Should I get dressed more often?

I had a friend’s housewarming to go to (my old boss, actually) so I got dressed (nothing fancy), took my hair out of my daily ponytail, and put on a tiny bit of makeup and perfume. I walk downstairs and Owen says “Wowww! Mama, you’re so pretty!” And sniffed me. 🙂

Gee, you think I should get dressed and put makeup on more often?

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Unemployment Updates

So I’ve been dutifully filling out my weekly certifications for unemployment, when one week in mid-July I submitted my answers and got a message that [paraphrasing] I would not be receiving benefits due to one of my answers, and that I might receive a phone call to sort it out.

Of course, I couldn’t go back to see what answer I had accidentally messed up, so I was at a loss. I know there is a “review your answers” screen but I swear I looked over it and nothing was wrong. I obviously missed something while rereading my answers, as nothing in my status has changed. I waited all week to receive a phone call, but never did. I sent in a fax, hoping that would prompt a response, but still got no response. I kept filing my weekly certifications, and each time, I got this message:

Your claim has been accepted but cannot be processed for payment because there is an issue on your claim pending an eligibility ruling. A determination will be made and mailed to you and your claim will be processed accordingly.

So I waited for my “determination” to be mailed. Well, fast forward A MONTH AND A HALF and I still hadn’t heard anything! I know they are slow, but that is ridiculous…so I decided to call.

After waiting on hold for 20 minutes, I explained my issue (NOT RECEIVING BENEFITS!) and the rep said “Oh, here it is, you answered that you DID refuse work that week.” She asked if I if I did and I said no, I didn’t, the mouse must have slipped when I was filling out the form! She was really nice, laughed, and said “That happens.” Then she fixed it and said my benefits will get released tomorrow…all 1½ months worth!! YAY!

My new paycheck?

The 11th Annual Edelman Mother’s Day Salary Index reports moms are worth $841,900 a year since she engages in 17 separate jobs on a regular basis.

“Of course, no one can truly place a value on the love and affection that mothers give to their families,” said Edelman. “My Index is designed to help us appreciate them: Think of what you’d have to pay someone to be on duty 24/7 and complete 17 jobs.”

Edelman noted that the average multi-tasking mom routinely:

* raises children
* dispenses medication and nursing care
* assists with homework
* cooks meals
* attends meetings and functions
* provides transportation
* keeps house
* listens to and resolves family problems
* manages family finances
* cares for pets
* maintains family order and harmony
* keeps family on schedule

The total of the 17 average annual salaries in 2009 is $841,900, an increase of $39,210 over last year.

[snip]

The occupations which compose the Annual Mother’s Day Index and their corresponding median annual salaries are:
a. Animal Caretaker $21,180
b. Chef $40,700
c. Computer Systems Analyst $75,890
d. Financial Manager $106,200
e. Food/Beverage Service Worker $20,660
f. General Office Clerk $25,960
g. Registered Nurse $62,480
h. Management Analyst $80,460
i. Child Care Worker $19,670
j. Housekeeper $19,550
k. Psychologist $83,610
l. Bus Driver $34,150
m. Elementary School Principal $82,120
n. Dietitian/Nutritionist $50,030
o. Property Manager $53,530
p. Social Worker $41,920
q. Recreation Worker $23,790
TOTAL $841,900

More Facebook Updates

  • Jennifer Hudson has the oven preheating and oil, egg, and water in a bowl waiting for brownie mix…but someone decided he was hungry NOW.
  • Jennifer Hudson can’t get anything done today. Apparently sleeping through the night means no naps during the day.
  • Jennifer Hudson says holy crap, 6.5 hours last night!!!
  • Jennifer Hudson can’t believe Owen slept 6 straight hours last night. Of course then he was cranky after that.
  • Jennifer Hudson wishes Tom was home tonight instead of at an overnight work thing.
  • Jennifer Hudson just made all the bottles for overnight.
  • Jennifer Hudson just walked out of the post office because I did not want to wait behind 20 people.
  • Jennifer reviewed Baby Depot At Burlington Coat Factory on Yelp.
  • Jennifer Hudson just visited with a college roommate I hadn’t seen in almost two years .
  • Jennifer Hudson is enjoying cheesy scrambled eggs, courtesy of her wonderful hubby.
  • Jennifer Hudson is watching her cat’s love affair with my furry slippers. I’ve got to get a video of this!
  • Jennifer Hudson got a notice for an interview next week. Except I don’t know if I want to go back to work or not. I love being at home with the kid.
  • Jennifer Hudson is catching up on Phil’s Amazing Race video diary episodes.
  • Jennifer Hudson found the perfect job, except it’s too far away for the salary (pittance) they are offering.
  • Jennifer Hudson says YAY, Tropic Thunder is next in my Netflix queue.
  • Jennifer Hudson hates when the baby cries and I think he’s up for the day so I get up and…he falls asleep again. So now I am wide awake.
  • Jennifer Hudson is measuring her hair to see if she has (or is close) enough to 10″ for Locks of Love.
  • Jennifer Hudson is making brownies again. No nuts.
  • Jennifer Hudson loves napping with Owen on her chest…it’s not sound sleep but it’s something.

Tom’s job. Ugh.

So it’s no secret I don’t like his job. The hours suck and he gets maybe one Saturday off a month. He really can’t take any time off because every time he tries, he has to work. Which is exactly what I just found out…

My Grayling baby shower is scheduled for Saturday, April 18. I told him this almost a month ago when we first picked that day. He said he would have no problem getting it off. Cool.

Fast forward to this weekend, when I reminded him about the date. So he asked today and…guess what?

He has to work! Of course!

As it so happens, the big boss is going to be out of town…and someone else is going to be at training…and someone else has some other issue…so Tom will be the only one able to be there—and someone has to be there.

>:XX

So, really, it wouldn’t have even mattered if Tom had requested the day way back when—because the other guys aren’t available due to work things…Tom would have had to work anyway. Even if he had already been cleared for that day.

So now I get to travel to Grayling—with the baby—alone for the weekend.

I am sure I will be just fine, but I am irritated as all hell that Tom can’t go. I mean, it’s not like this is the first set of plans that has been screwed up due to his job.

Oh yeah, did I mention? The big Schwalmlette & Smithlette family reunion this summer? Where the entire family will be together at one time (which hasn’t happened since before we moved to NC, I think)? That we are dying to go to? That Tom assured me he would have no issues getting time off for since we knew MONTHS in advance?

Yeah, he just found out he has training in South Carolina the week before, and it overlaps the vacation time by a day or so. So we either don’t go at all, or pay for the entire week’s share of vacation (not cheap) and are only able to use like 3-4 days of it, or I go alone. What options, eh?

>:XX

25 Additional Random Things

I keep thinking about my previous list of Random Things, and reading other people’s lists, and I wanted to have another go at it.

  1. Back in the day, I was sure I was going to write the next great American novel someday. I guess I still have time, but it seems much more of a pipe dream at this point in my life.
  2. Sometimes I think I want four or five kids, because I love having large family gatherings—and it’s what I’m used to. But I’m not sure I want to be pregnant that many times!
  3. I knew the night I met my husband that we would get married. It was love at first sight.
  4. Someday I will live in my dream house—a ranch with enough space for everything, a great party kitchen with professional appliances, and a hot tub. There’s more, but that’s the gist.
  5. We’ve been on two cruises and I love them. LOVE THEM LOVE THEM LOVE THEM! I would go on a cruise every other month if I could afford it.
  6. I would love to live by family for the rest of my life, but I just don’t think we can live in the cold anymore.
  7. I hope that I can be a good parent. Everyone assures me I will be, but I just don’t feel it yet.
  8. I could eat an entire box of Krispy Kreme Original donuts if given the opportunity. Especially if they were Hot & Fresh.
  9. My favorite salad is mixed greens with Craisins, toasted pecans, feta cheese, and Amish Dressing (a sweet mustard dressing).
  10. Sometimes I want to sell everything and just start over.
  11. I am a PC person (we have three), but would be willing to give a Mac a try if they weren’t so damn expensive.
  12. I’ve always wanted to see Jimmy Buffet in concert and he’s coming here in August. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
  13. I really want to travel around the world—one of my top places is Fiji, where we initially wanted to go for our honeymoon but never quite made it.
  14. I love music from the 50s and 60s. I guess it’s from growing up listening to it via my parents!
  15. I have never had a broken bone.
  16. I have been to the emergency room four times that I can remember: 1) when I jammed scissors into my hand when I was about seven or eight, 2) when I fell off my bike in high school, 3) when I sliced the tip of my finger off in college when working at Glen’s, and 4) when I fell down the stairs last year and twisted both my ankles.
  17. I love organization—storage containers/bins/baskets, shelving, labellers… Maybe because I’m a packrat as well?
  18. I hate my legs so rarely wear skirts or dresses unless they are ankle length. I hate shorts, too, but had to wear them in North Carolina to survive the summers.
  19. I miss reading. I couldn’t even tell you the last “real” book I read (real meaning NOT baby-related help books).
  20. I cannot believe our thermostat is set at 60 for a Michigan winter—and our heating bill is still $300.
  21. I just figured out that my numerology life path number is 5, which “suggests that you entered this plane with a highly progressive mindset, with the attitude and skills to make the world a better place.” Interesting.
  22. Someday I hope to have a job I truly enjoy. I can’t even imagine what that would be like. Heaven, maybe?
  23. I know I complain too much and am trying to get better about that. Or at least tell the same amount of “good” stories so people don’t think my life is ALL bad.
  24. I love love love my car, a 2001 Toyota Highlander purchased brand new a week before we got married. I would buy the same exact car in an instant, but the new Highlanders are NOT the same.
  25. I have a personalized license plate that says TRAVCTY. It was strange living in NC and having people know what it meant!

Craigslist Job Titles – UGH

I hate job titles on Craigslist that have NO bearing on the duties listed.

For example, I was intrigued by a job titled “Proposal Coordinator/Editor” under Writing Jobs. Now, tell me how the following job is anything but a secretary? :crazy:

SPECIFIC RESPONSIBILITIES:

Manages telephone coverage and assures coverage of the reception area at all times. Answers phones according to the office’s procedures, routes calls to appropriate staff, takes accurate messages, maintains a record of telephone messages, and holds messages for pick-up. Retrieves messages from voice mail as appropriate. Greets all visitors and assists them while waiting; directs and distribute deliveries to the appropriate staff. Presents a courteous and cheerful attitude to visitors and staff. Assists the Vice President with all building management calls and helps to develop appropriate protocols for fire drills, key maintenance, security, and other building related matters. Provides clerical support for the Vice President and staff, assisting with research activities and special projects as requested. Writes, edits and types correspondence, reports, memorandums, and other materials as assigned. Schedules meetings and tracks project timelines. Assists with mailings, including federal express and UPS, copying, assembling, stuffing and posting. Maintains all office supplies, equipment and other office support activities. Performs other duties as assigned by the Vice President Fishery Conservation and Management.

One of my friends commented:

The first section I have cut out 100% describes a receptionist position:

  • Manages telephone coverage and assures coverage of the reception area at all times. Answers phones according to the office’s procedures, routes calls to appropriate staff, takes accurate messages, maintains a record of telephone messages, and holds messages for pick-up. Retrieves messages from voice mail as appropriate. Greets all visitors and assists them while waiting; directs and distribute deliveries to the appropriate staff. Presents a courteous and cheerful attitude to visitors and staff.

Now in between “assur[ing] coverage of the reception area at all times” the candidate is supposed to sandwich in three other jobs:

  • Assists the Vice President with all building management calls and helps to develop appropriate protocols for fire drills, key maintenance, security, and other building related matters. Provides clerical support for the Vice President and staff, assisting with research activities and special projects as requested.
  • Writes, edits and types correspondence, reports, memorandums, and other materials as assigned. Schedules meetings and tracks project timelines.
  • Assists with mailings, including federal express and UPS, copying, assembling, stuffing and posting. Maintains all office supplies, equipment and other office support activities. Performs other duties as assigned by the Vice President Fishery Conservation and Management.

The proper job title for the non-editing tasks would be “Administrative Assistant” (which is NOT just a high-falutin’ euphemism for ‘secretary’ — it reflects the fact that the job requires more skills and responsibility than an ordinary secretary would have).

So this job description describes three different jobs.

1) receptionist
2) AA
3) proposal writer/editor

Translation: we need someone to write and edit proposals, but that only happens once a year. You’ll really be a receptionist most of the time, except during proposal time, when you’ll have to make the proposals appear like magic, on top of your regular workload. Oh, and while you’re in the office, you may as well keep busy, so do all the stuff we need an AA for as well.

:crazy:

Sucky work hours so far.

We knew Tom’s job would be long hours—we were told 6 days a week, probably 12 hours a day. And they weren’t kidding—at least so far.

I can honestly say I hate the hours. I am just not used to “I will be home at 6:30.”

Then “No, I will be home at 7:30.”

Monday it was even “Sorry, 8:30.” >:XX

You just can’t plan dinner for that type of timing…because it changes every day. At least if it was like 7:30 every day without fail…but no, of course not. Of course, it’s worse that I don’t get to see him much…I am used to him being home at an early hour (he was home 97% of the time when I got home at 5:15).

Bah humbug.

Miscellanous Thoughts

I hate it when I have a huge blog post written and IE decides to crash. :X

Cookies and cream Hershey Kisses. Yuckola.

Parents really SHOULD be allowed to use stun guns or tasers on uncontrollable, screaming children. Especially when they are in our small office. Giving me a headache. That is all.

I hate when people (i.e. my boss and another agent) always feel the need to say, when screaming children are present, “See what you have to look forward to?” Yes, I know children can be hellions, yet I still decided to have one. Why must you constantly make the decision seem wrong?

I don’t want to hear an agent bitch about having to come back to work (after leaving for the weekend) and having to work until 5 on Friday. You get no sympathy from me for that.

It’s very strange when you haven’t seen someone in over a year and when you do they are 150# lighter. And then you are so shocked you try to hide your shock but don’t say anything. And then you’ve bypassed the amount of time in which you could say something but haven’t. And eventually HE brings it up by saying something like “I probably look a lot different than the last time you saw me.” Like I could have possibly missed it. Doh.

STUPID *BLEEPING* WORK

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand my boss just screwed me. 😡 Deep down I love her and know she can be awesome, but sometimes the things she says/does just completely FLOOR me.

So…you know when I said that if they sold my house in-house it would be 0%? Yeaaaaah, NO. Any selling agent, including those in our office, gets 2%.

Overall I know it’s fair, but still, why didn’t she say anything before now?

I just went in to go over the paperwork, to make sure I typed the variable rate terms out correctly, and the big boss overhears talk about variable rates and she says “It’s not a variable rate” and the other boss (the agent I am working with) says “It most certainly is, it’s 2% to the selling agent, but if we sell it in-house it’s zero.”

She repeats that NO, it’s not a variable rate, ANY selling agent gets 2%, whether it’s someone outside our office OR one of our agents. The agent and I look at each other like “Um, okay” and he said “That’s not what we were thinking.”

She says “You mean to tell me that if your clients wanted two houses, and it was down to that one, you are going to tell them to take the one that doesn’t pay you?” He said yes, in this case. She was like WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? IT’S GIVING UP MONEY? He says “Because it’s Jen’s house?”

She about had a coronary.

So, apparently when we were discussing the rates before, and she was sitting right there with us, she either completely wasn’t listening or was completely ignoring us.

So, yes, I get that 2% to the selling agent is completely fair, and technically we are just not paying to LIST the house… but I thought the 0% in-house thing was just the “extra icing on the cake” FOR HAVING WORKED HERE ALMOST FOUR YEARS (and getting a somewhat low salary for ALL the work I do).

Yep, that black cloud is still hovering.

The agent did say he would do more thinking over the weekend and try to get the big boss to reconsider…but I know that won’t happen.

Oh well, at least we only have to pay 2% regardless.

The house is on the market!

The house went on the market today! It’s a very scary feeling, knowing we HAVE TO SELL the house, and trying to decide on a price…trying to make some money without pricing it too high that people don’t want to see it or buy it… we settled on $249,900 with a $10,000 bonus to the buyer. That $10,000 is very attractive to buyers (they can use it for whatever they want—cut the price of the home, appliances, flooring, landscaping, etc.) and it still leaves us with a tidy profit.

Wish us luck!

Just Totally Unbelievable

Tom officially got orders to Detroit yesterday…and he’s supposed to check in no later than October 31, 2008.

Of course, things could change again at the drop of a hat, and he was still going to go talk to [someone]…so it may not be 100% guaranteed. But nothing like thinking about moving/selling/relocating within three months to freak you out.

Lord.

My mind is whirring like crazy and it feels like my head is going to explode.

The thing that just gets me is that yes, I know the military doesn’t care what our life is like, they just know they want someone there and hubby fits the bill so he gets chosen. But it would, quite literally, create a major financial hardship for us.

Houses here aren’t selling. Houses in our price range sell, on average, in about six to nine months (unless you price it to lose money, which we obviously can’t do financially-speaking). So making us move to Michigan within three months, where we will obviously need to pay rent/another mortgage, without having sold our house, is ludicrous. There is no earthly way we can afford two mortgages, especially if they just made me quit MY job. It just flat out doesn’t make sense and, frankly, pisses me off.

As a sidenote, he wouldn’t actually be an on-the-streets/in-the-schools actual recruiter. He would be the Operations guy, doing all the planning/scheduling/etc., and making sure it all runs smoothly. Completely non-IT-related. So nothing he can bring ANY of his experience to.

It’s crazy. They like to tell us they looked at a bunch of people and compared everyone and whatever, and determined that HE was the best qualified.

BULLSHIT.

They looked at a list, pointed their finger at someone, and said “this guy.”

Tom then called to tell me the latest RIDICULOUS statement. He was talking to someone (I believe a Major in charge of the monitor program) about not being able to sell the house that quickly, that we talked to a Realtor and it’s averaging 6-9 months, yada yada yada, and the guy said “Well, you have three options. One, be a geobatchelor [which means I stay here and he goes there, not sure how that works money wise but it’s not an option for us]. Two, sell your house for a loss. Or three [and this is the doozy], you can foreclose on your mortgage.”

What the hell kind of military advisor advises someone to FORECLOSE ON A MORTGAGE? Completely asinine.

This BS is precisely why we were going to get out of the military. It’s ridiculous.

Oh, also…if he takes this “three year” job they’re forcing on him? He is, effectively, being shoved out of the marine corps, because he will miss the opportunity (twice) to take the schooling he would need to become Major. Talk about a kick in the ass. (Not that he was planning on staying in that long, but just the fact that they don’t know that, and are still sending him here… Ugh.)

He also found out he cannot drop his papers (i.e. tell them he wants to get out) now. Because he has actual PCS orders, and you can’t do that when you have orders. You have to do it before you officially get orders. How convenient.

The only other option, he said, is REFUSING orders, and he’s not sure exactly what that entails or means. From what we have gathered, it wouldn’t actually do that much or be that detrimental…it would, of course, effectively end his career, but he wasn’t planning on staying in to retirement anyway. He would have to stay here a bit longer, but then we could continue on with our previous plans of him looking for a job and us moving in about six months.

I told him to ask what if he has a special needs family member…if I was a high-risk pregnancy, maybe that would keep us here. (Chances are decent I might be. I have an appointment in two weeks that might help determine that.)

So, needless to say we’re stressed. Tom should find out more Monday, but until then, we’re trying NOT to think about it. If we have to move, there is just SO much to do—and Tom doesn’t have the time and I don’t have the energy.

Stay tuned.

Ever been forced into a job that you didn’t want?

Tom’s version of all the events so far

Last week I received this email from my Monitor’s boss (job relocator).

Marines-

I am writing you all in an attempt to find an officer that is interested in accepting orders to RS Detroit. This would be to serve as the RS OpsO there. As you probably know, RS duty is a challenging one, but it offers an opportunity to be back in your home state and also has the benefit of allowing you to elect either your geographic area preference or resident CLS (EWS for example) upon successful completion of a 36 month tour there.

This is a great opportunity for anyone that is interested. There is some flexibility as to report date, but we are looking to get an officer there by this Fall. Please understand that I got your names via a blind data pull in our system and I fully understand that some of you may be under orders, deployed, etc. Regardless, let me know if you’re interested and we’ll see if we can make it work. Please respond to this e-mail ASAP if you would like to be considered for the position. Negative responses not required.

I have made plans to get out of the Marines next summer after the baby is born, but the thought of going back to Michigan was a very nice thought, but not a real option. Monday when I got to work there was a new email from a Capt stating the same thing. I was still not interested and didn’t respond. Last night I received this new email.

Capt Hudson,

I have a requirement that just came down and your name is at the top of the potential list. How would you like to spend some time in Detroit?

Let me know.

Well, I wanted the official scoop on all the emails and so I called the monitor. He stated that there were several officers that they had sent these emails to and that I was at the top of the list and wanted to know if I wanted it, since I was from Michigan and I could be closer to family. I told him I would let him I would talk to Jennifer and I would let him know today. I wanted to contact the Recruiter Station (RS) to see if it was a job that I could have lots of family time or something absolutely wretched.

So this morning I called the RS and asked to speak to a Captain and I eventually got one. I told him that the Monitor was looking to put me into the position and asked what he thought about the Ops position. The guys said he couldn’t talk about it on the phone in his office and gave me his cell number to call him back in 10 min. I agreed, I was almost speechless, but I managed an audible agreement.

Over the next ten minutes lots of possibilities poured through my mind. I called him again and he said “Do not take the job! If it were me I would not have anything to do with it!” 88|

WOW, I asked what was wrong with it. He stated that it is 10-12 hours a day, 6 days a week (sometimes 7), and the work is monotonous and incredibly stressful. The Captain said that even though he had family within a 4-hour drive, he had not visited them more than a few times in the last year and a half due to the lack of time off. (He didn’t hold that actual position, but he helped out there from time to time.) He said if I wanted to talk to the other Captains that he would give me their numbers, but I told him that I was more than satisfied!

As soon as I got off the phone I called Jennifer to tell her the news and then typed a message to the Monitor declining the position:

Thanks for the consideration, but after discussing the situation further with my wife and family, I will have to decline the offer.

I then went to my Battalion XO to let him know about the Monitor’s request and my answer. The XO said another Captain in our Battalion was also hit up for this position as well and that we were the last two officers for consideration. Yuck! I went back to my office to call the second Captain and tell him about the information I had gotten over the phone. During the conversation, the following email came into my mailbox:

Capt Hudson,

Copy all. I have your intent. I want to be fair and let you know that right now this is at the MMOA/MCRC CG [Recruiter Commanding General] level, so I may have to contact you again. I was hoping it could be a win/win. Thanks for getting back to me.

Which translates into “Great, thanks for telling me no, but no is not an option…”

So, if I am forced to take this position, I will be dropping my papers early. Time to start my resume tonight!

Almost, but not quite.

So we were actually REALLY considering the Michigan move…I mean, it was just too perfect. We even halfheartedly started checking out housing on Realtor.com.

And then Tom called the recruiting post where he would be. And it wasn’t a good sign that the first words out of the mouth of the guy he talked to (would be replacing) said “I can’t talk now, I will call you from my cell phone in a bit.”

Turns out it’s six days a week, 12 hours a day, no holidays—and MAYBE one 72 [actual weekend off] per month. The guy said if he had to do it over, he wouldn’t.

So that cements it for us. We’re continuing with our current plan.

Dammit.

How many more months?

We have a new keybox system. I was told by the bosses there would be no need for me to keep an inventory any longer. YAY!

Except now they ARE talking about keeping a list of the keyboxes and they are trying to figure out how to do it…which is fine, except OF COURSE they aren’t even considering asking me what I think, since I will be the one keeping the list. I just get to overhear their conversation from where I sit.

Much like when they were considering new means of advertising, which involved a new computerized method of submission, and they didn’t even think to even ask me what my thoughts were.

And it doesn’t matter if I try to speak up and give my opinion, because it won’t matter. Yes, they might listen, but will not take anything I say seriously.

Now you see why I have given up.

And in other news, long story short, my boss has NO sympathy for me whatsoever. After I told her I was pregnant, and how I had felt like shit pretty much 24×7 the past five weeks, she pretty much told me to “suck it up.” Yes, in her joking yet laughing yet totally serious way she has. Isn’t that lovely?

I guess you could argue it wasn’t the very first thing she said. I mean, she did make some small talk asking if we were excited, how far along I was, etc., and then pretty much said “Get up and walk around, you will feel better. That’s what worked for me.”

Which, yes, I appreciate the advice, but like what she does with everything else, she equates it to HER experience and assumes everyone will be just like her. She said she felt bad when she woke up, ate a few crackers, then felt fine. I said yeah, that doesn’t work for me. Then I mentioned that she might see me catnapping at my desk, or have my head in my hands, and THAT is when she said I just needed to “suck it up.”

I don’t need this. I really don’t.

A day or so later, when I actually felt EVEN WORSE, she made a comment to the effect of “Get used to it…you did this to yourself!”

Love it. Just freakin’ love it. 😐

Random Blather

I am soooooooooo tired of this heat wave. I swear this is the hottest it’s been since we moved here. Too hot to do anything except quickly rush from A/C to A/C. Tom even says it’s hot, and he was in Iraq (although he does admit Iraq was hotter).

I went to get gas yesterday morning because it was still $3.86 (it had been that for, I swear, two weeks) and I knew it was supposed to be going up this week. So I pull in and there is NO unleaded—just mid-grade and premium. Of course, after work, when they had raised the price 12c, there was unleaded. Bastards.

Why must people try to exit a gas station by making a left turn, in rush hour, at an intersection—when they could just as easily have driven through the parking lot and exited 100 yards farther down where there is much less traffic? Instead, they sit there, blocking the exit for those of us exiting and turning right into traffic (in this case, about 10 cars). So I drove the extra 100 yards and was able to turn directly into the flow of traffic and bypass the jerk who was STILL waiting to turn left.

I love my Tivo peeps. I needed help with something that I just couldn’t figure out so I posted about it—and within 10 minutes they started having answers for me.

On same said board, someone started a thread called “What do you look like today?” and I just love it! Well, everyone loves it, actually! People post pics from their cell phones or webcams or whatnot…and it’s very interesting! After posting about 10 pics myself, I noticed that I look pretty much the same in every one—I just either have curly hair or straight hair—so I said I was going to stop posting, but apparently some of the guys like the cleavage that ends up in some of the pics and have requested that I keep posting. :)) So I posted this one for them today:

Depressing thought of the day: I just happened to login to take a look at our mortgage stuff, and after paying every month for coming-up-on three years, we are just SLIGHTLY under the official selling price. GAH!

I can’t wait for our tomatoes to be ready to harvest! We do have a few jalapeño that are ready to pick, and of course I have been harvesting basil all along, but the tomatoes are what I’m jonesing for. Someday, somewhere, I hope to have a REAL garden!

On another gas note, the Prius has been wonderful! We used to use my car for everything—every run to town, every errand, every road trip—and I had to fill up about once a week. Now that we take the Prius everywhere (and I only drive to/from work), I am only filling up about every 2-3 weeks! 😀 So, we traded paying for gas for paying for a new car. I’d say that was a good trade!

The next place I work?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me NOT work in close association with another Jen. It is SUCH a pain in the ass. Especially when she gets a million calls (property management) and people can’t seem to differentiate between Jen and Jennie. They call and say “Who is this?” and I say Jen and they start yakking and I have to stop them and say “Oh, you want Jennie, our property manager. [Then I preempt them by saying] We have two Jens in our office.” I say that at least three times a day, I swear.

And if I EVER have to do receptionist work again?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me just have to transfer every incoming call without having to deal with people any more than that. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate having to say—I swear it feels like 100 times a day—“She’s on the other line, would you like to hold or would you like her voicemail?” and then dealing with people who lead you to believe they will have a coronary if they don’t get to talk to her. Or, since we are not allowed to transfer calls internally (god forbid the phone ring in an agent’s office or they get a beep in their ear if they’re on the phone) each and every call I put on hold rings back to me every 30 seconds.

Of course there are a LOT more things I want in the next place I work, but those are my issues for today!

Ugh. Self-important, annoying clients.

We just had a past client who called and wanted, get this, copies of ALL the HUDs of ALL the sales we’ve done with him over the past FIVE years. 😯

The irony? He is actually a BROKER in another city, so he surely knows the importance of keeping docs like this…and surely knows how irritating it would be to have someone request all this at the drop of a hat. 😡

In addition to that, we have some of his properties in property management, and he wants ALL his bills and 1099s for ALL his properties.

And not only did he request all this over the phone, basically saying “Clear your schedule, I will be there in 20 minutes”—he completely ignored our requests to email the necessary information so we could have the time to look this stuff up, make copies, and then call him when it was ready…because, honestly, we are not going to drop what we’re doing to take care of this ass. (Yes, he is and has always been an ass. This is nothing new.)

And why is he talking to us anyway? He should be asking the Broker (our boss), who will then pass the job to us if/when she deems it necessary. Of course she wasn’t in the office when he called, so I called her to let her know what was going on, and she told us to tell him that all his closings were at the old office so we would have no records anyway, and to tell him to call the lawyer’s offices to get the HUDs. YAY!

So he came in, all puffed up and projecting self-importance like he always does, and I got to tell him “Sorry, bad news” and went on to explain what the boss had told me to tell him. Of course, he says “So you can call the lawyers for me to get the HUDs?” and I said “No, you can call them.”

I did try looking up his past transactions while he was standing there behind me (a major pet peeve, since it means he walked AROUND the front desk), but could not come up with an easy way to see the dates the properties closed to see if they closed at our new office (I never deal with mass data like that, especially on spur of the moment, so I told him the boss usually deals with this type stuff so I was winging it).

And looky here, all of a sudden, you know what? He is “willing to email a list, after I have more time to get the details together.” Good. And good riddance.

Unfortunately…after he left (and quit breathing down my neck), I was able to figure out the closing dates—and most of them did actually close in our new office, which means we do have access to the files. And to be honest? I will have no problem taking the time (on my own schedule) to scan them all to his email.

But it’s just the fact that he couldn’t call and say “Hey, I know you’re probably busy, and I can’t get in touch with your boss, but I just realized I need these files and can’t find them. Do you think over the next week or so, you could find what I need and send them to me?” Instead, he had to basically say “Drop what you’re doing, I will be there in 20 minutes to get what I need.”

Ugh.

Stupid lazy agents.

I am thinking most real estate agents are total slackasses.

Someone just called to see if we could fax our rental application. As is our usual practice, I asked if she had online access and she said yes, so I said “It’s available on our website under Property Management.”

Then she said “Well, my client only has a fax machine.”

And I honestly wanted to say “So you want me to do your job for you?” Ugh.

While I was momentarily pausing to roll my eyes at her slackassedness, she said “Well I guess I can print it and fax it.”

GEE, YOU THINK? 🙄 YOU THINK YOU CAN PRINT SOMETHING FOR YOUR OWN CLIENT AND FAX IT TO HER YOURSELF? 🙄 🙄

Of course I would have faxed it if she really needed me to, but it just makes me stop and wonder if they are just that lazy or if they just don’t think things through??

I hate solicitors.

Not only do I not get paid enough in general, I do not get paid enough to deal with walk-in solicitors. Ugh. 😡

A Quill rep just came in to the office. I said hi, no thanks, we buy exclusively from Staples and McBee.

“Well, we’re the [something] side of Staples. No overhead. Up to 20% less.”

No thank you, we’re happy.

“Oh, so you’re not interested in saving money?”

Nope, buh-bye.

I know he’s doing his job, and I smiled the entire time, but seriously. Go away.

One of these times, I am going to ask one of these lovely solicitors just what NO SOLICITING means to them, as that’s the sign we have outside out door. 😈

Am I on candid camera?

So a guy just walks into our office looking somewhat lost. I ask if I can help him, and he makes the motions to apparently signify that he can’t hear or talk, then makes writing motions so I give him pen and paper.

Okay, first off, if you are coming into a business and you know you can’t hear or talk, you would think you’d be prepared and have a writing utensil and paper. But giving him the benefit of the doubt, I give him pen and paper. And he writes something, which was about 70% illegible—the writing is bad and the grammar is worse (I think it was “Hello my name is Adrian Look for house from Gum Branch Rd country” but it looked more like “Hello my nae is Adria look from gum brand rd coutry”).

So, one would think that if you are coming into a business and you know you can’t hear or talk and you know you are going to have to write something down, you would think you would at least try to make your writing legible or you would write a coherent sentence. But giving him the benefit of the doubt, I write back “Are you looking for a specific address or do you want to buy or rent a house?” Pretty clear, in my mind. He’s either LOST and looking for an address or he wants to buy or rent.

His response? “No matter” or maybe it was no prarttn or no jvattin—hard to tell since the writing was again illegible.

So we exchange a few more writing samples, and I am getting beyond frustrated, but I want to be nice and I finally write FOR SALE OR RENT? He says “Will talk my wife if want buy house.”

GRRRRR. So I tell him we have nothing for sale or rent on that road and ask if it was maybe another agency? And he responds “I tried from airplane.”

WHAT? Is this for real? Am I on candid camera?

I felt bad, but really, what did he expect me to do? Be a mind reader?

I’ve been a bad, bad blogger.

Yes, I know I haven’t been writing anything lately. And I feel bad.

But it’s just that the longer I take to catch you up, the more stuff happens, and the harder it is to catch up. A catch-22 if you will.

But I know I have to fill you in with some details (obviously the short versions) until I get more time:

  • The animals are fine.
  • Tom’s visit home was wonderful—although too short—and we had a great time with friends in Florida.
  • I am eating healthy (hate to call it dieting) and have lost almost 25# so far (since Tom left).
  • I am still at my job (although that could be a VERY LONG story).
  • I haven’t been seeing too much of my friends around here.
  • I did have family down to visit, and more coming soon!
  • I had computer/general tech difficulties, which kept me frustrated and offline more than usual (although all is well now).
  • It’s finally cooling down here (68 today, but 85 last week).

I promise to try and write more in the upcoming weeks.

It’s the same old argument at work…

It’s the same old argument at work—it’s too freakin’ cold in here and the bosses don’t care. I hate hate HATE dressing for office weather—when it’s 73 and gorgeous outside, I shouldn’t have to have my heater on or wear a freakin’ sweater.

Just yesterday, the bosses (and the other agent) were going to be gone ALL day. So I innocently asked if we couldn’t bump the temp up just a smidge because BOTH OF US were freezing and they were going to be gone ALL DAY. Of course, I got attitude about it, and was told that “we keep it cool for our clients.” Okay, but if you are not going to be here, why would your clients be here? Even if they just stopped by, I don’t think having the office at 72 is going to sweat them out after three minutes.

I just get SO tired of it. And so tired of the attitude I get. One day, a boss walked in and said “It feels perfect in here so you must be freezing!” Like it’s some big joke. Yeah, haha, funny, I’m glad you are enjoying that I’m freezing. 😡

Wowee, a pulled calf muscle…

So over the past few days, I’ve noticed that my left calf muscle feels sore, almost as if I pulled the muscle. I have not done anything to it to warrant it feeling pulled—the most I’ve done, aside from my day-to-day normal activities like walking up and down the stairs, walking to the mailbox, and playing fetch with Maggie, is to take Maggie for a walk. There has been no strenuous exercising, no unsual movements, no sleeping on it weird, and no taking a tumble down the stairs or tripping over my own feet.

So today, I was at work and was back in the kitchen when I heard my phone ring and I knew it was hubby. I kicked off my heels and made a dash towards the front desk and got about five steps before I came to an immediate limping halt! I want to say I felt it pop, but I think I’m just imagining that. But I do know that at that moment, every step was painful, and I couldn’t stand the pain to even try and stretch the muscle out. I could barely walk on it and I was limping like crazy.

So what happened? What did I do? I have no idea.

My online friends (who I turn to for things such as this) suggested I get a calf brace to help the muscle relax, so I called Dick’s and they had them, so off I went (my boss also told me to go, because she was hurting just watching me hobble around). At this point, I put my shoes back on (very low heels, about 1″), and it actually felt better and I was able to walk without as much pain (because the muscle didn’t need to stretch as far). Long story short, Dick’s DIDN’T have them, and I was ticked off—so apparently when I called to ask if they carried them, they just told me yes without actually CHECKING THE SHELVES. 😡

On the way back, I called Rob, our neighbor who is a doctor, and asked him what I should do. He said ice for 48 hours, 800mg of Ibuprofen every four hours, then heat and Iboprofen after 48 hours. So I stopped at Walgreens and picked up an ice pack wrap thing, some packs of Icy Hot pads, and some Ibuprofen. When I got back to the office, my boss had gone to the chiropractor (down at the end of our building) and picked up some Bio-Freeze for me! (Awwwwwwww, see—she can be awesome!)

The ice pack does help a bit, and I’m sure the Ibuprofen doesn’t hurt…but the worst part is trying to walk after sitting for a bit. Oh, the pain.

So, what really sucks is that I had really just started to get into a groove with my walking/exercise schedule: come home, let Maggie out, go for a walk. There’s no way I could walk a mile in this condition. 🙁

Losing my mind…and apparently my keys.

So Tom and I were running errands before he left, and when he drives, he likes to take my car keys off my ring (effectively cutting the size of the key ring by 75%). So he did this, but they never got put back on. So I get in the car Friday morning to go to work—the day after Tom left—and I don’t have keys. Normally he leaves them on the mat or between the seats, but they weren’t there. I searched the car, his car, his coat pockets, our bedroom, my purse—they were nowhere. Great, I thought, what did he do with the keys?! I knew they weren’t LOST, they were just misplaced somewhere around the house—and I figured I’d ask him whenever he called. (I hated the thought of having to waste time during his first call asking about keys, but what could I do?)

Fast forward to me arriving at work and having to wait for someone to get there to let me in (I’m usually the first one there). While I was waiting, I emptied my purse, sure that the keys were in there. Nope. I let my boss know that my keys were temporarily missing and she didn’t freak out (yay!) and said they’d just make me a new one. I said we could if I hadn’t found them by Monday.

That night when I went home, I put my cell phone in the front pocket of my purse (where I normally keep it, except for lately, since Tom has left) and voila! There were my keys! GRRR! I swore I had looked in every pocket…but at least there they were. So, I was extremely relieved.

Monday morning, I know I had the keys because I was first to work and had to unlock the door. I know I had them mid-morning when the glass people came to replace my windshield (sidenote: yay! we finally have a new windshield after living with the cracked one for five years) because I remember taking my car keys off to give them to the fixit guy. I swear they were on my desk all day. At the end of the day, I told my boss not to worry because I had found my keys.

After that, my memory is hazy.

I know I stopped at the grocery store, but remember only taking in my single car key. I am not sure where the other keys were at that point (but at the time, I wasn’t even thinking about it). And I didn’t think about it again until I got to work and—you guessed it—I didn’t have my keys. They weren’t in the car, under the seats, in my purse…anywhere.

Hoo boy.

I hoped maybe I had left them in the office on my desk, or maybe they had fallen on the floor or something—but they were NOWHERE. So I thought I wouldn’t say anything until I was able to check at home—sure they were in my coat pocket or something. But I searched high and low and they are nowhere. So I’m back to having no keys—and this time, I have NO idea where they are. 🙁

I hate this. How can I not know where they are? How could I lose them between the office and home? 😯

02.07.2007 UPDATE

I found my keys the following morning. I was picking up the office and picked up a bag I had recently brought files home in—and my keys were in there. Not two feet from where I had been sitting the whole night (where I composed this actual post about the missing keys).