Malicious Blogs? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!

Apparently someone’s big bad No No software is now blocking blogger to a friend at work. Also, it’s not just blocking my blog, but someone else’s blog as well. Harrumph I say! Sucky babysitter software bites ass! Grrrrrrrr. I’m sure the craftier of the nerd herd will find a way around it at some point. Perhaps a temporary glitch?! Who knows!

So, Halloween. Buwahahahah! *insert evil grin* and *sinister plot* here. Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee. =) I dressed as a low-tech bunny today because I didn’t not want my SCA garb getting torn up into bits, especially garb that I worked, bought, or made myself! Low-tech bunny worked for me. My old UC is back, albeit, working on another unit now until Uncle Sam ships his ass off to Iraq which sucks ass if you ask me. Anyhoo, he came in wearing B.D.U.s (Battle Dress Uniform you nonmilitary exposed peeps out there. Otherwise known as fatigues or camouflage!) So he comes in wearing a demonic monster mask with punk hair and painted to match the B.D.U.s PRICELESS! He went from room to room and scared the piss out of half of them as they gathered in a mob to see the next poor schmuck get woke up. ROFLMAO! The last kid leaps up and screams like a little girl and hits the floor yelling for help. The entire unit blew up in laughter. The rest of the day, the kid went around saying he pushed him out of bed. BULLSHIT! We were all there. Either way, it was priceless!

Tammolly~ Giggling

...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…

Two Years!!!!!!!! And A Fun Ride

Yup, two year anniversary and it’s so far so good. It was a pleasant day all around despite being at work most of it. WOO HOO! No complaints here! I made spaghetti with chopped onions and green peppers fried up a little and the meat all cooked in. Yummy! :) It was a nice relaxing evening.

So, on my way into work this morning, I was picking up a co-worker since he’s on the way and doesn’t have a car. I had mentioned to him that I love driving over the last intersection really fast because it’s like the Dukes of Hazard… HEE HAW! Yah get a nice dip and launch without bottoming out. Wheeeeeeea! Of course, it was always fun in the Neon and the opportunity arose yesterday morning on the way into work. FLOORED IT BABY! The VW definitely lands differently, it didn’t bottom out, and it was loads of funny. Poor AJ was hanging onto the OH SHIT handle and shaking his head.

We get into work and clock in, and he’s still shaking his head. =) Hee-hee-hee. I get on the unit and he’s telling the second shift UC about the jumping the intersection. He just shakes his head. I just giggle and move onto other things. At the end of the day, there was a pow-wow over some egregious mishap on one of the other units. Someone is likely to get fired for it and I feel sorry for the girl who was in charge of the girls at the time. It sucks ass. Anyhoo, second shift UC comes outside to get a smoky treat and looks at my car in the parking lot and shakes his head again. It was pretty funny.

Here’s what my mind has done while driving though. Driving a VW Jetta Wagon now, AJ calls it the Vagon Wagon, because he thinks he’s being cute. The stereo is kick ass, the car handles sportier than my Neon, and I don’t feel like I’m driving a grocery getter as Adam likes to call it. Yet, somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m thinking this is a wagon and I’m driving it and feelin’ groovy. Yet, I wonder if other people around me in traffic just see the wagon and a fruit cake driving it while blasting Rammstein and Marilyn Manson. Doesn’t matter really, I am enjoying the car! :) Oh well, I guess I should go socialize now. :P

Tammolly~ Contented

...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…

Momentous Things And Purchases

Welllllllll....~Not In THAT Order~

Not that it was intended or planned out in any way shape or form, except under some unconscious level of thinking… We got a VW JETTA WAGON! WOO HOO! Das ist gut ja! I immediately got all giddy from the test drive, giddier still with the extra space and slightly better gas mileage too. I will miss my fire burst orange Neon with pearl coat and fun spoiler, but I will still have a sun roof! Did I mention the stereo is about 50 times better than the Neon? I’m happy with the thought of making the trade for a slightly lower monthly payment too. YAAAAAY!

So, the place we’re purchasing the car from seems to pride themselves on the big, tall, and goofy or perhaps not the brightest candle on the cupcakes. DENSE! I am getting the impression that they’re mostly dense in the head or slow, or just plain SPECIAL. DEE-DEE-DEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Now to the momentous, Kissaversary DAY! I can’t believe, well I can actually, it doesn’t seem that long at all, but it’s been two years with the Adam and me together. *giggle* I’m still happy with that idea. So far, the last few car salesmen have tried to marry us off or assumes we’re married or suggested that we’re engaged or something. Hee-hee.

Tammolly~ Still bouncin’ and happy!

...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…

Too Many Blogger Thingies And Precious Time

I’ve come to the realization that there are too many blog type forums out there and this one contains my thoughts and experiences that enable a select few to live vicariously through me. Kudos to y'all who read this!

There’s Blogger, MySPace, FaceBook, and probably a few more things out there I don’t know about. There’s photo sharing forums just for that purpose. So how long will it be before someone develops and/or has the resources to buy up all of these nifty idea sharing garbage heaps and combines them somehow? Honestly, this is a challenge to keep up with and this is something I enjoy doing from time to time.

Go figure that I can’t seem to keep up or feel motivated to do so and have the energy to expend for it. Last pay cycle I worked 47.7 hours of over time. It was a 15 day stretch and I just finished up a 3 day weekend that they tried to get me to work! Enough is enough. There’s only so many kamikaze days and weeks I can run with before I start losing my marbles. We’re talking Muwahahahah! WHHEEEEEEEEAAAAAA! Ree-er Ree-er Ree-er Blah-di-dah-dah-dah. I need valium, I’ve had enough! UNCLE! I’m leaving now and I’m turning off my phone cuz Elvis has left the building.

There are days when I don’t feel it’s worth it. Those are the days when I’ve had hour long restraints, been kicked, bit, had my hair pulled, head butted, and punched. The days where it takes me a better part of a week to recover from those things are when I question and/or regret the extra time and effort it takes to stay over for second shift, go the extra mile, and work on my days off. Ugh. AND I question it even more so when the jackasses on second shift talk smack about me in front of new people. Yeah, see if I stay over to help your ass again you butt nugget.

So, my three day weekend consisted of Feast of the Hunter’s Moon and the Order of the Stick board game. OOTS is fun! We had a house guest from Bensonville, Illinois visiting just for Feast. She seemed to have a lot of fun all around. Now, I tried to plan a get together a better part of almost two months away and she was the only that showed up after much prodding of the friends. Alas, she was much good fun to have about the house and she seemed to enjoy Feast and Irish whiskey over a game of OOTS. YAY!

The complete cake topper of the past four days is… Picture this, I come home, open the garage door (makes lots of noise), I go through the laundry room (making more noise), I shut the door and set down bag. Now, I am completely in ambush mode, because the roomie hasn’t heard me come home yet. Hee-hee-hee. The TV is on one of the musical cable channels, she’s on the treadmill, and I scream just as she’s turning to look my way and not expecting me there. She almost fell off the treadmill. LOL I’m so mean. She wasn’t laughing though. I apparently have a knack for sneaking up on people and scaring the piss out of them. Indeed, I’m a deviant shit! Buwahahahah!

Tammolly~ Plotting EVIL To Do List for Halloween.

...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…

9~11~2001

That time of year has come upon us again and passed without incident upon our country. We still have the need to remember the past as much as the need to plan for the future and follow through with the original intent of what’s going on overseas. Despite the fact that there are people out there that would still attempt to bully us to live by their beliefs by killing themselves, their friends, our very own neighbors, and loved ones; WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN. WE WILL NOT FORGET.

On Septembers 11th this year, I didn’t post on that day because I was just not in the mood to contemplate the above thought at that time. I spent the better part of two hours in school with the kids I work with explaining what it was that happened that day. It was an overly draining experience to relate and even more draining to try to put it into words they could understand. It's not like how mommy and daddy didn't take care of them. Or how Uncle Pervert molested them or some relative beat on them or treated them poorly. Those are things I can't even begin to fathom in the first place. It was about how people, very BAD people in the simplest of terms, attacked our country. They couldn’t even begin to wrap their minds around it. Hell, I know some adults that still can’t come to terms with the events of that day. And with no uncertainty, the very things that have happened in the lives these kids I work with, the things that brought them to the place they live is about as confounding to me as 9/11. Now there’s a sobering thought.

Whether or not it is right to continue with the tour de force in Iraq, whether or not we entered into the entire fiasco under false pretenses from our illustrious Presidente Estupido, we have a responsibility to finish what we started over there. Pulling out too early in the game makes for… Hmmmm, I suppose if I have to explain to the folks out there using sexual euphemisms it might be amusing! Point being, we gotta finish what we started or we’re gonna leave Iraq as a giant breeding ground for more plane crashing idiots that think they’re truly messengers of Allah. Think of it as mandatory birth control for flaming morons and ass munches. Yeah, that works for me.

Anyhoo, that’s all I have to say about that.

Tammolly ~Pensive… Yes, it actually happens sometimes.

...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…

I STAB YOU!!!!

Picture this, a lovely autumn display of Halloween decorations and future Thanksgiving type stuff neatly arranged over the salad bar in the cafeteria where I work. I have a warm fuzzy moment looking at the real carrots that are au natural with the green leafy stuff on the end. It’s a picture perfect carrot mind you, something you see in a book and point at to show a child that this is what carrots look like straight out of the ground minus the clumps of dirt!

I am minding the hooligans that are the boys of my unit when all of the sudden I am being stabbed with these cutesy carrots by an angry child because he was given a consequence for not following directions. You know, he was playing with the display decorations and I prompted him to stop and he didn’t want to because I’m stooopid staff. I look at this child calmly and ask what he thought he was doing. He says to me as a matter factly, “I’m stabbing you mother fucker. I’m gonna…” He did not get to finish this statement because I had him wrapped up like a pretzel in a restraint on the nearest wall and crying like a little girl. BOOYAH! Mess with me again little boy. Holy shit it was funny.

Yeah, such is life amongst the mentally challenged and developmentally delayed. My boss quit his job, just didn’t come in one day and a week later I’m noticing he’s not around anymore, the week prior to that he was gone a few days because his wife was in the hospital. AND the week prior to that, he says he’s being deployed in December to go to Iraq. Ah shite that sucks arse. Granted he’s mentioned being unhappy, coming to the realization after five years of service to the company that the only way he’s moving up to a higher position is if someone dies and even then there are people with seniority over him for that position. Sucks to be me! I have applied for the same position now that he’s gone, because all I can think of is who I don’t want to have that job over me and I’m gonna give it my ALL to ensure that it doesn’t happen. C’est la vie. Oh well, 19 hours of overtime this week and I have a few more days before this week is done with and a whole other week of this particular pay cycle. Here’s to me getting the job! =)

Tammolly~ Hoping

...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…

All Gone!

I decided on a whim today, after going to Sam’s Club to pick up my Prilosec OTC, that I would get my hair cut. Ok, so not a whim when I’ve been getting headaches for the past few weeks and increased neck strain because my thick hair weighs a flippin’ ton after getting out of the shower. So it’s shorter now, barely long enough to pull it back into nubby w’ittle pig tails in the back. I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW! *SIGH* Along with that hair cut came the chopping off of the long braid that I’ve been sporting for the last 4 years. I started growing it as a reminder to always seek happiness with someone and I’ve decided I’ve found that happiness and chopped it off. It’s weird not having it anymore, but the nice thing about hair is, it grows back!

I had to work on my old girls unit today, it was a TOTALLY fucked up day in the sense that three of the little harpies were on suicide precaution and had to be in staff’s line of sight at all times. One that I will call the Amazon of the unit kept getting into my boundaries, threatening me, and so on and so forth, pretty much got on my last nerves when she ripped my little hand sanitizer bottle off my key chain and took off with it. PAIN IN MY ASS! This is the same Amazon that says she wants to come find my house when she gets out and kick my ass. OH PLEASE SHOW UP TO THE HOUSE! I’d love to sick my cats on you and then pommel your ass with my fencing blades….. OH! Then call the cops and have your ass hauled off to jail where you’ll likely wind up anyway when you leave here. Can yah feel the love folks?

Tomorrow, I get to go back to my unit I hope. I was told by the building supervisor that I should dress to go out to Indiana Beach with the boys. It’s a small amusement park open in the summer time. Their motto is “There’s more than corn in Indiana.” Well, there’s not much more than that besides soy beans and cows! Well, that’s all for now. HAPPY SEPTEMBER FOLKS! =)

Tammolly~ Chillin’ with the house to myself.

...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…

Greedy Bastards!

Am pissed. Can’t see straight. Must count to ten. Apparently have lost ability to use pronouns. Deep blue oceans… Deep blue oceans… Deep blue oceans… ARRG! I feel better now. Apparently my bank is greedy! What!? You say? What?! Big surprise there right? Not really. After chewing an ass or two for this SNAFU, I got me way. Arrrr….

It boils down to this. I send in my payments according to what is due out of each paycheck, last paycheck of the month obviously goes for the stuff due in the first part of the following month. And first paycheck of the month goes for the end of the month stuff. Throw in a vacation planned and I got it all together and electronically set up to be paid while I am gone and all that good stuff. The dumbass bank calls and says my August payment is late. WTF?!

I essentially made a payment twice in July according to them because they don’t do pay ahead on payments. One $39 late fee for a $14 payment and I was going off like nobody’s business. I got the fee dropped and the $14 taken care of for Pete’s sake. Total greediness on their part, but I am getting that damn fee back. Grrrrrrrr.

Molly~ Peeved

...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…

My Belated Birthday

Sooooo… Turned 33 yesterday, went to the local pub this past Thursday prior to that and had a nice time listening to a band that’s almost Irish. Ceann! They seemed like a pretty funny group in some spots and in others, well, they were there for the free booze and hot little groupies. I had plenty of fun that night and got to bed around midnight in order to get my happy arse up at the ass crack of dawn to go to work. Still, it was a worthwhile night out at the pub! =)

Spent my birthday working my butt off and wishing I could just go home and nap or something. Ugh. I got home, spent about an hour on the phone with my dad and ate cake with the roomie and Adam. Well, the roomie has a name, it’s Val, she’s pretty darn cool as friend’s go and a nifty roomie to have about the house since she’s been keeping herself busy with tidying up and such. Something that I don’t expect, but it’s still nice to come home and find things cleaner than when I left at 6:15 in the morning for work!

Anyhoo, Val made me birthday cake because Adam doesn’t celebrate these kinds of things, but damnitall, Val was gonna bake me a cake and decorate it! Hee-hee. It was all cute with a beaver on top… Mmm…Mmm…Good too! Complete with sparkler candles and homemade butter cream frosting. Throw in the sugar cookie glop biscuits with butter cream frosting and a cool five headed dragon incense holder. The day was complete with various phone calls from family and friends in between all of this. Yay!

So work has been slowly getting better working with the boys and I can’t rightly complain too much about it despite the fact the little bastards haven’t had school in almost two weeks which leaves the youth caregivers like me with a bleeding migraine by the end of the day. They apparently go back to school on Tuesday!!!!!!!!! YEE-HAAH! I was hoping it was Monday, but Tuesday will suffice after having this coming weekend off. *crosses fingers*

Labor Day Weekend, I am hoping will consist of me having it off for a fencing event up near Antioch, Illinois. MKAoD ~Middle Kingson Academy of Defense. It’s a fencing centric event that usually has edumacational klasses, schtick, and good company. Granted, we lost the kick ass camp site that was a peninsula into a small lake that kept the area cool and breezy and made for fantastic parties on Saturday nights. wOOt! Unfortunately, as I said before, the site is no more due to family shenanigans, court battles, and other such nonsense that snuffed out the fun that was MKAoD and Border Skirmishes. S’okay though, MKAoD not built upon the fun parties, it was built upon the aforementioned things it usually features. *sigh* I will miss the old site nonetheless.

Well, that’s my update for now. Other than surviving the stifling weather of Pennsic where it was raining every day and hotter than hell when it wasn’t raining, the company was great. Forgot to mention the misery of heat exhaustion! I stood around for two field battle scenarios and nearly dropped dead on the fencing field! Holy shite! Screw that, I’m so no going if even looks like the weather is going to be that relentless and nasty again. Bah. Gotta scoot now. CIAO BABY!

Tammolly ~Bemused

...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…

Terminal Boredom

I set out upon my day to do absolutely nothing and yet I feel compelled to go outside and roast in the humidity and sun. Instead, I cleaned out my car again, wiped it down with some Armorall and cleaned the windows again. Sprayed it down with some fabric freshener and added a few drops of frankincense oil to the air freshener. So now, it smells kinda like a head shop with a hint of flowers! It basically means the poor Adam will not be getting into my car willingly for a few days due to the perfumed automobile.

So I’m off next weekend and that means I will be finding things to do or just work on some knitting projects and sew. Yeah, I should be sewing this weekend due to Pennsic coming up shortly. I have stuff to do! Holy Cow! Perhaps I’m not bored, but wanting to ramble randomly. =) Hee-hee. Oh well, I do have some stuff to do here.

Tammolly~ Bored Silly


...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…

4th of July Post-Mortem

Aye laddies and lassies, there were fireworks and rum and tail gates and Jeeps about. Nothing really exciting happened. This is the first year that I can remember when fireworks were legal to purchase AND USE in the state of Indiana! This meant that Adam and I didn’t have to buy any fireworks; we just sat in the back yard or the front drive on the tailgate of the truck to watch the neighbors nearly set themselves, their children, vehicles, and houses on fire with small exploding thingies. There were a few neato looking affects, but for the most part, after one Mike’s Hard Barry Cooler, I was pretty much fascinated into enough boredom that I went back inside where I could chill and watch some television or something.

Got another chunk of hair out of my head at work today, done by the same little hairless troll that did it the last time, only this time she yanked and ran off. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had to take care of the day room kids watching a movie, I woulda ran after her fat ass and restrained her on the wall!!!!!!! Grrrrrrrrr. So she ran off, the QR opens and I tell my fellow YC that her ass needs to go into the QR for aggression etc etc. She wasn’t laughing anymore when she got put in there. Yeah, you guessed it; I’ve been working on the unit that I started out with this weekend. Some lazy ass wipes called off this weekend and we were strapped for enough staff to go around. It was bad.

An interesting policy I found out about this morning was if you call off on a holiday or pay day Friday, it’s an automatic four day suspension for not showing up and especially so if you don’t have documentation for an emergency or illness. I kinda like that idea. I mean it’s not like the 4th of July is a huge friggen surprise, it’s always on the, well duh, 4th of July! It’s irresponsible to pull that kind of shit on the people you work with day in and out. Yeah, there are times when I don’t want to get up in the morning, I just want to sleep in for once and maybe just say fuck it, I don’t want to go in today, but it’s not a habit I want to have and it’s not an impression I care to leave.

There were times when I worked with WVH and yeah, the stress levels were enough that I would call off and stay home. I had to turn off my phone because the friggen secretary would call to complain that something wasn’t right or someone was calling her every ten minutes because I wasn’t calling them back. Uh-huh, yeah, I called off, that means don’t call to bitch at me about something not going right on your end. LEAVE ME ALONE! Then there was the whole not being able to kick the MONO. Yeah, that was a hoot, whenever the stress levels would sky rocket I’d relapse and miss 2-3 days of work or just go to work and be in eternal misery. Screw that.

I feel that I am in a better position with where I am at now. Yeah, I work weekend a lot. I get attacked in various ways at times, but damnitall, I need health insurance and I now have it as of the 5th of July! I am just waiting for the stupid insurance cards to come in the mail. The 50 cent raise is probable but not guaranteed to me after 120 days of employment. I have a few things going for me, I do stuff when asked to come in on a day off, I come in on last minute calls, I stay over as needed, I’ve only been late once, and I try to be helpful. I hope that’s enough! We’ll see how that goes. Anyhoo, that’s about it for now, I have to go check on my wool dyeing experiment now. WOO HOO!

Tammolly~Just kinda chillin’ this evening.

...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…

Went Fishing…

Ok, so the fishing was good and all went well with that nice little quiet time. Caught a few beauties and I think I got my record smallest fish too. My pinky was bigger than this little thing! I got some much needed relaxation time! Chillin’ on the docks was nice.

Anyhoo, work is still work. Had myself a tirade today about break times at work. Apparently we don’t get 15 minute breaks. We’re only supposed to have 10 minute breaks! WTF?! ARRRG! So two 15 minutes breaks seem to fail to happen more often than not, how is it that three 10 minute breaks in a day makes more sense? Can someone tell me how that makes any ridiculous fucking sense?! Apparently ages under 18 have labor laws requiring breaks and lunches but adults are royally fucked in Indiana. No law exists to require breaks be allowed or lunches for that matter. That sucks ass!

So that’s it for now. I just wanted to rant for a moment. BLARRRG! Yarp?

Tammolly ~ Grumbling


...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…

Gone Fishing!

I think I am making up for the lack of consistent blogs this past month... After much hooboolaboo of being excited about a decent sized fencing event coming up this weekend, I have decided to retreat into obscurity for the weekend and veg like Terri Schiavo. Just Google her name and a bunch of stuff will come up. That was just a messed up case.

I went to bed about 10 last night after watch SG-1 and SG-Atlantis. I was pissed about Atlantis, don’t read this part if you haven’t seen it yet. The exploding tumors was an interesting touch, I just didn’t like the plot twist that killed the Scottish Doctor ~ Carson Beckett. WTF?! Adam pointed out that the show loves to kill doctors, both SG-1 and SG-Atlantis. LOL Yeah, now that I think of it, that’s fairly correct.

Anyhoo, gonna go fishin’ today. Sit and veg, get some sun, and currently finish cookin’ up some ham and watch Adam sew a poofy renn shirt for the first time. I can’t say that I like the overly complicated patterns. Meaning more than two to three pieces, I suppose I will learn how to make one at some point, just not today. :)

Tammolly ~In desperate need to be just veggin’ today!!

...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…

Shoulda Stayed Home!

Ever have a day you wish you had called in sick from work? My first instinct this morning was to talk myself into staying home and just vegging for hours in bed and watch ER re-runs on TV. I should listen to those urges once in a while, it might help me out.

Define Irony: "Define irony....bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash."~Steve Buscemi It’s a quote from Con Air. Anyhoo, the irony to Have You Ever Been Bit On The?... I got bit on the leg today by the same little bugger that bit the teacher last week. Holy shite on a cracker, this kid has the jaws of death or something. Happened in the quiet room (QR) and I tell yah, it took everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in me to not strangle the little fucker. Instead, I restrained him and escorted his little ass to behind the magnetic locking doors where he proceeded to bloody his nose all over the QR walls. Yay-rah. More explanation below.

It kinda went like this, I’m calling for a monitor, someone who makes sure I have the restraint correct etc. I wind up in a sitting restraint after the first bite on the back of my calf. The second bite, because he’s such a flexible little shit, right above the friggen knee on the same leg. OWIE! Mother fucker OWIE! No monitor. Now I have two other kids freaking out because I’m screaming about the biting and can’t walkie again for a monitor because I’m a little friggen busy here. I am beginning to suspect that the goddamned walkie is broken or something. One of the other kids grabs my walkie and is calling for a monitor again. By this time, I’m on the go and getting the biter into that room to hit the magnetic locking button and hold it. I am pissed, I am on the walkie yet again to call for permission for five on the door, because you can’t just lock them in and walk away, you have to hold the button down and have permission to do so and permission for any extensions on said locks. I finally get my voice together long enough to ask, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!” Finally, my building supervisor responds with “No one is available at this time.” FUCK ME! Finally someone comes down there and he’s encouraging me to leave the QR and get some medical attention for the TWO WHOPPING BITES on my left leg which are burning and throbbing like Alien bellies or something.

ARRG! My unit team gets back at some point after breakfast and I’m waiting around for the nurse to show up in health services. Errg. When I get back, no one has a clue as to what had transpired while they were at breakfast. Oh boy. Meanwhile, the little bundle of joy is processed out of the QR and returning to class. My UC has no clue as to what is going on or what went on until after the fact. He felt really bad, we talked about what happened, went over the report and accident report sheet. Man what a day. I need a drink…

Tammolly ~Sore and Cranky~ Just ask Adam!

...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…

Have You Ever Been Bitten On The?...

Yeah, ass, ever been bitten on the ass? I can’t say that I have yet, but apparently on my last day off this past Friday, the teacher in my usual class room during the school week was bitten on the ass! Oh it was kinda funny to hear this story related to me after the fact by staff. Granted, Thursday wound up in several restraints in my class right at the end of the day. It was a shitty afternoon. Most afternoons are rough due to the teacher leaving at noon to take ASL classes. Yay-rah, glad you’re getting an education while we’re dealing with your class room in total chaos after lunch. It’s not so bad when there are the same two staff in the classroom every day. It makes for some kind of normalcy for the kids and helps the day run smoothly. Ding-ding-ding-DING! We have a winner! Ladies and gentlemen, consistency works! No really! I mean it! It actually works!

Of course, there’s one jerk-off in the mix that whenever he’s around me, he wants to undermine the consequences that I hand out to the little darlings. It basically tells the kids that they don’t have to listen to me if he’s around, because he’s gonna let them do whatever the fuck they want. Or better yet, if I am redirecting someone, he let’s them slide. Eh? WTF? The is the same smack-tard that once I finished with my paperwork and books, I was actually done by 3:00 PM today. I asked if there was anything anyone needed before I left. I got the smart ass remark of “Yeah, you can take out the garbage cuz I seem to get stuck with it every day it seems.” Whiney bastard with smartass sarcasm, that’s the last time I offer to help you out with anything. Ass-munch!

My Unit Coordinator, AKA, my immediate supervisor is pretty cool. My boss is cool! The old UC that I worked under with the girls is an ok person I guess, but he’s mainly a social nimrod when it comes to having a personality toward me. Perhaps I am being a bit harsh on the old UC, but the new UC has got it together and is not wound up so tight that coal dust could turn to diamonds in a day or two if you shoved it up his ass. I mean the new UC actually ensures that his staff gets a meal if they’re in the QR or something. Whereas the old UC withheld a meal on me on purpose because he didn’t think I should focus on eating while the girls were in the group room being obnoxious with their meal. Eh? Jerk.

It basically breaks down to this, my first day on the boys unit wasn’t nearly as bad as the first 3 hours as a staff member on the girls’ unit. Ugh. I got to know more about my unit team members in a half hour or so than in the 8 weeks working with the staff members on the girls’ unit. Eh? Things run a little differently there on the boys unit. It’s go with the flow yet keeps things in check. I can deal with that!

Other news! Got to go to Wisconsin and had a blast. Didn’t get Commode Huggin’ Drunk as much as I wanted to, but I had a lot of fun. In fact, I drank just enough to be giddy for several hours and have fun. :) YAY! The fencing was good and the weather was acceptable, even the torrential storm that cut some activities short on Saturday. The lake was also beautiful, pretty blue and clean. The peacocks were amusing. The peacocks were EVERYHWERE. The peacocks look strangley like komodo dragons from a distance out of the corner of your eye as they try to run across the street. It was a weird double take moment there and I hadn’t even been drinking at the time. Fun-fun! Here’s a link to some pictures of the event. http://nsgallery.melm.org/main.php/v/ARRGVI/ Enjoy! It’s time for me to jet here.

Tammolly~ Exhausted because the AC was broke at work today. :( Ugh

...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…

Updating That Resume’

As my luck would have it when things seem too good to be true, it might the case once again. Not saying it will happen, but I’ve been transferred off the unit I was working on with the angelic harpies. Instead, I’ll be working on a unit full of boys age 12 and under. It will be an ADHD and ADD fest over there. Very active little buggers, but they’re certainly more fun to deal with than the girls I’ve been working with on the weekends. When you feel your safety is at stake on a daily basis on a unit full of girls, who would gladly rip your hair out at any given moment of crisis on the unit. Yeah, apparently getting chunks of your hair ripped out isn’t a good reason to cry when you are adrenaline crashing and in shock that you’re in pain for that reason and a number of other fucked up things going on in your head. Supposedly, that’s grounds for getting moved off of that unit as well.

M’kay, sorry, too much adrenaline over loads any means of sensible rationality for me. Fuck that! Never mind the fact that that happened, the hair pulling thing, but not restraining a child when someone else deemed it appropriate, mind you it’s an arbitrary notion to restrain a child in some cases, but hey, I got a one day suspension TODAY just for that and something else I can’t even begin to explain in any sensible way.

Probably my biggest pet peeve is that if I screw something up that’s a suspend-able offense in that place, I might not get the written warning meeting until a week later. Yeah, so any sense of feeling like things are getting better on the job goes out the window yet again. I don’t argue, I’ve tried talking to the people who decide these things, but apparently they have some serious guidelines that aren’t accessible at any given moment. I don’t have printouts of stuff, even when I have asked for them repeatedly. You just get told, you did this and this, so we’re going to do this to you for that. Blah-blah-blah-blah. ARRG! *grumble*

Oh yeah, putting in for Memorial Day Weekend off over a month ago was apparently not good enough, there’s some kind of form to fill out specifically for holiday weekends. This means, the reservations I made for Adam and me for ARGG VI in Wisconsin is likely out the mo’foe window now. If I am lucky, I might be able to get someone to trade me days, but the folks who would have traded me weekends around work on the old unit. I’m starting on a new unit Monday and who knows if anyone will trade me there. Yay-fuckin’-rah boys and girls.

Alas, having a 3 day weekend now means I can try to relax after updating my resume’. I now want to focus on a new Monday on a new unit and hopefully have less trouble with the whole new unit. Fencing Sunday at a friend’s house will be a plus, must have some fun! Gonna work on some knitting, perhaps get that spiffy sock cap done in time for cold Pennsic nights. Hey, maybe the Sloshed Fairy will come by too, bring me some wine and get good and schnockered for the helluvit. Yah know, Commode Hunggin’ Drunk is always delightful. There’s definitely some relaxation on order here. Hope y’all have a great weekend! *grin*

Tammolly~ Keeping that chin up

...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…

Weird Shit O’Meter

I swear that I have some kind of crazy shit magnet on my ass some days. Was out shopping with the boyfriend at Meijer’s for some sun glasses and miscellaneous things. So the boyfriend says he’s gotta run off to the loo and he’d be back. Ok, cool, I can go look at miscellaneous things like really cool bath towels that look kinda nautical and that might be a nice touch to the bad 70’s-ish motif going on in the guest bathroom. I’m no Martha Stewart by any means, but hey, I do what I can some days.

Anyhoo, back to me waiting on Adam to come back. He calls me on the celly to see where I am at in the store, just to make sure I was still where he left me or at least in the proximity of where he left me. Crazy lady with on of those horizontal stacked tall carts makes a U-Turn around me while I’m on the phone and rams it into the end of the aisle so hard that it sounds like a cart crashed into traffic. This kinda startles me a bit, figure hey, shit happens; perhaps she lost her balance, benefit of the doubt kind of thing. Adam’s asking me if I’m crashing into things, yet I don’t have a cart. *jokester that he is* So talking to him and watching crazy lady with the cart was kinda challenging. Meanwhile, crazy cart lady decides to follow me around in circles like she’s trying to run my ass over in the aisle. WTF?! Do I have some kind weird shit magnet on my ass for this sort of thing? The whole incident was kinda spOOky to say the least. Rattled my ass, that’s for sure.

Apparently, crazy car lady chased someone else around with her cart, but Adam says he saw her checking out on the other end of the store when I was checking out. Either way, that was messed up. Woman with weeble-wobble body, more like a tick, large body, small head, and a buzz cut. Top that off with some wrap around redneck NASCAR sun glasses and 5’9 or so, you have crazy cart lady in Meijer scaring the piss out of unsuspecting people. That’s messed up. PSYCHO! *cue ominous bad movie music* Scree! Scree! Scree! Arrg…

Tammolly~Disturbed

...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…

SNOW IN APRIL WTF?

Well, some one from American General Financial called me twice today. So that’s like a dozen calls in the past week it seems. It's the company we have our mattress set financed with. Courtesy call etc... Well, I'm up to 2 calls/hang-ups in a day. I just got off the phone with them; the only thing I am interested in is the mattress and paying it off. I don't want calls about bill consolidation, personal loans, or any other crap. They’ve taken me off their call list. :) It's like, I deal with psychotic children all day, and you really don't want me to channel that energy on you. =)~ I'm still trying to figure out what part of DO NOT CALL they don't understand. I mean, YES, I have a short term loan for a mattress set with your company. That's ALL I'm concerned about; I don't give two hoots and a rats ass what else you have to offer me at the moment. Grrrr. Stupid people suck

Anyhoo, it’s friggen freezing outside. We’re talkin’ flurries and wind that could freeze mouse nuts. We nearly roasted to death at work when it first got warm outside, we hit some record high temps for March and now we’re in what feels like Antarctic conditions compared to the weather we’ve had the past few weeks. Suckage. It’s apparently supposed to get colder this weekend. Yippy.

Tammolly~ Annoyed

...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…

POW OOFF UGGH AWKKK BONK (POST 100)

HOLY BAT SHIT CATWOMAN! THEY’RE EVERYHWERE! So the title of this blog came from some website that actually made a list of Batman POW things that flash on the screen sans a few "O"s and "K"s to make sure it fit on the title line a little better. I find that amusing, because I Googled Batman POW and that list came up third or forth in the search. It figures that there is some sad little geek out there that actually took the time to log that shit onto a web page. Anyhoo…Back to the POW portion of the title.

Holy Snikies! I think I just need to pitch a fit whenever experienced staff want to leave me alone with these kids. I feel like saying these little fuckers, but that would almost be mean. Two of my little darlings decided to jump on each other and get into a fist fight in the gym today. Not even five minutes went by when my partner went out for a smoky treat break. DAMNITALL! I don’t dig this leaving me alone shit. Building supervisor says to work with me more closely, yet I am alone trying to run groups all week since they’re on spring break.

That’s another thing; this is a sad fact that I have to come to terms with. They look normal, but they’re mentally retarded and developmentally disabled in several aspects as well. They’re lucky if they have a third grade reading level and these are the “high functioning” kids. They lack some serious impulse control, they’re attention seeking, manipulative, aggressive, show poor judgment and problem solving skills and that ladies and gentlemen isn’t even the crux of the problems they have! *sniffle*

I know it’s gonna get better. They will stop getting all nucking futs as often as they have been with me lately. I’m told FOUR MONTHS is the magic number when they will start to listen and take you a little more seriously. That’s after they’ve tried to drive you off on a daily basis. It’s sh’loads of fun for all! Sh’loads= SHIT LOADS. Yeah, I’m a little out of sorts today. It was a one smoky treat day, which I’d like to kick myself for yet again. That and the pound of junk food I’ve consumed since I’ve gotten home. All that eating right while at work is out the window! *ugh*

Tammolly~ Frustrated still.

...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…

Flying Monkeys And Harpies

I described them as Velociraptors once. It seemed to be a fitting description! It occurs to me that I could come with other descriptors too. Flying Monkeys is one of the few I have come up with. Perhaps it’s the pack mentality the girls seem to have, swooping in on poor Dorothy just like the Wicked Witch’s Flying Monkeys!!!!!! Harpies is another good one. The literal meaning of the word seems to be "whirlwinds" since I have been looking up information on Harpies today. I didn’t know they were Greek myths! Learn something new everyday I guess.

I know I am probably being mean about these kids, but you can’t help but wonder if they sit up in their beds at night thinking of ways to fuck with staff the next day. My boss says I’ll be going through their bad ass attitudes for at least 3 months when they figure I am really not going anywhere. Then it’s possible I won’t be getting as much shit from them as I am getting now. I may only have to repeat myself three times rather than a dozen before another staff member actually comes in to wrangle the situation.

Oh well, hey, I have a day off, so I’m gonna go hit the treadmill, because I need to start doing that. Then I’m gonna go to Julie’s for lunch, haven’t seen her in a while and I could use a good piece of pie today! Plus, my honey is leaving for four days and that really sucks ass, but that just means I can jump him when he gets back. That’s always fun!

Tammolly~ Making plans.

...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…

The Girls

It’s messed up that every single day that I am on the job I get a new eye opening, oh my fucking lord, experience. I mean I’ve always had an inkling of how messed up this world can be at times, but it has never compared to the reality that the kids I work with have faced in the past. On average, the kids placed in the facility I work for have had a minimum of 12 different placements in foster care and the like. I’ve found a few of them have had over 30 placements! Eh?! The scarier thought is the fact that for every child we have, there has got to be a 100 or more out there lost in the shuffle. *sniffle* I’m disturbed by this revelation to say the least.

Thought of the day! It was better than yesterday when I was driven to smoke a cigarette like my life depended on it or I was going to crack! I had to restrain a kid on my own, no other staff, in a locked gym with other residents. I had to have one of them get into my pocket and call out for more staff assistance. It really sucked. When staff is called to a PRT (Primary Restraint Technique) they’re usually a monitor. Monitors make sure you’re doing your PRT correctly, relieve you if necessary, and help diffuse the situation that occurred. So my very first PRT was one my own, my adrenaline is running 90 friggen miles an hour. I couldn’t really breathe except like a dramatic sniffling heave in short bursts. It’s hard to explain, but when you’re sitting there in a PRT you’re only praying your training has kicked in correctly. By the time the monitor got there and he relieved me seeing that I’m quite worked up. I was shaking pretty bad. Scary bad, it was a feeling unlike anything I’ve experienced. I must have been shaking for hours; it probably was hours, because I didn’t get first break until after lunch. CIGARETTE!

I can normally convince myself that a cigarette will taste like total shit if I have one in order to talk myself out of buying a pack. Yesterday, I wanted to focus on something else besides the trembling, anything else but that. CIGARETTE! Unfortunately, the whole self talking of it will taste like total shit didn’t work, because it tasted good, it felt good, and I had another right after that and felt better damn it all.

So today was a good day. No PRTs. I didn’t have 4 pink sheets to fill out for QR time (quiet room) and I didn’t feel the compulsion to buy a carton of cigarettes or even smoke today. I suppose I have to come up with a better coping skill than to bum a cigarette off a fellow staff member. It sucks that I went through that whole thing yesterday and I will continue to work on the not smoking thing. I’m not planning on giving up on the girls or my job. Yes, it’s a job, but it comes with some heavy heart ache, great joys, and glimmers of hope. I feel blessed for not having been through the things they’ve been through and I pray that I can give them the skills to live out in the real world.

Tammolly ~ Feeling lucky today.

...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…

A Saturday Off

It’s finally a Saturday off, nowhere to be in particular except the mattress store to pick up the rest of the KING SIZE BED PARTS! WOO HOO! King size bed! Crap…Gotta buy sheets. Bought four sets to go along with the king size mattress that is über soft and fluffy and comfy and and and…It’s all good. :) Now guests can sleep on the uber soft queen size pillow top complete with über comfy sheets and memory foam. *bliss* We just didn’t have enough room for us to sleep sprawled out. I like sprawled out, I can stretch and not kick Adam when he’s trying to sleep! =)~

Work is still going well, especially if you count the near 27 hours of OT coming up on the next pay check. Went through the initial PRT training (Primary Restraint Technique) which is what the kiddos get when they physically threaten themselves or others. My body feels like it’s been used as a piñata for this three day physical training. I feel confident that I will handle most of the stuff these kiddos can throw at me. I can take down a 6’3 man that is triple my weight! Granted, I’m not gonna look for trouble, but I will be somewhat prepared.

So my weekend consists of off today, getting mattress and stuff. Then I will be working for Nick tomorrow, a co-worker. After work, I have fencing, and more recovery from TOTAL muscle tenderness from PRT training. I am thinking I should have just not worked for Nick, but he swore if I need a favor he’ll work for me, three days even, that is if he doesn’t walk off the job. I’ve heard of this happening there, including a supervisor. That would suck ass. :(

I am wholly optimistic about this new job. Everyone seems to get along really well and that’s a good thing. Chris and Nick are jokingly called Shake ‘N’ Bake. Apparently that’s based on the movie Talladega Nights. I wanted my two hours back after that movie. Ironically it made fun of rednecks and NASCAR, so I’m all for making fun of them, but I just couldn’t appreciate the HILARITY of the whole concept until Chris and Nick started talking about it. I’m now scarred.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’ve got a few things to do and then I’m probably going to profusely enjoy the new bed once we get it home and set up! WOO HOO!

Tammolly~Bouncey!

...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…

Survival Of The Fittest

Looks like the new job is going to be quite the trying time. I suppose that having learning disabled children with emotional disturbances restrained in the middle of the classroom because they just threw a tray of cups and water pitcher at their class mates is fairly normal. It’s normal to have these kids take swings at you, punch, kick, bite, stab, cut, and otherwise clock you one just for redirecting them. Velociraptors seem kinder than what some of these kids are capable of, especially in groups. I observed something of a clever if not manipulative thing to do to a staff member. One kid talks to the staff member while a few others sneak up behind the staff member and then jump them. Wow!

I have learned long ago to be situationally aware when working with clients. Positioning yourself close to exits and in area where leaving is accessible if thing get funky is always ideal. Think secret agent man in a clandestine rendezvous in some pub. You bet your bippy Mr. Secret Agent Man is gonna be covering his arse in more ways than one. I have never liked having my back to groups, so this shouldn’t be a problem in avoiding sneak attacks. It could happen.

So this week is shadowing other employees. Next week is some intense training for work. After that, it’s anyone’s guess. I’m not too worried about it. I think I can handle the job for the most part. I think I will survive! :)

Tammolly~ Feeling like a fish out of water for the moment.

...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…

BOOYAH!

So, it's me last day here in ol' Purdue country. I can't say that I will miss this place much. Yesterday was the magical finger printing day and that was something special. Their lobby furniture looked like it came right out of That 70's Show. Ugly ass plaid chairs! They were sad chairs. A family of 7 showed up to be fingerprinted right after me, so I'm glad I got there when I did. Fun-fun, still picking ink out of my finger nails. :(

New job seemed a bit confused when I came in with the fingerprint card before their paperwork had been filled out. I was told I could go do that before coming into the new place for that particular paperwork. Blah-blah-blah. It's all good after the initial confusion. I mean I'm starting on MONDAY! YAY! Buzzzzzzzzzz. Time out. I've got to reference sheets that need to be filled out by reliable professional types. Wulf was an easy choice to make, he filled it out and I was on my merry way. The second one was a bit of a quandary, especially since I just wanted to get them done before Monday and they wanted those sheets turned in as early as possible etc etc. So I went on over to WVH ACT office. *gulp*

I hadn't been back there since the day I left last January. It was tough and I wondered if I could even count on my old supervisor to fill it out with even remotely decent things to say about me. The other therapist that I worked with was unavailable to look it over. The whole time, the secretary wasn't in the reception area, so I was waiting around for a bit hoping to get someone to fill this darn thing out. The office psychologist meanders through. I talk him up for a bit; he fills it out, albeit with brief and concise doctor remarks in doctor’s scribe. VOILA! I'm done. I don't have to look back at WVH and worry about poor references or other stupid crap, because I have a job starting Monday. MONDAY! :)

Being that it took over 14 months to find a new job in social work, I don't intend to screw this one up and I do intend to have something lined up before leaving and some money saved up and and and, be prepared for contingencies as best as I can. :) It's all I can do at this point. Meanwhile, break time is over and I have some stuff to do yet. I lose the computer at noon and then El Tubbo is here. Fun-fun-fun.

Tammolly~ All giddy and stuff.

...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…

The Final Count Down!

Only a few more days to go here. I'm doing my best not to say fuck it and go home from moment to moment. There were things I was willing to put up with because it was necessary to do so in order to pay the bills. Now, this place is unnecessary and along with it the inherent BS that comes with being a clerical monkey that does menial things all day long. I've been bounced around since the intern gets to have my desk. Eh, I've found ways around that now while she's here, like today for instance. Woo Hoo! I can move stuff around on someone else's desk and I'm sure they'll love me just as much for it as I love it when the intern moves my stuff around before I get back. C'est la vie.

This week, sometime between now and Thursday morning, I need to go to the state police department to get a finger print card done for my employment at THE NEW JOB. WOO HOO! It's happening folks. MONDAY! MONDAY! MONDAY! Say it like one of those cheesy announcement guys that do auto dealer commercials for television. Or monster truck rallies or something. MONDAY! MONDAY! MONDAY! I'm in such a weird mood today.

Thursday is lunch out with the crew day. So many folks want to come to my lunch to send me off. WOO HOO! How sweet! I get a free lunch and will likely have ink remnants on my fingers after my visit to the police department. It seems to be the plan, sleep until 8 and head out from the house to the police department, then to THE NEW JOB and after that, lunch with the office mates of past and present. YIPPY! Then one last day, one last day to get bumped from me desk for the intern to use. One last day for delivering mail and sneaking gtalk moments with the schnookums. :) I probably won't sneak so much, after all, it would be my last day and I don't care if the shrew or Miss Clydesdale tries to bug me about it. NOT MY PROBLEM ANYMORE LADY!

Sadly, I didn't find out until today that the intern is from Gary. So we've had quite a bit to chat about today, you know, stuff about places, events, and news and stuff. It was kinda nice to actually give her a personality for once. Not just El Tubbo or that damned intern, but a background that tells me she's been through some of the worst environments to grow up in within Indiana, but the intern nonetheless. My last week, I'm not going to try and develop any real relationships with anyone. I will likely never see any of them again and I'm ok with that for the most part. :) I'm evil that way.

I hold no special place in my heart for Purdue or WVH. There are very few people I would get upset about not seeing again from either place, at least not the people I worked with while at at WVH. I take exception to a few of them that were just plain cool to know and I do miss the clients despite the fact they nearly sucked the life from me on a daily basis. Ugh. That's enough babbling for now though. ENJOY!


Tammolly~ Counting the days

...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…

Hail Purdue!

Well, that's the last time I touch any of my office mate's stuff. She's got this 2001 Purdue Football bobble head dude on her cabinet. Mind you, a bored Tammolly is a dangerous Tammolly. I'm making the head bobble around while waiting on her to get done with someone else. I see a button on the bobble head guy, it looks sorta mechanical in nature, movable arms and stuff. I hit the button and the Purdue fight song start blaring out of this thing and there is no way to turn the damn thing off! lol Everyone is now looking over their perspective cubicle prairie walls to see what all the noise and laughter is about. I was laughing so hard I was in tears. too funny. 11:15 Break TIME!

LUNCH TIME! 12:21 I haven't been having much fun today. Well, sorta, I'm finding more and more stuff the intern should be doing and is not. Before, I would try to keep things somewhat organized in the folders and file some stuff before she got here to work on W-2 duplicate request forms. Now, I'm not even making mailing labels! REALLY! She's supposed to be doing this stuff. She's gotta be one of the most unmotivated people I have met. Takes no initiative to see that something needs done and just doesn't do it. If you see a stack of papers, alphabetize them or put them in numerical order or even by date. WHICHEVER WE WILL NEED TO SEARCH FOR STUFF BY! A'rooo?

So I spent a half hour of my morning putting post-its on piles of paper with instructions on what she needs to do with them. We're supposed to look for returned W-2s when the duplicate requests come into the office. (Let's save some resources here by not wasting paper by printing out duplicates that don't need to be printed out here shall we?) I don't think she's been doing that either. A few things need to be done with each sheet! Highlight the name to make locating that information easier. Circle what needs to be done with the duplicate, mail, fax, or front desk for pick-up. Place a check mark in the upper right corner to show you have checked for the returned W-2s. Once they are completed, right down the date it was completed then put them in the completed folder in alphabetical order, not in clumps of alphabetical order, or groups of letters in alphabetical clumps, make sure they are ALL IN ONE STACK IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER IN THE COMPLETED FOLDER! Oy-vey

It's clearly not rocket science folks. Obviously, I know how to do this, because I've been doing all this crap for her and busting ass to get my stuff done, which I have not had time to do without skipping breaks and working through my lunch hour! Now that it's her responsibility, it's a huge friggen deal and she's not happy about it. Go figure. It means she'll have to stop moving around like a sloth and get something done in the 20 hours a week she's here besides chat and fiddle with her music player. I have no sympathy for students and the work they have to do, especially when I had a full-time job, full-time school, and a full-time and a half pain in the ass ex-husband who didn't get it. My supervisors are now seeing exactly why I was so pissed about the whole losing my desk deal when she's clearly not getting the work done, the little stuff is part of the work too and I'm done with the coddling.

Only nine more days to go before the new job starts. Granted, it's only five working days if you want to look at it that way. Five more days! WOO-HOO! No more Tubbo and crappy office drama and BS to deal with from the hell pit that is Purdue's clerical nightmare tango! I hope the people I will be working with won't be as annoying as some of the folks I have run into around here. Hopefully, I'll be dealing mainly with the kids rather than the employees, but we'll see what happens here. :) Time to end me lunch hour with a few Girl Scout cookies. Mmmmm cookies.


Tammolly ~ Just passing time



...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…

Tyrannical Shrews

There's a woman in this cubicle farm that just gets on my nerves. I don't know why, she seems like she could be perfectly nice outside of the job setting, otherwise her mannerisms and such just bug total crap out of me. She's a manager person and she has her hands in everyone's cookie jar whether it's her department or not. Apparently in her own department over the next cubicle wall, she's told her folks they're not allowed to talk to each other and that they're only supposed to be keying information for vouchers. THAT'S IT! Never mind the fact the OnePurdue has consistently screwed up since they implemented it. Oy-vey, it's a nightmare around here with that damned OnePurdue crap. I'm told it has been working great on the satellite campuses, bully for them, it's not working out well here. I guess my main thought about the annoying manager person is that you don't have be a tyrannical shrew to get results from your underlings. Right? Oh hell yeah!

Many many many moons ago, I worked for a data entry firm that did medical records and stuff. We had hourly quotas to meet each day we were there. That boss didn't allow us to talk either. So we only did the minimum and yelled at anyone new who came in and blasted through projects like there was no tomorrow. It was our passive aggressive way of saying if you let us talk a little, we'll be more than happy to work a little harder for you. I eventually just got a CD player and listened to music all day while working there. I kinda do that here, but it's not quite the same thing. We're allowed to talk in our department and we get lots done when we're here. Go figure. Okey dokey, break time is over and I don't think I'll be back into this one today.

Tammolly ~ Kinda just here today.

...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…

Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead~ HAPPY MARDI GRAS!

So, Tubbo showed up late today and I'm thinking I can't believe I'm wasting time trying to move shit around from one desk to another before ten this morning so she could have when she came in. So instead of processing departmental mail I'm moving things around. Had a somewhat pointless to me meeting this morning with our department. Knowing that I am leaving here in two weeks means any additional duties or information really doesn't pertain to me unless what I am doing is changing. It hasn't changed as far as anyone knows, so I coulda been doing other stuff that was more important than sit in a meeting with the irritable bowels grumbling for over a half hour. Talk about not staying on task either, blah blah blah blah.. Blah blah? Blah. I'm thinking stay on topic so we can get this over with before I let loose a juicy one just for you! ARRG! I ended up walking out on an emergency potty run because I couldn't take it anymore and was about to start my head to spinning like the exorcist in order to get out of there! I know, I'm sure you wanted to know my potty habits of the day, but it certainly set the tone for me being more irritated with El Tubbo more than usual. Besides the fact that she bugs me while I'm at the computer on lunch, she just makes me crazy with the incisive yawning, she sounds like a St Bernard that needs its adenoids removed when she yawns.

On a happy note, it's Mardi Gras! YAY! We had king cake and beads passed about the office area. Apparently, there's a plastic baby in the cake and whoever gets the slice of cake with the baby in it has to bring the king next year. I reminded them that my last day was going to be March 2nd and that I wouldn't be here next year. :-) Anyhoo, the cake was good too. Mmmm it was made by O'Rears, a local bakery that just beats the piss out of Krispy Kreme. :) Sidetracked the whole meeting when the boss got the plastic baby and nearly cracked a tooth on it while chomping on the cake. lol It was funny for about 3 seconds until the belly began the rumbling again. Ugh.

Other than that, lunch is nearly over and I have to get my happy arse into some other e-mail accounts to make sure it's not backed up to high heaven with e-mail like it was yesterday. yay-rah. I'm still psyched about the new job though, can't wait to see how much "fun" it's going to be working with these special kids. wOOt!

T~Molly~ Chipper


...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…

Something’s Rotten In The State Of Denmark

For some reason, this building smells like a combination of old people and antiseptic today. *blech* It's a nauseating scent whatever it is. I got another interview on Monday with an entirely different place. I feel like I'm just wasting time with interviews when I'm not getting any calls back. WTF? Yah know? It's been really frustrating and I don't want to think about unemployment benefits and other such things because I just don't know how long this place will last before they no longer need me. Ugh. :( Lots of uncertainties and frustration when it comes to work and stuff. The one interview that I am gunning for and hoping to get has already made its decision, but they can't tell me who that is or if it's me because the background checks have not come through. Eh? Man, that's really getting frustrating. :( And it's not very encouraging either.

I am not at my desk today either. So hey, I'm not very excited about being here either. I suppose I will never be happy or content with a job, at least not all the time. I'm happy as a clam to have my desk, its vast space and lighting to get my work done, and a garbage can. I have this classy printer paper box next to my cubby hole from hell to throw stuff in it. Yeah, it's just fab having to use a printer paper box for a garbage can. I got tired of getting up every single time I had to throw something away. El Tubbo has the garbage can at my desk so crammed with candy wrappers, soda cans, and junk that it looks like I just sit there ALL DAY with a feedbag on my face or something. Ugh. Oy-vey. That's all for now. Time to amuse myself elsewhere.

MOLLY!!!!!

...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…

Did You Just Fart?

So I had another interview today, this morning actually. I was not sure how it would go, especially after countless interviews and let downs, and rejection letters. I'm all ready for this to flop, I walked in feeling it would flop, one big notorious flop! FLOP! I came in a half hour early to fill out the paper application. Yip-py. Primary contact person comes out, we talk, I get the tour, we talk some more. I go sit and wait around a few more minutes. Meet with who would be my supervisor. We talk, we tour the facilities, "Did you just fart?" Yeah, that's what I thought he said when he asked me, "When can you start?" Seriously? Yes, seriously, when you can start? YAY! Bennies and 3 weeks vacation here I come! =) Woo-Hoo!

I will be working with the MRDD population, Mentally Retarded and Developmentally Disabled. It will be on helluva challenge and it will tell me weather or not I want to go into that area of concentration of study for my master's degree. wOOt! Also, from what I was told, they will pay and/or assist in tuition. YAY! Too bad that deadline has passed for this year. We'll see what happens. TWO WEEKS! I start in TWO WEEKS and with a decent raise! Woo HOO!

Happy-happy-happy Tammolly

...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…

I’m A Meanie

No idea how pissed off I'm feeling at the moment. Last week, additional duties were assigned. I asked about what would happen to the duties assigned involving the use of computer once the intern shows up for work on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday. I was told she would need to find another spot once she comes in on those days. Hey, this makes me happy, I don't have to worry about losing my space anymore, or at least for a while until OnePurdue gets its shit together. Ugh. NOT! She walks in, I'm off my desk, and stuck in the corner like the puppy that pissed on the kitchen floor. Bad Tammolly, no cookies for you or something. Grrrrrrr

The ride in wasn't pleasant due to every single intersection being backed up to a quarter mile or more or less, but mostly backed up to high heaven. Yay-ray. The extra half hour I gave myself to get in today was chewed up with traffic and morons that don't know how to drive in the snow. Morons exist all the time on the highway, but they seem to be more prolific on snow days. For example, my turn off the main road to get to work was back up all the way to a previous light. It’s usually four lanes and then a center turning lane to use for various places. THE CENTER LINE IS PILED WITH SNOW! Traffic is not only backed up, people are trying to get in the left lane from the right lane because it’s not moving at all. Then assholes from the left lane creep up through the center turning to get to the railroad underpass the cut back into the left lane. NOWAY! I made every single one of those jerk wads wait on me by pulling up just enough on the left so the folks in the right could get over for a few minutes since no one else was letting them get into the lane to get around the hold up. Then I went and by that time, center lane people are pissed because they had to wait. BOOYAH! Take that stupid people! C'est la vie.

Back to office crankiness, BIG STACK O' W-2s to be mailed out, only the addresses printed on the W-2s are not correct and require the use of a computer to make the labels to place over the mailing window in order to ensure they get mailed to the correct place, not the old address. I hand them over to the intern, she asks why I'm not doing them at the up front desk; lunch is in 15 minutes, I still have sorting to do for faxes and pick-up vouchers for the check desk. She pouts; I jump with glee with my inner vengeance monkey because I don't have to type up 50 mailing labels because I don't have a computer. Nor will I make the effort to find one since mine is occupied despite additional duties being assigned that require the use of a computer. HAH! Passive aggressive is me, so deal with it intern girl. I coulda got those labels done in 20-30 minutes mind you. She’s been working on them for an hour and a half and messed them up twice. Ha! Ha! I know, I’m such a meanie. That's all for now. :)


T~M

...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…

Oh What A Winter Wonderland

Dashing through the snow, in my trusty 4X4. Dumb broad trying to tailgate me and I'm ready to go postal. Ok, so it doesn't scan perfectly to Jingle Bells, but that was the gist of the morning commute. Foot and a half drifts in the driveway between the vehicles. I looked like I was attacked by a dandruff machine just bebopping out to the truck to start it up. EEK! The usual morning commute time doubled if not slightly more. I drove in the left lane at a top speed of 35 or less, mostly less. I figured since the plows hadn't bothered with the left lane I might make tracks for someone to follow if they needed to do so. Stupid woman driver is up my ass like a hemorrhoid, I guess she wanted me to get twitchy and slam the breaks so she could ride in the truck bed or something. Stupid tailgaters! ARRG!

It's still snowing and blowing, campus is open, we're expected to come in even though everyone else in their right mind is shut down off campus. All of the school canceled, including Ivy Tech! LAST NIGHT! They preemptively closed last night! Purdue is still open. Nice. So I am taking my break at 11 and gonna scope out the horizons outside during lunch to determine whether or not I will just take my happy ass home and build a cozy fire in the fire place.

Been awake mostly since 2:30 this morning because my happy fat grey cat decided to howl and paw at the door until I got up and showered him with the spray bottle. Then, I couldn't get back to sleep until about 5:30-ish. Grrrrrr. He can't help it that he has no learning curve and enjoys getting sprayed with the water bottle at all hours of the night. If he wants attention, I'll toss him in the shower next time. Cat wash anyone?! Oy-vey.

At this point in the day, I have a small stack of sorting to do, the morning mail has finally showed up, and anyone who could do anything with it is not here today, so I'm not sure what the point of sorting the mail is at this point. One of my office mates is going to have a stack of sorted billing to input. The new billing systems sucks since the new cost center numbers are not matched up with old cost center numbers or funding groups! Signatures that i recognized for old cost center numbers don't have a department name included or any reference to the old stuff, so it's a one by one search in the old books to match up signatures and see if I can do a reverse reference. Way to go OnePurdue! You suck! You've cost me my temporary staffing gig on campus and now I have to look at another temp agency altogether. Grrr. Hey, I'm still here though, for how long, I don't know, the other temp has been here since October of last year. Fun-fun. I hope I can hang on that long. Break time over! 11:12AM

12:39PM HOME! They’ve sent us home until noon tomorrow where I get to come in and work 5 hours. Worked 4 hours today and now I am home counting my blessings and cursing stupid fucking drivers. It never fails that someone with four wheel drive gets cocky when the weather gets bad. I got a 4X4 so I could get to work without feeling like I was going to have a heart attack in my car. That and my car wouldn’t have made in or out of work today, too much snow and I woulda been stuck somewhere along the way in either direction. Idiot in his little pick’em-up truck with a plow blade on the front starts sliding sideways in my general direction and almost hit me on the way to home. Gives me the dirty look for being on my side of the road, not only my side of the road but close to the shoulder to make more tracks for others to follow since the snow is more than 6 inches deep! Dumbass! I flipped him off and kept going. Stupid people suck.

Anyhoo, that’s it. Been getting argumentative with idiots on a gaming server that only do what they want to anyway. Me thinks it’s time to remove myself from the activity of that list and just continue on with the few relationships I’ve built there, because the rest of it has become not fun. Whatever happened to fun? Damn that sucks.

Tammolly ~ Tired of stupid crap going on.


...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…

What A Twist!

So I come in this morning, get here about 10 minutes early and run through all the mail I have in the inboxes of a few accounts. It's a dreary morning, I'm feeling kinda blah and that I've somehow been hit by mac truck and did anyone get the license plate number of that truck? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Clearly waking up and feeling kinda icky in the sinuses and throat was an indication of a bad day scenario. SO far so good though. I have been given additional responsibilities this fine Monday. It involves use of the computer and that means the intern is SOL for the time being. Yeah, that's right, temp girl gets her desk back! Granted, whims of the co-workers and managers are as fickle as the wind blows or something metaphorical or another.

Last week marked the informing of temporary staffing that after their current assignment is fulfilled, they are no longer in Purdue's temporary staffing department. NO MORE TEMPORARY STAFFING DEPARTMENT! I won't be getting another assignment unless I go through Manpower, which is renowned for ripping off temporary employees. So when they're contracted for $15 an hour or more, they only pay you $10 if you're lucky and still no benefits. I gotta set that up soon though, otherwise this is going to get ugly and fast, especially since I've finally got my direct deposit split for checking and a little bit of savings each check. Don't make me get all angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. Well, you'd probably laugh at my anger, because I'm told it resembles something between a pissed of wet cat and a fussy chipmunk at times.

So it feels warmer outside than it has been in a few weeks. We're talking a whole whopping 20 degrees here! It feels like it's in the 40's! It was below freezing for so long, I was forgetting what it felt like to not have the hairs in my nose freeze. That's pretty pathetic if you ask me. I suppose I should not complain about a little cold and snow when New York got nailed with 8 + feet of snow and counting. HOLY SHITE BATMAN! That's a lot of snow!

So this past weekend was Val Day and there were a lot of fencers there. Ran into a buddy of mine that I haven't seen since the last Val Day methinks. He says he still reads my blog to see what's going on with me. Hi Rick! Post comments are I'll poke you silly with a stick next time I see you. :) Lurking does me no good if I don't know you're out there dude. :)~ And unto everyone else out there who reads this, I enjoy comments and feed back. Except from Adam, because I live with him and I get his comments whether I want to hear them or not. =)~ Hee-hee. Kidding!

Alas, lunch is almost over here and I have to get some paperwork prepped. Perhaps on next break I'll post more or not. Nope, that’s it for me today…. Oh my how time flies!

T~M

...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…

More Annoyances

To add insult to injury, I was moved into the cubby hole from hell the moment the intern walked in 10 minutes early. So I moved and prayed that I wouldn't go insane in a chair that won't adjust the height, banging my knees on the little table that feels like it was made for pre-schoolers to color at, and no FRIGGEN room to move without bumping into something with hands or feet. Throw in the fact that I've kneecapped myself on nearly everything within reached of this desk, I'm one happy camper. NOT! :(

I continued with my filing, since it was moved from the GREAT BIG EXPANSIVE DESK to dinky annoying crayon table where I feel like I am crouched over this damn thing like a scribing monk of doom. Grrrrrrrrr 45 minutes go by and all of my preemptive filing and checking and verifying for the intern so she won't have to waste her time on researching all this stuff before data entering W-2 information to get this ALL DONE before she leaves, she's nowhere to be found near the computer! Another 15 minutes go by and she still hasn't shown back up, but by that time I am walking my ass up to the front desk to sit there and file what needs to be filed in that area. (NOTE: It's colder than all get out up there. Probably 60 degrees and nearly impossible retain body heat. The desk is not ergonomically sound and uncomfortable. Again with the knee capping of myself on things that are within reach. :( It sucks.) So that's a short-term morning solution until 1 rolls around and that desk opens up for business with student and employee W-4 and international student help with their payroll and tax needs. 1-4 that desk is out of my reach. :( But hey, I managed to chew up enough time to come back to my regular area and file and fiddle and twiddle the thumbs until lunch rolls around.

I almost didn't get the use of this one for the simple fact that if you don't log yourself off of a station, no one else can log onto it for use. If you think you can be slick and just pull the plug and log yourself on after you plug the computer back in, guess again! Apparently it has been tried without much success. LOL It wasn't me thankfully, because that moron got YELLED at something fierce by several managers. Anyhoo, I come back from up front and find her checking e-mail and chatting it up on the phone about last night's whatever she did with her little friends. Dude, if I gotta give up prime real-estate for you to screw around half the time, I'm gonna get pissed off in a real friggen hurry here. The fact that I was desperate enough to log onto AIM and chat on my cell phone periodically just to get a technology fix was pathetic enough for me. Not to mention the fact that all the work she did the other day when she was here did not print correctly, nor was it verified if it was printed or not. So when folks came in to pick up their reprints and duplicates after 1pm yesterday, I had to deal with cranky people who wasted a trip because it wasn't done correctly. NICE! 8.50 an hour is not enough to put up with that kind of shit. Ugh. Oh well, I am going to finish eating lunch and then hit careerbuilder for more jobs in a bit.

I know, it's not the intern's fault and perhaps I am being mean due to stuff not going as ideally as I would have liked. It's a pain in the ass to move around and be stuck in a situation where you weren't consulted and then just told you were going to do something because there was a severe lack of planning on anyone's part! Ugh. She keeps coming by the printer to pick up stuff and trying to read over my shoulder. Perhaps I could just be annoyed by that. Right? RIGHT! She's a sweetie for the most part, so I shouldn't rag or fault her for management's lack of planning. Apparently she thinks it would be great to find my blog and read it too. Ummm, no, you wouldn't like me very much if you did find it chica. Not after what I've written this past week or so. I am fully aware of the fact that if someone were to find this blog and take offense at my ratings and observations, I would likely be fired for it. It's a risk I will take, because I would otherwise go nuts during my days here when there is nothing else to do. *sigh* Hope you're having a better day than me!

T~icked off~Molly

...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…

The Good Ol’ Days?

I heard from one of the crazy people I used to work with in one of the other offices. She's always had this look on her face like she's been startled or surprised. I mean she was wide eyed like she'd been drinking a case of Bawls every morning. Granted, I introduced her to Bawls when she first started working in that office, but she was spOOky looking from day one. She's the drama queen type that everything is a huge deal and if you poke fun at her she gets really offended. She exhibited the kind of paranoia that perhaps was almost justified at times, it seemed to ooze from her. She was a smoker that tried to cover up the fact that she smoked. So it was perfume scented ash tray woman. Not only was she perfume scented ash tray woman, she would turn on her desk fan and nearly choke me to death with that raunchy perfume of hers that she wore quite often. Just so happens that Purdue has a no scent policy. So that means scented lotion, perfume, and stuff like that. It was never enforced in that office until our HR lady explained her severe allergies and observed my complaints about ash tray woman's perfume. So she knocked it off for the most part. If the perfume had at least smelled good, I would not have minded, but it was nasty perfume. :( So she wants to go to LBC for lunch again sometime. Perhaps, just to humor her, I will go to LBC and catch up on the office gossip from over yonder! :)

Yesterday, we received approximately 4-6 inches of snow. The first real accumulation all season. I left work an hour early and came in a half hour early this morning in order to make up some of that time. I've got plenty to do today, so I can't complain much. It's when I will have to be moved over to the cubby hole from hell when the intern is here that will bug the shit out of me. :( Anyhoo, I drove home SLOW as I could. I got passed up by a Wal-Mart truck that continued to fishtail its way down the road probably long after I turned off to go home. It scared the shit out of me. I mean I seem to have this luck for doing nothing but driving in a straight line and going slow and have my vehicle decide it wants to take a merry-go-round detour. Or someone else's car decides it wants to take a merry-go-round detour and smack into me. It just happens in the snow, it sucks ass that it has been like that in the past it seems. So I took the car home with the heart rate doing 120 beats a minute or better, death grip on steering wheel, and praying I didn't wind up in the Wabash River or one of its draining fields. The usual 10-15 drive turned into 30 minutes and me cussing at assholes who pull out in front of me when if they had waited 15 seconds, there was nothing behind me for miles! A'rooo?! What's wrong with people and snow? Does their IQ drop to retardo levels once they get behind the wheel?! ARRRG! Therefore, this morning, I took the truck into work. I felt so much better coming into work. No worries about getting stuck on a hill. I didn't drive like a maniac, not like the stupid ass in a Mustang that was sliding and spinning out everywhere. I didn't dare pass him up, figured I was better off a safe distance behind him rather than near him. *sigh* People are so stupid sometimes.

Tammolly

...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…

Oh Joy.... NOT!

Grrr... Roar... And other explicatives I aught not say in the office. Here's the joy of being a temp at Purdue. I was informed that the intern gets to have my desk 3 days a week between 10 am to 5:30 pm. It's something like Tuesday, Thursday, and then Fridays are NOON to 5:30pm or something like that. My complaint is, my shit is at this desk, I have adopted this desk as my work space, not the kindergartner table they have crammed into one of the corners between the filing cabinets like a prison cell with poor lighting. My personal track ball mouse and USB extension cord is here. I don't want someone else using either one, they are MINE. I lose my happy quiet lunch space with the computer to check e-mail on lunch and type up my blogs that some folks actually like to read once in a while. Yeah, losing my desk at lunch pisses me off to no end; I lose it for break times on those days, so I won't have access to a computer. WTF? Apparently this is not uncommon around here. Ugh. I guess you can say I am fairly territorial about my stuff and my space. Besides, I went through the friggen effort to clean this area of food particles and other crap my first week here. I don't want to worry about someone else's cooties on the keyboard, phone, monitor etc etc. Did I mention I lose access to the computer and streaming music at my desk too? I'll be hooked up on the MP3 player more often than not then. Ugh. Yeah, this was not designed to make me feel happy today. Oh well, I have some other stuff to do.

So I am thinking now, they're running out of legitimate things for me to do and are looking for stupid things for me to stay busy with. They say they want to hang onto me as long as they can, but for some reason, I am thinking not so much so because of the whole getting bumped from my desk at least 3 days a week. Ugh. I am now sharing things to do with the other temp that trained me three weeks ago, so that's a scary thought. It's hard enough to feign busy with a computer at my desk, it's going to be hard to do so without a computer at my desk. Have I mentioned that there are at least two other departments on this floor without users for computer that just sit collecting dust since I have started working here? Perhaps it would be a good use of resources to put the intern there rather than bump me off my damn desk! Or let me go to another building where I might make more than 8.50 an hour doing much of the same thing or less. Blah-blah-blah-blah.

Almost forgot, scary thought. Sitting at a stop light with people in front of me, semi-truck decides blow through stop light and nail an SUV full of people. I don't know what he was thinking; he just flew on through the light and took this automobile out right in front of a bunch of people. EEK! Apparently everyone is ok, despite the fact the SUV got mangled, thank god for side impact air bags? I really don't know. Someone must have been looking out for them, that's for sure. It wasn't nearly as entertaining as watching stupid people sling up-side the right of a rig and have it turn into them. CAUTION! WIDE RIGHT TURNS! With pictures that show you what not to do. DUH! Not really the same thing, but hey, just thought I'd throw that in there. :)

Oh well, it's time for chocolate therapy.

T~Molly~Grumpin’

...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…

Vicious Squirrels

I just happened to see something that made me almost pee my pants I was laughing so hard. I suppose it if happened to me, I wouldn't think it was very funny at the time. Apparently this is not something unusual for this particular building, but then again, I've never seen it happen anywhere else on campus. Some guy went to throw his trash in the can stationed at the front set of doors outside. As he reached in to deposit his trash, a squirrel ran out and up his arm. I don't think I've ever heard a man scream like a girl quite like this. It's right up there with the time a buddy of mine screamed like a girl when a herd of deer decided to attack the car while we were stopped in the middle of the road waiting for about 20 of the bastards to cross over to the other side of the road. It was hilarious on both accounts though. It's not often you see something worthy of funniest home videos; I only wish I had a video camera for either event! :)

That's my funny for the day and I think that's all I have to say too! :) At some point I have to return to the psychotic animal featurette. Remind me sometime to finish off the Chicago squirrel and Pigeon story at some point.

Tammolly ~ Having a good laugh.



...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…

Just Waiting Around

WOW... So it just so happens that I had an interesting experience today. More interesting to me than anyone else I guess. I was sorting mail for our department and right now we're getting 1099 forms for us to file in our records. Not only are we getting 1099s, we're getting return W-2 forms because stupid people don't update their information after leaving Purdue and they come back to us. Jeez... I go through and open all of this stuff to look at what needs to be filed. Just so happens someone's stuff came here from where Adam works. I recognized the name and saw that it was a W-2 form that they were likely waiting for ALL MONTH LONG. I know I have not been the most patient person this year waiting for my W-2 information from 3 employers and unemployment. UGH! I just wanted to know if I was going to owe, break even, or get some cash back for once! Turns out, I am getting cash back, which is nice! :)

Anyhoo, I call Adam to make sure that person still worked there and then spoke with that person to let them know we had their W-2. From there, we made some arrangements and it is now in the correct hands. I for one am just glad it did not wind up somewhere it did not belong and in the wrong hands. I mean your whole life is on that W-2 and someone could just take your identity information and go to town on your behalf and not in a good way. I know this whole thing was alarming to the person, but I explained it was my job to open stuff and she didn't have to worry about confidentiality of her income information. At least she didn't have to order a duplicate W-2 and wonder what happened to her stuff. I mean, I could have just put it in another envelope with no explanation and mailed it back to her. I am not that mean! Besides, perhaps if I ever apply there again, my resume' might just stick out a little more for being so nice. So it wasn't an entirely altruistic intention I guess.

Onto other news. There stands a slight possibility that Adam might take on a promotion that may or may not come up within the next year. The positive is, it would be what he was hired on to do in the first place and he would be making more money. The possible negative is, he might have to move to corporate headquarters in north central Indiana. :( I don't object to this idea, mainly because I would not only go with him, I want to be with him. So moving isn't such a big deal when you get to do it with someone else. It's an altogether different calculation when you're moving alone because it's not as much fun and a lonely thought to process.

This will also make life interesting in the SCA since I will be closer to my fencing teacher. It also means some work to do with the group in that area since they don't have a regular practice if any at all. I looked at their web site before and I noticed you had to call to arrange for a practice because they just didn't have a regular practice set up. Eh? They are an odd lot up there; I've always heard that about them along with some other negative things. So it would be encouraged, nay-nay, required of me by my Warder that I get things moving along with that group if we were to move. Fun! Isn't it?

Not much else to ramble about. OOH! New hot water heater! No more night before work showers and waking up like a zombie for the day because I didn't get a hot shower in the morning. wOOt! Ooh and boiler explosion, or at least it sounded like an explosion this morning when the power went out on the entire campus. Someone, a moron of some kind, tripped a breaker that in turned tripped a shut down of a power grid, which in turn turned on the emergency pressure release for the boilers, which in turn made a really-really LOUD BOOM!. It made our windows, floors, and walls shake in our building since we’re right next to the damn power plant. Fun, yeah, anyone with any kind of post traumatic stress disorder issues probably shit themselves if they were anywhere nearby or in the elevators. The interviews have not returned back to me yet, I will hear from them within the next few weeks and if not, I will start calling back. One more interview tomorrow and then it's ALL DONE for now and just waiting to hear back. Yup, that's all I have to say now. =)

T~

...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…