tiggerprr’s scratching post

Well yesterday was my last day of work. The powers that be, decided that they couldn’t “afford” the 2 extra days of notice that I gave them. They can’t…because the office is overstaffed by 2 people. It’s too bad, because I was still working like I planned on retiring there, since that’s how I am. Their loss.

I went out last night with a (now, former) co-worker, the only person (besides the new temp they brought on prematurely) that I actually liked in the whole place. She runs a bar at a resort here at night and had a day off, so we went and hung out at the pool and sat in the hot tub unwinding. I smell like chlorine, and yes, I showered! It was a nice way to end the day, I was pretty relaxed when I got home. I needed that. Shes a hoot.

Usually when I leave a company, I feel even the tiniest bit of a loss. I feel nothing, absolutely nothing. I would say that this was definitely the right thing to do.

So to celebrate my first day of freedom, I had the pest control guy knocking on our door at 7:30am. So much for sleeping in. And I have a full day of buying cat food, shuffling Ashlyn off to various appointments… nope, I don’t see a day of rest in here anywhere. Do you? LOL

I gave my notice finally to the Workplace from Hell. Ashlyn called me on Wednesday because the friend that was going to take her to get her Sr. pictures done at school couldn’t take her after all. I advised work that I’d have to take off an hour and a half earlier than I anticipated for her therapy because of the above and the Interim Branch Manager (Yeah, Interim…my already inept Branch Manager had to have emergency Open Heart surgery about 4 weeks ago and rather than have me step in (if you will recall that was the carrot that got dangled in front of me to keep me there in MARCH when I resigned) they promoted the Sales Exec, who knows NOTHING about operations. We all know the Branch Manager isn’t coming back…so that kind of shows me that I would be stuck in hell.) starts in on “When is this going to end with the therapy? And now this? It seems like work is your last priority!!!” To which I replied, “You know why? Because it IS my last priority, Ashlyn comes first. As for when it will end? ::leaning over her desk calendar tapping on 7/27:: It’ll be ending on the 27th of July, since that’ll be my last day.” “Oh I didn’t mean I wanted you to do that!!!” “Oh, well…you were getting this notice on Friday anyway.” (She was, I’m really pissed about the Interim thing)” Well, then she goes on about how she knew I wasn’t happy about the interim thing so I seized the opportunity to tell her exactly what I thought, which was “Yeah, you’re right I’m not happy, because I honestly think it was a bad move since you, no offense of course to you as a person, have NO IDEA what you’re doing in ops.” To which she agreed she didn’t and that she told them that but they insisted. And I said, “That’s exactly why, the other day you didn’t know any better than to call a temporary while they were still at work to let her know the client had fired her from her assignment. I’m confident that you can organize files; however, I find it offensive that the company wants me to teach you everything I know about ops that I’ve gained in the last 13 years so you can tell me how to do my job.”

Then I texted the hubby with “I just gave notice. Sorry, it couldn’t be helped.”

So…I just have to try and make it 2 more weeks without killing someone. I have 4 weeks off to get the kids ready for school, Ashlyn to therapy and also 4 wisdom teeth removed. Then on the same day the kids start school, I start my new job managing a HOA.

What’s in this for you?? I’ll have 4 weeks to blog blog blog! And I won’t be as stressed out as I have been for the last 5 months and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have entertaining things to write about rather than bitching all the time.

Goody.

Ashlyn’s surgery on Thursday was uneventful, despite being a couple hours behind schedule. We’re hoping that she’ll be able to regain full range of motion in her knee after this. However, it means 5 days a week of physical therapy for the next several weeks. It also means that Ken and I get to push her to exercise her knee when she’s not in therapy, no matter how much she resists, cries or gets angry with us. Good times at Casa tiggerprr. NOT.

It’s interesting to me, the dynamic of loving someone so much that you are willing to yell, coax and cajole them into doing something that’s painful to them, for their greater good. Such is the foundation of parenthood I suppose.

I’m still hating my job. Just waiting for that moment that I can give them my notice and move to greener pastures it will only be the 3rd time I’ve ever quit a job to go to a different one. It has never ceased to amaze me that companies whose primary function is to provide other companies with human resource “expertise” never fail to treat their own employees like dirt. Yet, I stay in the industry… go figure. Codependant anyone? LOL

I’ve been watching “So You Think You Can Dance” this season, I love this show, and I don’t know why! Perhaps it’s the sadist in me that enjoys turning to look at my hubby to make sure he’s watching, when I know he’d rather have badgers nibbling at some tender spot on his body than to be watching this show voluntarily. Noooo, I’m not that mean… much. I couldn’t believe they tossed that poor girl this week (can’t remember her name!), I thought her and Pasha (notice I DO remember HIS name) looked smoking hot together and danced well. ::sigh:: My guess is they were afraid she’d keel over dead in the middle of a routine. The world will never know. I do think that Pasha will be hosed now for a partner, hope that doesn’t cost him in the big picture.

Evan Almighty, go see it. It was better than Bruce Almighty, IMO. Those of you who’ve read my blog for a while know that I do not cry at many movies. I did get misty at one point when all the animals were there waiting to get on the ark. I get misty at the beginning of “The Lion King” when all the animals are heading to Pride Rock to see Simba for the first time. What on earth is it about the majesty of all animalkind congregating that thaws my icy heart so? It’s so embarassing but yeah, animals get me all choked up.

So, that’s what’s been going on in my 100 Acre Woods. How are all of you?

It’s been a long while since I did a meaty post here. Not for lack of things to say, just simply a lack of time/energy to say them. It’s been pointed out to me that people have many plates they try to balance, but that the sheer quantity of my plates outnumbers most people. So, THAT’S why I’m feeling like this, eh? So buckle your seatbelts, this may be a long and bumpy ride, err post.

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Well, have another week at work under my belt. I have to say that one movie quote kind of sums up how I feel:

Garth Algar: It’s sucking my will to live!

I had pleasantly gotten selective amnesia about how lazy people have gotten and how far the general work ethic has fallen. I’ve been reminded all too well these past few weeks. I’m not discouraged, but a bit disheartened for our future.

I am pretty tired lately, which is good because my insomnia seems to be cured. Maybe I just needed something to do. LOL I am however, faced with a giant pile of laundry that I need to do, but I’ve simply been too tired to tackle it. That’s my goal for this weekend. Along with catching up on everyone’s blogs.

I’ve been missing the daily interaction with all of my blog friends and I feel out of the loop but I do look forward to Saturday mornings when I can make my rounds and see what you’ve all been up to. I appreciate all of you who stick around to read the little crumbs I leave during the week. I promise that as I adjust to carving out 10 hours of my day between the actual work day and travel time, I will be more prolific in my writing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, “Thanks for hanging in there with me.”

My Project 365 page has pretty much gone to hell in a handbasket, but I’m going to try and resume taking a photo a day. In fact, there’s one that I intend to take on my way to work that I think you will all find breathtaking. Let’s hope I remember my camera on Monday.

Ashlyn is hobbling around without the aid of crutches and was able to resume driving this week. That’s a plus, since we don’t have to get up almost an hour earlier when we have to carpool to work and school.

Life always moves on as does time, no matter what you’re doing…I hope to be able to write more about the things we’re doing and seeing soon.