WORK, part 1
You know you love it when I talk work. Work is exciting, invigorating, and thrilling.
A couple of weeks ago we had a fabulous Townhall meeting. I love Townhalls. Mr. Penetrating Big Wig wasn’t so big on the penetrating or deeply impacting this time around. He did, however, share with us an awe inspiring story. Person A, a former employee now working for out competitor, was chatting with Person B, who’s still currently employed at my company. Person A shared some privy information about contract renegotiation and issues with some big-um client. Person B told their manager, their manager told someone else, and so on and so on…essentially we stole a $10 million contract away from the competitor. Mr. PBW wanted to share with us that “no matter how insignificant a rumor might be at work, or how large, never discuss family business outside of the family.” Any one else felt a Godfather vibe?? He reiterated the importance of family a couple of times.
All I could think of was “YOU ARE FIRING HALF OF YOUR FAMILY ASSHOLE!!!!!” And you want me to be loyal to you?? You aren’t loyal to me. Really, go fuck yourself with a stick of dynamite.
Not that I’m bitter.
WORK, Part 2
We trained our Little Indian Friends for 7 and 8 weeks, sent them back home to train their LIFs. My LIF that I trained is doing okay. I only get a dozen or so “Yeah, Hiya” calls a day on average. However Meanie’s LIF, he isn’t doing so well…and he’s not training his LIFs well either. Things are going so bad on that they were all given the boot. Now the goal is to hire 3 new LIFs, bring them over here, and then have Meanie and KIA train for 12 weeks. Then the LIFs go back and then things slowly get transitioned over there. Doesn’t that sound groovy. Lucky Meanie.
KIA
HOLY SHIT KIA GOT A NEW WARDROBE!!!!! After 6 months of tracking her outfits, this week she introduced 2 new shirts in the mix. We might have to abandon our tally system if this keeps up or incorporate new colors to the board. This is a big, big deal.
A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY CARD
My LIF is having a birthday at the end of the month. While Tourettes is in India doing on site training/adding more confusion, she will present LIF with his special birthday card.
Isn’t it magnificent?!?!?!?!?! We found out on his last day that he was a Magician…and who doesn’t love a little Edward with a birthday card?? I was seriously doing a happy dance when I made it. It turned out better than I could have hoped.
MOM
Just had a new scan done. The tumor on the liver shrunk 110% percent. Now, I’m not all mathy, but I don’t get how something can shrink 110% and still be there, but it can. Hitler tried explaining it to me, but all I heard was “mwah, mwah, mwah”. Bottom line, tumor is small, practically dead, and you can see other organs (like kidneys) in her abdomen now. She still needs to finish out the chemo, since it’s working, and in September surgery will be looked at.
KIDDY BIRTHDAYS
Hitler’s BFF’s daughter turned 3 last month. The birthday party was held at an indoor jumper/jungle gym place. Holy shit. It was exhausting. By the end of the party, it was melt down central. There was a girl about 8 or so, that whenever I looked behind me there she was. Boo wanted to go down the jumper slide thing…Hitler would haul her ass up, and I get ready to hand her Boo, this girl would come up and want to go first…every single damn time, no matter what jumper thing we were at. I wanted to punch her.
It was also a lovely sight to watch my fat ass army crawl into the jumpers…which deflate in the opening to let you in. Getting out was even more fun. I would slide out on my ass, then the thing would deflate and I would fall to the ground.
Good times.
In turn, Mr. Boo got pink eye…in both eyes. Twice.
BC42
Tushcka and I are doing our own mini book club…a book club for 2. On the list so far: Dr. Zhivago, Actor and the Housewife, Austenland, and Frozen Fire. We both have Austenland and Actor/Housewife, but Austenland is only 200pages, I’ll get that done in a night, it’s out book #1. It’s going to be exciting.
I can see it now, BC42 will be the next hot trend in the book clubs!!
Also in the book realm of things, I have been a reading fiend. I think I have read at least 15 books in the last month, at least. I know I read a series of 6 books, then a series of 4, then a 900pg behemoth, and some other stragglers. I’m now reading City of Bones…holy cow, it’s some good stuff so far. I’m sure a review will come.
AC BS
So, I opted to replace my A/C. It was a process and took me a while to convince myself to do it…not to mention finagling the finances for 5+ thousand to pay for the unit and then there’s some drywall repair. It was a 2 week ordeal.
They came to install Monday, got there at 830am and left at 1030pm!! Sweet Jesus, that was a long as day. For them mind you. I read two and a half books. I had 2 guys installing. A brother from another mother, and short white guy with a maniacal laugh that was frightening.
When the unit was finally installed, and they left, and I went to bed, and then I got up in the morning for work…there was water on my floor!! WTF!!!!!!!!! Didn’t I just pay to have this resolved??? The company called me in the morning to tell me that the drain pipe has to go up before it goes down to drain…and they can’t fix it because of the framing for the condo. Maybe the drywall guy can do it.
WTF?????????
And I’m not talking little leaks here, I had 3 buckets, a floor of towels, and I was also emptying out the drip pan manually twice a day and getting about 2.5 quarts each time. It was ridiculous!
So I get the drywall guy over. He looks at the job and says we’ll start Wednesday the next week. He comes, he has to re-route the pipe tear into my guest bedroom, re-drywall. It was another 12 hour day (and 2 books). Oh- and another $900. He also had the A/C people come back out to insulate things that should have been insulated at time of installation. He was also baffled that the AC people would do the new drip line because that’s what the do. Whatever. After 12 hours of work, I was all patched up and no longer leaking.
This past Monday I finally got my interior unit capped and I am officially done.
Thank you, God.
HEAT
It’s hotter than a motherfucker outside. Yes, I know I live in Arizona. And, yes, I know it’s supposed to get hot here. I was driving home the other day and the temp flashes on the bank at 117. One nigh at the 10 o’clock news, its still 106. It still takes me aback, after 8 years of living here.
Anyways, it’s nasty hot. It’s like testicle melting weather. If I had testicles and I lived here, I would be infertile.
AND AN INTRODUCTION
Hitler and Ava got a new puppy.
That's it...I'm done...no more fronts.
Rock, cock, peace out.
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