Managed to survive a four day weekend with family and significant other. It was all good. Went to the in-laws…. Well, as close to in-laws as they’ll get at this point. *GIGGLE* Spent Thursday there, had a huge dinner. Somehow the giant pot of cauliflower and broccoli was overlooked. It was pretty easy to do, a table full of food, more than anyone would be able to eat in one sitting or two or three, could possibly have run out by number four. Heck, there were nine people at the table and there was plenty left over and that did not include the dessert table. Adam’s Aunt began calling me Aunt Tammy for the sake of simplicity or something. Adam’s brother has a daughter and she looks at me like an Aunt I guess. She’s a good kid, smart, entertaining, and well behaved for the most part. I cannot complain about her at all.
Friday consisted of going to Dad’s where I got the latest of the electronic toys he has chosen to get rid of and not sell on e-bay. I guess he figures I have an appreciation for such things. Since I don’t have children that won’t tear the shit up that he gives me, I must be a safe bet on taking care of said toys that he’s giving away. Dad and the sister are still not talking to each other. Dad still hates sister’s third husband. Dad is stubborn and does not agree with sister’s choices. Dad needs to get over it and go see his grandchildren. Dad is not going to live forever and Dad should realize that. Seeing Dad this past Friday kinda shocked me a little. He’s gotten gray hair, he’s looking older now, and he’s looking his age rather than 10-15 years younger than he really is. I find that disturbing, yet it’s a part of life no one can escape.
Heard from Mom over the weekend. We talked for a bit and planned to see each other for Christmas at the sister’s house. I look forward to seeing her. I am sure she’ll have a few cans of Jelly Belly Beans for Adam and me. I guess because she’s found something cheap that she knows we both like, she buys them for us and mails them off to us whenever she gets the chance. Never mind the fact that we hit Meijer for about 5 pounds of our own mixes at a time. Mom is Mom and Mom likes giving.
Meanwhile, two dinners worth of leftovers sorta remain in the fridge at the moment. Crock Pot full of 15 Bean mix and soon to be ham bones and meat are now slow cooking on the counter top. Perhaps this will put the last of leftovers to rest or wind up pitched in the garbage. Mmmm Beans!
The rest of the weekend consisted of Adam and me, snuggles here and there, a movie, some more snuggles, dirty books at Borders, snuggles, cleaning, shopping, working on stuff around the house, some snuggles, reading, and sleep. Did I mention snuggles? Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. Snuggles are good. So that’s the post Turkey Day revel. Hope you had a nice Holiday!!!
Tammolly ~Still waiting on Purdue to call while seeking out new employment.
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...
Monday, November 27, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Grrrrrrr.... Stupid People
Something I should have posted almost two weeks ago. I was tempted to just hit send after a complete tirade of I hate this fucking office, they all suck. I come in this morning, nothing much to do as usual with almost every single office I have worked in at Jolly Ol’ Purdue, where the University President is the second highest paid schmuck in the university system nationwide. I make $9.50 an hour, he makes $880,950 a year. A YEAR! WTF?! I guess after paying that bastard all the money, they could only afford $9.50 an hour. Nice! Isn’t it?
Anyhoo, this morning, I am coming in ON TIME because no one else in this office seems to know what their schedule is nor show much regard for what they have posted for student convenience. It’s always a craps shoot finding one of the two bosses in this office at any given time. I don’t like turning students away, dealing with irritated people because the prof isn’t there to talk to like the office hours said they would be. Lack of planning on anyone’s part does not constitute an emergency on my part. Big boss comes in, asks me if I have anything to do. Nope, that was yesterday. This morning, it was the same thing. She’s hard to read, doesn’t smile much, doesn’t express much, just is kinda there looking at you. I notice she makes some people nervous because she is like that.
I have recently adopted actually taking breaks away from my desk because I have found knitting to be an interest and I am not allowed to do it at my desk unless the office door is closed, like at lunch time… where I sit at my desk because there’s not break room in this building. It seems to be a theme for Purdue. No established break rooms, a sometimes break room in some buildings that can be yanked out from under your feet because someone decided to schedule a lunch meeting in that room. I especially liked getting bumped for two bible thumpers that schedule the room for two and expect you to be feel comfortable sitting in on it while you eat the food you didn’t say grace for. NOT!
Back to this morning, lots of tangents here. 9:30-ish rolls around, maybe it was closer to 10, or whenever boss number 2 decides to stroll on in. She just tells me, hey, we don’t have anything else for you to do, so go home after lunch. Don’t forget to turn in your keys. Oh and finish this before you go to lunch, I mean go home and don’t get paid indefinitely until you get places in another job somewhere else on campus. EH?! Thanks for the fucking warning you stupid ass biatch! Temp positions don’t grow on trees and definitely not this time of year when the semester is half over and winding down for any kind of need for a temp to fill in for a few weeks. SHIT! Bills to pay, stuff to do, stuff I coulda put off had I known I was gonna get the shaft. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Grrrrrrrr
SO there you have it, my rant for the day. I am not a happy camper. Time to go home for “lunch” now.
Tammolly ~Steaming mad
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...
Anyhoo, this morning, I am coming in ON TIME because no one else in this office seems to know what their schedule is nor show much regard for what they have posted for student convenience. It’s always a craps shoot finding one of the two bosses in this office at any given time. I don’t like turning students away, dealing with irritated people because the prof isn’t there to talk to like the office hours said they would be. Lack of planning on anyone’s part does not constitute an emergency on my part. Big boss comes in, asks me if I have anything to do. Nope, that was yesterday. This morning, it was the same thing. She’s hard to read, doesn’t smile much, doesn’t express much, just is kinda there looking at you. I notice she makes some people nervous because she is like that.
I have recently adopted actually taking breaks away from my desk because I have found knitting to be an interest and I am not allowed to do it at my desk unless the office door is closed, like at lunch time… where I sit at my desk because there’s not break room in this building. It seems to be a theme for Purdue. No established break rooms, a sometimes break room in some buildings that can be yanked out from under your feet because someone decided to schedule a lunch meeting in that room. I especially liked getting bumped for two bible thumpers that schedule the room for two and expect you to be feel comfortable sitting in on it while you eat the food you didn’t say grace for. NOT!
Back to this morning, lots of tangents here. 9:30-ish rolls around, maybe it was closer to 10, or whenever boss number 2 decides to stroll on in. She just tells me, hey, we don’t have anything else for you to do, so go home after lunch. Don’t forget to turn in your keys. Oh and finish this before you go to lunch, I mean go home and don’t get paid indefinitely until you get places in another job somewhere else on campus. EH?! Thanks for the fucking warning you stupid ass biatch! Temp positions don’t grow on trees and definitely not this time of year when the semester is half over and winding down for any kind of need for a temp to fill in for a few weeks. SHIT! Bills to pay, stuff to do, stuff I coulda put off had I known I was gonna get the shaft. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Grrrrrrrr
SO there you have it, my rant for the day. I am not a happy camper. Time to go home for “lunch” now.
Tammolly ~Steaming mad
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The Mice Are Playing
So the cats are away and the mice are playing chatty-chat-chat in the office. Quandary, should I even feel bad about that when I have nothing else to do? Office drama, here you go folks. Just what you’ve been panting for! The adjacent office to us has some sort of gourmet coffee fetish- I mean club going on. It is 50 cents a cup or $8 a month. Fine, .50 is a bit pricey if you’re serving it in Dixie cups. Now my big honkin’ mug that could wire up the comatose would be worth the .50! I’d also clear out half a pot with it, or darn close to it. Anyhoo, I choose not socialize over the coffee, I won’t be here long enough to make it worth the effort of getting to know everyone and be buddy-buddy. Believe it or not, I don’t always play well with others socially. I tend to take it personally if someone doesn’t just accept me in right away and want to hear my wonderful observations and witty commentary on life. Oh well, it’s a military brat mentality, I am not gonna be here long enough to care, because I will be leaving here anyway. Etc etc etc…
Back to the coffee queens and their monopoly on the coffee pot. I got accused of pilfering coffee because I brought in my own nummy-num-num gourmet flavored coffee. It smelled like pumpkin and Irish crème. Apparently they had their own Irish crème blend too. Therefore I must have swiped a mug or two of coffee. ARRRG! DUDE! Y’ALL DON’T EVEN KNOW ME!
Basically they can keep their coffee and their false smiles and kiss me arse if they want to think I am a coffee bandit, got no time for anyone like that. Whether it’s a pirates life for me or not, coffee burglar I am not! Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself. Perhaps that is the point of me ramblin’s today. Arrrrr…
I have an engineering friend who thinks if you smoke, you’re stupid; therefore all of your decisions are flawed based on that initial assessment. Consequently you can’t build a building or bridge or machine, because you’re stupid. Eh? This of course has nothing to do with the coffee incident, but thought I’d toss that in there as food for thought.
Enjoy!
Tammolly ~ Who wants to go frolic in the ginko tree leaves outside. It's uber cool...
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...
Back to the coffee queens and their monopoly on the coffee pot. I got accused of pilfering coffee because I brought in my own nummy-num-num gourmet flavored coffee. It smelled like pumpkin and Irish crème. Apparently they had their own Irish crème blend too. Therefore I must have swiped a mug or two of coffee. ARRRG! DUDE! Y’ALL DON’T EVEN KNOW ME!
Basically they can keep their coffee and their false smiles and kiss me arse if they want to think I am a coffee bandit, got no time for anyone like that. Whether it’s a pirates life for me or not, coffee burglar I am not! Judge not, lest ye be judged yourself. Perhaps that is the point of me ramblin’s today. Arrrrr…
I have an engineering friend who thinks if you smoke, you’re stupid; therefore all of your decisions are flawed based on that initial assessment. Consequently you can’t build a building or bridge or machine, because you’re stupid. Eh? This of course has nothing to do with the coffee incident, but thought I’d toss that in there as food for thought.
Enjoy!
Tammolly ~ Who wants to go frolic in the ginko tree leaves outside. It's uber cool...
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...
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