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Onto another week

27 Sep

What’s worse than losing something important at work?  Spending 2 days looking for something you thought you lost, but does not exist.  I don’t know whether to be happy that I didn’t lose the authorizations, or seriously worried that I’ve lost my mind instead.   It turns out that my authorizations were a ghost.  An illusion created by a disturbing mixture of being stressed, overwhelmed and anxious, while simultaneously feeling like I have no frickin’ idea what is going on.    Maybe my subconscious was telling me to slow down and look at what I have going on in my office?  Thanks, subconscious, but next time could you send me a note or email so I don’t look (and feel) like a spaced out lunatic?  Much obliged. 

So I finally bit the bullet and told boss A what I had lost (prefaced by “For the first time in 8 years…” to soften the blow for me), only to get a completely bewildered look.  Thankfully, boss A has been so busy lately he couldn’t remember one way or the other either.  Then I called Plaintiff’s counsel to see if they either A)had the records we needed or B)would send us an authorization and see what they said.  They couldn’t recall whether they sent us an authorization either, so I was feeling better and better! 

The upside is that my office is now really organized since I’ve reviewed and touched every piece of paper AT LEAST twice.  And I have a much better handle on what is sitting here waiting to be completed. 

If only I could get my house at least as semi-organized as my office.  I spent the weekend cleaning everybody’s else’s mess, except for my own.  Saturday was a ‘work day’ at T’s new daycare.  It’s a co-op in a way; a non-profit preschool run by a parent board.  (Which I have been suckered into joining.  But that’s another post.)  They require (but mostly just beg for) parent involvement and assistance.  Thankfully, a lot of parents showed up and we were able to get a tremendous amount of work done.  Go us!  On Sunday, I met a co-worker at the office and we cleaned and organized our “overflow file room”, a/k/a “the scary room” as I call it.  It’s the room where files are in limbo between being “over” and actually getting closed and moved off-site.  It’s also where we keep the bazillion used binders to be recycled, where trial equipment is stored and whatever else other people feel like dumping in there instead of dealing with.  We only spent 2 hours and completely overhauled that room & consequently felt like super-productive, employees of the year.  Thankfully, boss A was also here to witness our efforts so we got big brownie points.  Which is probably the only thing we’ll get for it, anyway. 

Come Sunday night, I felt like I didn’t even have a weekend.  Coupled by taking Mr. T to the grocery store after he played in his room instead of taking a nap, (read: he was a complete terror in the grocery store.  Seriously.) I was completely ready to hit the reset button on the weekend.  Since that wasn’t an option (I’m fresh out of plutonium for my time-machine/Delorean), I watched the Dexter season premiere and sighed happily while eating fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.  Ah, bloodshed and chocolate.  At least I had the presence of mind in the grocery store to grab a package of refrigerated cookie dough.  (Actually, wine was my preferred choice, but chocolate chip cookies don’t give me a hangover.  And I didn’t trust myself with the wine bottle last night.)

So here’s to another week…let’s hope I don’t misplace anything and can maintain my sanity until Friday.


Daycare and other musings

25 Aug

I’m now convinced that moving T to a new daycare is for the best.  I say this with full awareness that I will have so much stress and anxiety over choosing the right daycare and how he will react that I’ll have to purchase a case of wine, maybe 2, to get me through it.    And my poor husband….I should just apologize to him now. 

I spoke last night with one of the super cool teachers for the 3 year old class (which he has yet to join despite being told 3 weeks ago he would on 8/16) and she is leaving the center.  I was excited she was going to be his teacher, too. And apparently, she’s not the only one.  So not only are parents jumping ship, but so are teachers.  I hate it for the center, because it was such a great place when the prior director was there.  But there will be something even *awesomer* for Mr. T., I just know it!

I just got back from a meeting with a rep from Northwestern Mutual about life insurance, disability, etc. and this guy was basically a kid!  Seriously?  I may have been in high school when he was born and now I’m supposed to trust him with my financial security?  No offense to the guy, he was really nice and not too pushy, and I’m sure he knows way more about this crap than I do, but seriously?   Then an attorney who is maybe 28, and the reason this guy called me in the first place, told me he thought the same thing.  And I felt tons better!    Woo hoo, I’m not the only who feels ancient when discussing retirement with Opie!

Something I’ve discovered lately…..I’m a smart ass (already knew that part) and I like it!  Yes, I’m very proud of my sarcastic remarks and general smart-assedness.  Oh, and corn ball humor, too.  I shall not apologize for being sarcastic or telling a joke that needs a drum roll at the end.  I am proud to say that some of my favorite movie lines come from Steve Martin and Chevy Chase, and I still *roll* laughing at The Three Amigos.  And The Jerk.  I’m particularly proud of that one…hence my cat’s name, Navin R. Johnson.  (Seriously.  It’s on his vet records.)   I do not get all stuffy and pretentious about what I watch on TV or what movies I like.  I still haven’t seen Avatar.  I finally saw Slumdog Millionaire for the first time, like, 2 weeks ago.   Buffy the Vampire Slayer was one of my favorite shows.  I don’t remember who said this, but I whole heartedly agree with whoever recently said we *really* need a ‘sarcastic’ font.  It would help me tremendously.  I have no idea why I felt the need to proclaim my love of being a smartass or corny humor fan, but I did.  So there world, deal with my smartassedness!  (I really like that word, btw).  That is all.


23 Aug

the cashier at Party City called me “Gorgeous”. I’m pretty sure he was just being nice & hoping for repeat business, but I still enjoyed it!  Hey, these days, I take it where I can get it!     And that actually reminds me of something that happened when we were in the car on my birthday, coming back from dinner.  The best part of my birthday was when my son said, “Mommy,  you very pretty!”   That was the exact moment he completed the act of wrapping me around his little finger.  Just for the record.  (Also for the record, it began the moment I saw his dimples for the first time. Like 0.5 seconds after birth.)  That super sweet moment almost made me forget he told me I had a big butt the week before…almost. 

Besides trying to focus on work in the midst of planning a birthday party, and pretty much just trying to stay awake, I am thinking of changing T’s daycare.  The teachers have been great with him, and he’s learned so much, however the management has changed since the previous director retired this past Spring.  I loved his old director.  She was sweet, motherly and just all kinds of awesome.  She knew all of “her kids” in the school and sat at the front desk on a regular basis, chatting with parents all the time.  She always asked me how I was doing and genuinely cared about  my answer.   If she wanted to be BFF’s, I totally would!  And don’t even ask if I’d switch her out for my mom.  That wouldn’t even be a question.  The new management doesn’t know my son from Adam, and they recently pissed me off royally by lying to me about something that wouldn’t have been a big deal if they just said, I’m sorry, it was a mistake.  I’m unhappy with them, and it is not going away.

So now I’m faced with A)finding a new daycare that will still challenge him developmentally since he’s ahead of his age group, and B)how do I tell him that I’m uprooting him from a place he has been almost as much as his own home since he was 8 weeks old?  It’s the only daycare he has ever known, and he has friends there that he’s known, um, well, his entire short little life!  It will work out, but it’s just yet another thing makes it so complicated to balance work, child, husband, home and still leave a tiny sliver of time for me.   I feel like my brain is completely compartmentalized, like those cool bento boxes, except I have a hard time mixing the teriyaki veggies with the rice in the other compartment.  It’s hard to turn off the mommy part of my brain, and turn on the paralegal part, and vice versa. 

Now I’ve gotten all whiny and well….whiny, and that’s no fun at all!  On the up side, T’s monster truck birthday cake has been ordered, more people are coming that I expected, and I’m going to finalize the food order in a day or so.  I picked up the last of the paper products today.  Yay!  I love having something happy to focus!  (And it’s so much more interesting that work…..pheh.)