So here's the thing. I tried to make it work with the temp, I really did. I spent more time trying to train her than I had to spare, I rearranged the tasks so that all she had to take care of was the simple annoying tasks like sending FedEx packages and making copies and filing since she swore up and down that she was REALLY experienced at all of that stuff and could take care of it all no problem. I think she upsold herself a little too much though, because it took her an hour to print two shipping labels on the FedEx site, despite assuring me that she had done TONS of shipping using the site. Le sigh.
On Tuesday she told me she had to go to a doctor's appointmnent at 8 in the morning on Wednesday but that it should only take and hour and she'd be in later that morning. So imagine my surprise when I got a call from the temp agency and they told me she was being checked into the hospital! And would be having exploratory surgery! It was really weird because the agency lady was talking about IVs and potassium as though I knew what the hell was wrong with her, so I have a feeling the temp told her that she had told me everything already. Flash forward to today, when I was told that the surgery went well and they were keeping her overnight for observation but that she would totally be able to come in after being discharged tomorrow morning. Um. Okay.
Needless to say, I saw my opportunity to escape the Temp Conundrum and I snatched it up like the last cupcake the day before my period starts. I told the temp agency that we actually have a full time employee who doesn't have full coverage right now (totally true) and that my boss would rather have me send work over her way rather than paying a temp (semi-true) so we were going to be ending the temp assignment early.
And lo, there was much happiness in me, which showed itself in the form of chair dancing to "Sexy Back" as it played on the radio.
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Reason #398572 that I'm glad we don't have kids: Preschool.
I just watched my friend go through sheer agony trying to get her 4 year old enrolled somewhere that was A) not sketchy and gross B) had a decent curriculum and C) was actually something she could afford. It's such a damn Catch 22; your kid's not ready for school unless he/she goes to preschool, but there's not crap out there to help out anyone who's solidly lower middle class and can't afford $500-800 a month to get their kid into a decent preschool.
It's as bad as paying for college anymore. You're either really well off and can afford it no problem or you're below the poverty line and able to qualify for state or federal programs. If you're in the middle, you're screwed.
But it turned out okay in the end; she found a good school that's (just barely) affordable and her daughter's looking forward to starting.
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I pretty much hated everyone for the first half of the day today. It seemed like everyone was bound and determined to be as whiny and pushy and just all out icky human beings for the first three hours I was in the office. Oddly, this was a vast improvement over yesterday, when my eye started twitching within 20 minutes of my arrival. And on Tuesday my right boob started aching for no apparent reason other than my fantatic polycystic "lumpy bumpy" boobs deciding to act out in anger, and it hurt all damn day. The whole wacky business is just wearing me out. I've been so out of it that my sleep has been all kinds of weird (the other night I dreamt we had twin babies somehow but one was so tiny that it slipped into a computer keyboard and then got squished when we accidentally hit the key it lodged under), which has made me way more useless than usual.
It's gotten so bad that this morning as I was getting ready for work, I thought to myself "Hm, I don't remember taking my birth control pill yesterday". Imagine my surprise when I realized that hey, I hadn't taken one since Monday morning! Go me! And did I mention that the robbers stole all our condoms for some reason back when we got robbed? And so now any plans for holiday weekend sex is on hold unless my husband remembers to go get more condoms?
And now I am going to just stop talking because dude, that was dipping the toes right into the TMI pool right there.
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Okay, so I mentioned that we're going to Las Vegas, right?
What I didn't mention is that when we go, we get to stay here in a one bedroom suite somewhere on the 15th floor or above, and we get to stay there at an amazingly cheap rate since I have a really awesome friend who totally hooked me up and is letting me take advantage of his rental ownership in the Hilton Grand Vacations Club thingamajig.
Two words: whirlpool tub. I am so totally taking tons of crappy magazines and novels and my favorite bubble bath. And also some alcohol so I can drink while in the tub.
The best part is that somehow the stars aligned so not one but TWO sets of my friends are going to be there the same weekend so it will be a rocking good time.
Man, I wish it was tomorrow that we were leaving.
On Tuesday she told me she had to go to a doctor's appointmnent at 8 in the morning on Wednesday but that it should only take and hour and she'd be in later that morning. So imagine my surprise when I got a call from the temp agency and they told me she was being checked into the hospital! And would be having exploratory surgery! It was really weird because the agency lady was talking about IVs and potassium as though I knew what the hell was wrong with her, so I have a feeling the temp told her that she had told me everything already. Flash forward to today, when I was told that the surgery went well and they were keeping her overnight for observation but that she would totally be able to come in after being discharged tomorrow morning. Um. Okay.
Needless to say, I saw my opportunity to escape the Temp Conundrum and I snatched it up like the last cupcake the day before my period starts. I told the temp agency that we actually have a full time employee who doesn't have full coverage right now (totally true) and that my boss would rather have me send work over her way rather than paying a temp (semi-true) so we were going to be ending the temp assignment early.
And lo, there was much happiness in me, which showed itself in the form of chair dancing to "Sexy Back" as it played on the radio.
Reason #398572 that I'm glad we don't have kids: Preschool.
I just watched my friend go through sheer agony trying to get her 4 year old enrolled somewhere that was A) not sketchy and gross B) had a decent curriculum and C) was actually something she could afford. It's such a damn Catch 22; your kid's not ready for school unless he/she goes to preschool, but there's not crap out there to help out anyone who's solidly lower middle class and can't afford $500-800 a month to get their kid into a decent preschool.
It's as bad as paying for college anymore. You're either really well off and can afford it no problem or you're below the poverty line and able to qualify for state or federal programs. If you're in the middle, you're screwed.
But it turned out okay in the end; she found a good school that's (just barely) affordable and her daughter's looking forward to starting.
I pretty much hated everyone for the first half of the day today. It seemed like everyone was bound and determined to be as whiny and pushy and just all out icky human beings for the first three hours I was in the office. Oddly, this was a vast improvement over yesterday, when my eye started twitching within 20 minutes of my arrival. And on Tuesday my right boob started aching for no apparent reason other than my fantatic polycystic "lumpy bumpy" boobs deciding to act out in anger, and it hurt all damn day. The whole wacky business is just wearing me out. I've been so out of it that my sleep has been all kinds of weird (the other night I dreamt we had twin babies somehow but one was so tiny that it slipped into a computer keyboard and then got squished when we accidentally hit the key it lodged under), which has made me way more useless than usual.
It's gotten so bad that this morning as I was getting ready for work, I thought to myself "Hm, I don't remember taking my birth control pill yesterday". Imagine my surprise when I realized that hey, I hadn't taken one since Monday morning! Go me! And did I mention that the robbers stole all our condoms for some reason back when we got robbed? And so now any plans for holiday weekend sex is on hold unless my husband remembers to go get more condoms?
And now I am going to just stop talking because dude, that was dipping the toes right into the TMI pool right there.
Okay, so I mentioned that we're going to Las Vegas, right?
What I didn't mention is that when we go, we get to stay here in a one bedroom suite somewhere on the 15th floor or above, and we get to stay there at an amazingly cheap rate since I have a really awesome friend who totally hooked me up and is letting me take advantage of his rental ownership in the Hilton Grand Vacations Club thingamajig.
Two words: whirlpool tub. I am so totally taking tons of crappy magazines and novels and my favorite bubble bath. And also some alcohol so I can drink while in the tub.
The best part is that somehow the stars aligned so not one but TWO sets of my friends are going to be there the same weekend so it will be a rocking good time.
Man, I wish it was tomorrow that we were leaving.
