesday. This is all I’ve got.

It’s Tuesday, which means we managed to survive another Monday.  It also means it’s time for some random, so read this, and then head on over to The Un Mom for some more random.  You can’t have enough random in your life.  I wonder how many times I can say random in one paragraph.

I often find myself very annoying, so I can only imagine what others must think of me.  Maybe I should clarify.  I often find myself in situations that annoy me, only I somehow manage to perpetuate the situation so that it happens over and over again.  And then I become annoyed with myself once I noticed my actions. I know I need to stop, but somehow I can’t.  I should probably explain, but I like being all cryptic with you this morning.

The husband and I are often fighting over who is taking up more space in our bed.  He seems to think that somehow he is entitled to more room just because he’s taller and bigger.  I don’t think so.  We’re married, so that means I get at LEAST half, if not more.  That’s how God intended it.  Granted, we have a king size bed, you’d think there would be more than enough room for both of us.  Somehow there never is though.

I’ve mentioned before that I do my best thinking around 1:00am.  The problem with this is that I think all that great wisdom and creativity somehow seeps into my pillow around 5:00am, because I always wake up just as dull and boring as the day before.  I need to somehow end this vicious and draining cycle.

I went to the dentist yesterday, it was not a barrel of laughs.  I had a headache when I got there, so things didn’t go so well.  I love my dentist, he’s Canadian, and talks like he is.  I think the reason my dentist loves me is that I have FANTASTIC dental coverage.  We’re in a recession here people, dental insurance is becoming a thing of the past, and here I am, double covered.  I’m probably one of the few patients who can still pay my bill.  So of course he wants to see me again in a few weeks, I’m just that awesome.

I have ten weeks left of work.  TEN.  WEEKS.  People, that’s hardly anything!  It will be over in the blink of an eye.  After that, no more early Saturday mornings, no more bossing people around (except the husband of course).  Then it will be all cardboard boxes and moving trucks.  Oh, the joy.  I can hardly contain myself.

Wordless Wednesday: Too Much Junk = 7 Bags For Donation

I don’t know, and I really don’t care, so please stop asking me stupid questions.

Last week I worked in a different office, filling in for someone who was out taking care of her very pregnant daughter.  This person and I aren’t exactly BFFs, in fact I am pretty sure she despises me.  I’m ambivalent.  I was probably asked about 500 times if the daughter had had her baby.  Being the nice person I am, I politely said I had no idea.  What I wanted to say was more along the lines of, “I don’t know, and what’s more, I really don’t give a damn.” It is entirely possible I did say this once or twice but it all sort of blurs together into one big obnoxious week.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m moving, well this also means that I’m quitting my job.  Positions such as mine do not open all that often, people usually die before they retire or quit.  You can imagine the euphoria some people felt when my position was posted two weeks ago.  It was quite a site to behold, people who hadn’t given me the time of day before were suddenly my new besties.  All this attention was definitely unwanted on my part, considering I’ve been there almost seven years and it seems a little late to be making nice.  Of course, if someone were to try to bribe me with cake I definitely wouldn’t turn that down.

I love how blogger sends me an email, notifying me of new comments.  I’m an instant gratification sort of gal, so this works out pretty well.  I would like for blogger to stop sending me notifications when I comment on my own posts.  I’m pretty sure I’m away that I have written something and then hit the submit button.  I’m slow, but not quite that slow.

My two year old is a big Dora fan, much to my chagrin.  The other day he was watching an episode of Dora while The Hubs and I were cleaning.  Dora is a big fan of positive reinforcement, but what I heard next was a little much, even for me.  “Great super blowing” Dora exclaimed to her young listening audience.  The Hubs and I started laughing and realized that Dora had a pivotal decision to make, did she spit or swallow?

On that uncomfortable note, go visit The Un Mom for even more random.

Change can be a good thing, but it scares the crap out of me

 

I do not like change.  I like routines, I like order, I like knowing that the way I did things on Monday is probably the way I will do them again on Tuesday.  I am a pretty big fan of predictability, surprise frightens me and the unknown makes me pee my pants. 

That being said, it’s pretty much the exact opposite of what my life will look like in a few short months.  These days, I know where I’m going to buy my groceries, which gas station I will stop at on the way to and from said grocery store, what time I need to leave my house to get to work on time.  Soon that will all be a thing of the past, and I’m not really a fan of that.

Once we move to Texas, EVERYTHING will be different.  We’ll have to find a new bank because ours is a local credit union.  We will have to go to a different grocery and I’m pretty sure they don’t have Safeway or QFC.  What will I do without the delicious bakeries of both those stores?  And driving to work?  Who freaking knows if I’m even going to be working, let alone where or when or how or what!  There are just so many unanswered questions and I really don’t like that.

Not only do I loath change, but I like planning.  I can’t plan for the things that I don’t know yet and the list of unknowns keeps growing everyday.  Hell, I don’t even know the exact date we are moving, and that’s a pretty big one.  So, once you add up all the unknowns and pile them with the changes that are freaking me out, I am a long way from my happy place.  There are days I want to bury my head in the sand and not think about all that, but instead I get out my big yellow notepad and make a list and a plan.

Do you need a job? Take mine!

Today is the last day to apply for my job, the description and applications materials are all online. Though, you'll need to be patient, because technically it is still MY job, at least through the end of June. Our HR department is really on the ball with this one, either that or they want to leave plenty of time for procrastination. Personally, I think it's the latter.


When I first saw that my position had been posted, I was incredibly saddened. This was my first real job that didn't include a cash register. Though I've never viewed it as a career and I vowed I wouldn't stay longer than three years. My last day will be just a few weeks shy of my 7 year anniversary. That's a lot of time invested in not only the work I do on a daily basis, but also the people I work with. Truth be told, I will miss my coworkers and my two incredible bosses more than the actually work. I also felt as though I was being rushed out the door, sort of "here's your hat, what's your hurry." I don't think it had been a full week after I handed in my separation notice that they posted. Do you think they are trying to tell me something? Nahh, probably not...


Now, I have set VERY high standards while working in this position, and I have some very big shoes to fill. And you might think that I'll just be phoning it in for the next few months, but I promise you that isn't true. Granted, it is government work, so the standards have slipped through the years, and I only wear a size 7, but we don't need to focus on the details. The important thing is planning my going away party!


I expect there to be lots and lots of cake. It will probably be during work hours, so alcohol is optional, though not discouraged. And it should NOT be a surprise. My office LOVES throwing a surprise party. Not sure who comes up with the great ideas to keep this up, but I think we should put a stop to it upon my departure.


So, you have until 5:00 pm PST to get those application materials in! Sure you'll have to fax it, but lets face it, this is a choice opportunity! Who knows, maybe I'll even be in on your interview, now won't that be fun!