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June
27, 2004
i ran out of words again.
And its been so hectic that i didn't/couldn't make the
time to write. And i suppose lately i've just been
boring, even to myself - writing down the boring didn't
seem worth doing.
A job i should love, has got me so frustrated that i now
have dreams of retirement (a first glance at the bank
account/retirement fund, and i can see that won't happen
soon) or at least a new job, back in the city - where i
can return to my half hour struggle time in the streetcar
instead of the bumper to bumper on the Gardner.
Sigh. i shouldn't complain. It's more money
than i've ever made before, doing things i like to
do. But the entire department, from the boss on
down, is totally demoralized by our senior exec - and then
my boss handles it by "working from home", or
putting in the world's shortest days. Leaving me in
the position to run the shop, so to speak. Which i'm
not paid enough to do.
The crazy part about all this is that i don't have any
trouble with the senior exec - i simply tell him my views
on how the world should be (or at least my part of the
department) and he pretty much agrees and we are all
happy. my boss on the other hand, hasn't a clue how
to handle this man - and generally makes a mess of
things. He in turn takes work he believes she can't
manage, and gives it to other departments. Not only
do i find this frustrating, the rest of the team goes on a
paranoid trip - spewing "getting fired" anxiety
all over the place. And the one team member who does
little to no work at all, and has been targeted because of
that by the senior guy, my boss seems to have an inability
to get rid of. Sigh.
Okay, work rant over.
Then my son decided to rescue a young lady from her rotten
home life. Yes she was cute and he had ulterior
motives. He still hasn't learned that you shouldn't
invite someone to live with you after only a month of
knowing each other. Especially if that someone lives
miles and miles away.
Because within weeks of it all going down the tubes, said
young lady needs to stay somewhere else - and since she's
new in town, the only people she knows are the
'rents. (Teen lingo for parents. Which we are.)
Himself invited her to move in until she could decide what
she should do.
Two weeks of a not-quite 19 year old. Who stayed up
ALL night and slept ALL day. She would help clean up
though - was not afraid of doing dishes or mowing the lawn
if i asked. But pretty much spread out over the
entire top floor - her room was the guest room, where i
store all my clothes. Within hours i could not walk
into that room, or get anywhere near my dresser without
stomping on her stuff. Sigh. The rest of her
time was spent on MSN chat. That was the night time
stuff - when she wasn't hitting the streets looking for
cigarettes to bum from the guys hanging out at the bar, or
going to Much Music on John Street. Yikes.
This child had no fear.
During all this i had to go on a 3 - day conference, where
i was responsible for not only building all 10 executive
presentations to cover the 3 days, but also responsible
for all the tech stuff of said presentations actually
being viewed. In the back woods of Haliburton.
With the black flies and 3 foot mosquitos. With the
company president and senior members. Ack.
Oh. And then Himself put His back out. For a week
now, He's been hobbling around, chewing on codeine.
And getting justifiably grumpy about it.
Sex? What's that?
 
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