Update, long overdue


SO! At work things are going the same. Because of my demotion from the EDU back to the PD I don’t get the 3% raise that state employees are supposed to get. Unless I get a special evaluation, which I have asked for. Since that was denied, the union thinks it is in retaliation for the complaint I made about not being interviewed for the Executive Secretary position. I certainly agree, so they have gone to Human Resources to have a meeting.

It makes me sad. I’m doing the best job I can here, and they are denying me a pitiful 3% raise. SIGH! On the other hand, I’ve learned how to do fingerprints. (Get it? Other hand? I just kill myself! HA HA!!!!)

We moved into our new apartment over the weekend, but the air conditioner doesn’t work and neither does the stove. Oh, and the electricity in our bed and bathroom. Yeah, real nice. We had to shower and dress in the dark this morning. So no snide comments about my appearance. Tim had to use a lighter to find my shoes for me. He was very helpful. =-)

Since Dustin doesn’t have school today, he and his friends and my 10 year old nephew are staying at the apartment to play video games and be boys all day. Tim wanted to stay home too, but I convinced him to go to work. He knew they would be having much more fun than he would all day.

Have a nice week!

Current Mood: cranky

I Don’t Usually Push Back

These days I’ve been kind of tired of the shenanigans at work, and I’m going to unload for a bit. I’ve been passed over yet again for a promotion that I am totally qualified for. I have a degree, I have years of experience, and I am a very nice person. The person that got the promotion? A 21-year old with no experience. This isn’t Hooter’s people. This is a University. So, I decided to push back for once. I don’t usually do that. I normally just smile and take it. I was the Angry Bitch a few years ago, and it got old. But this isn’t anger. It’s just me being tired of all the crap. So, without any anger whatsoever I called my union rep and relayed the story, and now I have a meeting tonight. It would be a nice raise for me, and Goddammit I deserve it. I’ve worked long and hard enough. I’m going to push back.

Sometimes we surf the web, just blithely linking and following things of interest, and then we find something we didn’t really mean to. I happened upon something the other day that ruined my week, made me sick, and kept me up a few nights. Just a few thoughts: there are some evil people at work in the world, and some of them like to post their handiwork online. Even if you don’t mean to, you could stumble across something horrible, and spend days trying to scrub the slime out of your brain. Just be careful out there.

Everyone I know is on MySpace, as is the rest of the known universe. I think there is even a Klingon section now, and the Druids are coming on board soon. I like MySpace a lot. It looks like fun, and you can make your page all kinds of interesting with pictures and music and personalized crap. My son has a page that I have never visited, since a 16 year old should have some privacy from his Mommy. Live Journal is all the blog I’m going to do. It’s hard enough for me to write my current thoughts, much less find cool tunage to accompany my witty repartee. So, just imagine I’m humming something by the Dead Milkmen whilst you read and we’ll be god to go. Bunnies Rule!!!

Current Mood: disappointed
Current Music: Me, humming loudly

I had an interview yesterday with another office on campus. It went well, I think, and they seem like nice people. I got good vibes from them, anyway.

I’m starting to feel the effects of my Topomax. I spent five minutes staring at the wall this morning whilst getting dressed. And I keep laughing at stupid things, like my own toes. Yeah, good times. Oh, and I have diarrhea. GOOD times. But the rewards are worth the bad things. I get to be medicated and strange for a while, but I will eventually even out and perhaps lose some weight. YAY!!!

Let’s all hold hands and sing the Barney song!

Current Location: Wurk
Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Huh?

Movies are cool!

So, we went to see Talladega Nights on Sunday, and it was amazingly funny. Will Farrell is a genius, and so are his costars. Especially funny were the scenes where he was praying to baby Jesus (cuz he prefers the Christmas Jesus, the little 8 lb, 9 oz Jesus playing with his baby Einstein, learning about shapes and colors). It was great, I highly recommend it, and the gay French dude was a stroke of genius. “Ah am cumeeng fuh yoo, Reeekeee Bubeee!”

The next night it was a change of pace with World Trade Center. I took a packet of tissues, thinking it would be a squallfest, but instead it was exciting, scary, funny, and just a little bit of a tearjerker. Don’t be afraid to see it because you think it will play on your emotions. The director is respectful and the acting is more realistic than super-hero. All in all, two thumbs up. Nick Cage is looking at an Oscar, in my opinion. He spends most of the movie immobilized and covered in dirt, but he manages to be compelling anyway.

Work is, alas, making me miserable again. I’ve put in applications around campus and I actually have an interview on Thursday. Wish me luck! It’s for more money. I am going to be upfront at the interview and let them know that if they want someone to scrutinize and abuse, I’m outa there. I don’t have time for that shit at my age. I just want to do my job and eat my lunch and go home. Is that too much to ask? I hope not.

I’ve started taking a new medication, called Topomax. Let’s see how that works out. It is supposed to regulate my moods and help me lose weight, two things I am all in favor of. So far it’s just made me feel stupid and sleepy. I guess that would work, since you can’t eat if you are asleep and you can’t be cranky if you are too stupid to complain about things. AHA! I see right through their plans!

Look, a shiny thing!

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: The Dove

School is In

Well, the school bus fairy came again and blessed us with more traffic! YAY!!! My son was taken to school by his Dad, so I called him this morning to wish him good luck. I got a few grunts and clicks, so I think he was still sleepy. He tends to stay awake all night before a big event, and going back to school is a pretty stressful one. He’s a JUNIOR!!! My god, only a few weeks ago I was watching him walk off to his kindergarten class with tears in my eyes. His backpack was bigger than he was, and he was a little blond boy who didn’t even bother to turn around and wave at his weeping mommy. They grow up so fast, don’t they, cliché-riddled writer?

My nephew starts a brand new school this year. If you remember, he was in a bit of trouble at his old school for knowing what a condom was, and his mother wisely elected to put him into another school. I hope he enjoys it there. He’s a smart little boy full of charm and other wriggly things that boys are full of. He is wearing a uniform for the first time, which makes him look very handsome.

I’m looking for another job (again!) and it ain’t pretty. I have several offers, but none big enough to lure me away from the glamour and comfort of my nest at the police department. I really am worried about money these days. I have put in for a promotional move, but I really don’t think I’m going to get it. I made the mistake of putting together a PowerPoint presentation for the Chief, campaigning for the new job, and he was not amused. I think they want to put another person in the slot. She doesn’t have any experience or education, but she is really cute and thin, and only 21 years old. All I have going for me is a degree, 15 years of job experience, and a lifetime of wisdom and life experience. Oh, and some cellulite. I lose!! Heh.

I have started another medication for my bipolar, and it is more fun than the law should allow. It is called Topomax or something, and it makes you stupid. Hey, that might improve my chances for the promotion!! I do feel kind of slow, but it’s a nice feeling. I just want to stare out the window at the pretty air conditioning unit. And the lizards.

Is it lunch time yet? I could certainly use an apple…

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Diana Ross

Busiest Sunday Ever

Tim and I woke at the crack of noon on Sunday to get ourselves ready for the day. My car had died the evening before, and was awaiting our return at the 7-11 down the road. By the time we got there it was approximately a million degrees Fahrenheit, and the sun was blazing away only inches from our sweaty little heads. Tim climbed under the car and swore and sweated for a bit, then slid back out and squirted some kind of glue on this little plug that goes into the bottom of the radiator. He poured water in the radiator, and then watched in misery as it dribbled out around the plug. ARGH!

We hiked through the desert to the Home Depot and purchased a bottle of water and some Teflon tape to secure the plug with. It was air conditioned in the Home Depot, so I sat down on the floor and stamped my feet in a futile attempt to stay there. Tim eventually got me up with the promise of a nice evening of music, so we drudged back across the Sahara, passing sand worms and cacti on our journey.

After numerous mirages, we finally spotted my car and got back to work. Of course, I mean that Tim was working, and I was occasionally sharing my drink. I also wiped some dirt off his back with a towel. I’m a fantastic girl friend.

Using the Teflon tape and the glue, Tim finally got the radiator plug stuffed up in there and we made our way home. He let me drive his car, so I had the benefit of air conditioning and a nice stereo to keep me company. I watched him drive my car, happy to see that my sweetie made it home ok. Now, my car is still kind of wounded, but at least it is resting comfortably in Tim’s parking lot.

After all that work, I needed a sandwich and some Malta, so I made us lunch. We took a shower and slept for a bit, then got up and went to Skipper’s Smokehouse to enjoy some Florida folk music and belly dancing. I wound up dancing a little myself, wrapped in a scarf that barely covered my butt, shaking my booty for all the world to see. I think there were pictures taken, so someday I may be paying for my indiscretions.

It was hot as Satan’s bung hole at the smokehouse, so we went home and jumped in the pool for an hour or so, then upstairs to beddy bye. Dreamed of Istanbul…

Current Mood: hot
Current Music: Blues

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I am SO buying a horse!

I’ve been having car issues for some time now, and I’ve decided to go ahead and build that time machine so I can go back to the horse and buggy days. A horse would at least provide a good meal after it has run its course of usefulness as a mode of transportation. I could probably make some awesome horsy sausages, but a car just leaves you with metal bits that don’t bend nicely into food shapes.

My B/F and I are supposed to move in together soon, so that will help with the transportation dilemma. He has a great car, and we work at the same place, so there you go. Of course, Tim likes to get to work an hour and a half early every day. I mean, our work day starts at 8am, so when he drops me off at 6:45am I get a little miffed that I could still be sleeping. I’m going to have to cure him of that, or find another ride to work. Seriously, I could walk to work and sleep later than he gets up.

I think the whole walking thing is a good idea. Just because it is 100degrees F and it storms like a mofo every day is no reason to lose 5 hours of sleep a week because your boyfriend wants to pace in a circle for an hour before his shift starts. Pace on your own time, not mine!!!

Will we move in together? Will Tim survive one more round of “wake the dead”? Tune in next time…

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Mozart

Oh what a night…


So, Tim and I went to the Journey/Def Leppard concert, and a good time was had by all! I’ve never seen either band in concert before, and Journey did not disappoint. Of course, they had no Steve Perry, but the new guy was fine. I must say, Def Leppard rocked the house. I’ve always liked them, never saw them in concert before though, and now I am smitten. If you ever get the chance, go check out a Def Leppard show! They totally rocked ass, and Tim was so into it he almost floated off the ground. He loved their drummer, the one-armed thunder god, and let me sing along in his ear to every song I knew.

Afterwards, as we were trying to find the bike amongst the puddles, I decided that Tim is the worst boyfriend ever because he couldn’t remember where the bike was, and I had to get my feet all wet tromping through a lake. I finally sat down by a tree and told him to go get the damn bike and pick me up. (The bike was like 2 yards away at that point).

We made nice, and I hopped on, and we wove our way out. I told Tim I have no problem getting rained on whilst on the bike, or having to walk great distances to view concerts, but I draw the line at wandering like gypsies through puddles because he forgot where he parked.

Did I mention that I ate two hotdogs at the concert and regretted it afterwards? Shocking, I know, but concert food isn’t that good for you. (Burrrp!)

On to other news. In the world of automobiles, my love and I are not blessed. I drive a 95 Ciera, he drives a 90 Toyota p/u truck. At least, he DID, until it died. Yesterday we went to CarMax and Tim picked out a Chevy Blazer, 2001, 4wd, 2 door, bright red. We drove it off the lot, and left the pick up behind as a down payment. YAY! The Chevy is totally nice, everything works, and now Tim doesn’t have to worry about being stranded on the side of the road anymore. He is so happy, and so am I! He even let me drive it for about 5 minutes. Next, we have to get my car repaired, as it is falling apart even as I type.

My ex-hubbie let me read a treatment he has whipped up for a movie, and I must say I was very impressed! It has motivated me to try my hand at writing something too, since creativity feeds off of creativity. I won’t give anything away by telling you his ideas are original and interesting. I might be related thru divorce to a famous screenwriter soon!

Let’s all join hands and sing, “Institutionalized”!

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Pat Benatar