Sunday, April 13, 2014

Freedom and a New Job

I'm finally free of that hell hole I worked for 9 years. My stress has dropped dramatically. Sure, I cried on the way home, but by the time I had dinner and thought about it more, I was able to laugh. They had no idea what I did or how I did it. Haha suckers!

And now, I have a new job. One that is pretty stress free and will allow me time to work on my own projects (namely crocheting). It's within walkin distance and I'm close to home for Monkey. It's not much money, but it will be enough to get by. I also have time to consider school for myself. I'm very excited. 

Monday, July 22, 2013

Happy to be home

Ah, my bed. So good to be in it. Happy to have my kitties cuddling me. I'm enjoying the storm from inside. I will sleep very well tonight. Really looking forward to that. But what really makes me happy is hearing Monkey laughing at some video a friend sent her in her room. That can make anywhere feel (sound) like home. Pretty sure I missed her a lot. Like crazy a lot. 

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Happy Birthday Me

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Today, I turn 41 years old. I don't feel 41. I'm not sure how old I feel. Monkey turns 16 on Monday, that should make me feel old, right? Oddly, it doesn't. I feel like we're just getting closer.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I have this thing for fruit for my lunch.

Further adventures of #asshat the coworker

Today, as I crashed Office, again, this time doing the very next thing beyond logging in, something snapped. Either I was going to bang my head in my desk until someone stopped me or I was going to string up the coworker. Just how long does it take to set-up a computer? I left early yesterday and it still took him until noon today to even begin putting it in my office. And then another hour and a half just getting it to work. Funny though, it hasn't crashed since. Hmm, maybe I do know how to research too and know what's going to work once in a while. I'm not just pretty. 

His customer service is crap. I keep expecting him to shout, "Move!" at me and sit down at my desk and start pounding on my keyboard. I can guarantee y'all, that won't last long with me. If the new IT Director doesn't see his bullshit and make him correct it, it's going to get ugly fast. Because I will say things. Like how he smells like a dirty ashtray in a small closet. And if he stinks up my office again, I'm buying him an air freshener to wear on his person.