To piss off and impress on

So for all the people I have pissed off this week, I have managed to impress a few too. Let me say that the people I have pissed off want to believe that I have something personally against them and so you just have to shrug you shoulders at those. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I rarely, if ever, mix my personal and professional feelings. If I do not respect you, the fact that you are mad at me holds no weight. My life is so full right now that, without being condescending, you really need to put on your big girl panties and not expect my direction to come with a hug.

Ok, so the things I will make time for are the projects in which I work with people I admire, mentoring people who really want to embrace change, and learning more about potential opportunities for my advancement. Interestingly enough all of this came on the same day - so you have to know that I am exhausted.

And were off......

G is back and we are on to our 90 mile an hour life again. Of course, after 5 days camping without his phone on (AHEM), he looks refreshed, relaxed, and ready to take on the world. Unfortunately, he has walked into Crazyville, Population Wife. We had two places to see tonight in our Suburban tour of available rental properties that accept 75 & 85 pound lap dogs, the boys are home, and Little is tired and grumpy. So we sat down to dinner at 6:45 with the caveat that we had to make a decision on one of the houses by 7:00. Nothing like an opportunity to weighs the pros and cons decisively. The good news is that we made a selection and my nights of surfing craigslist endlessly are over! The mediocre news is that we move in two weeks. The bad news is that I am working 40+ hours between now and then. The worse news is that I am going from a walk in closet with its own zip code to European style cabinets and no visible place for all of my shoes. If you are confused on my dilemma, please read my Ode to Circa Joan & David, and just know that I have bought yet another pair since that post. Can I have an Amen?

Drama is best when there is sex in the closet....

There is so much drama happening at the hospital and not the Gray's Anatomy sex in the closet kind. As an organization, we are preparing for the DNC, as a shift we are training new hires and have lost three of our best to maternity leave - thankfully, I get one of the best clerks back next week. As a department, we are dealing with an internal investigation courtesy of the extremely bad choices made by Webster (see the post on the Short Man Syndrome). I continue to be told that he is learning from his mistakes and yet, I have a ring side seat from which I can see that not only is he not learning, but he finds new and innovative ways to violate both P&P and common sense. The whole thing is taking its toll on all of us and is a source of constant gossip. At this point, I have zero stake in the outcome, I just need a decision and some normalcy.

My house is empty and I am not out of words yet

I am antsy and in a mood. I spent the weekend thinking that if something happened to G, I would be solid as a single parent. I still think that is true, but I feel a tad lost without having the opportunity to talk to him about all the things that are going on in my life. Since he has been gone, a multitude of events have taken place both at home and at work. I have my best friend to chat with and am so fortunate that she works in the same hospital, has an office I can hide in for 5-10 minutes when I am really losing my mind, and gives me responses much like G would. How scary is it that my best friend and my husband are more compatible than the actual married couple?

So moving right along, you would think that in the year 2008, with two technically savvy people, we could touch base once in the 5 days he is gone, right? Oh no, G has turned his phone off. I know this because every time (4-5 times) I have called his phone, it goes straight to voice mail. At this point in my story, we could go back to the place where I once stated that I want to come back as a well married man who does not consider his responsibilities to his family because he has a solid, independent wife, or I could just smile and remember that we celebrated 5 years of marriage on Friday - Apart!

Migraines and Sleep Depravation

I get migraines and they are miserable. They are the kind that require me to lay in a cold dark room so that I do not throw up. Today was a migraine day and I did really well holding it at bay until early afternoon. I laid down for an hour while my Little watched part of a movie and then decided to feed my misery caffeine, which generally helps. Unfortunately, it was about 6:30 when I had my soda, so here I sit - wide awake, despite the fact that I have to be up in less than 7 hours. And I have to work out with my trainer tomorrow night. And I have a busy day. And I am playing the part of single mother. And so I thought I would bore us all to sleep with this post.

I am purely in love.

G is away and I shall play. I have had the most delicious weekend with a beautiful brunette with blue eyes the color of lapis. We have gone out to dinner both nights, laughing and sharing dessert - we have watched movies, curled up on the couch together, our legs intertwined. We have gone shopping and laid around the house petting my dogs. I am purely in love.

And now I am reduced to arguing as to why she cannot be a mermaid. I am purely in love.

I Cannot Even Manage a 4 Hour Work Day

So this week has been a whirl wind and I think that will be true from now until Labor Day. I have not gone to my trainer all week, but I am exhausted and weak from the work out my life is right now. I will go back next week, but that will be my last until after the DNC. Tuesday night was my book club and I had such a good time. We read The Red Tent, which is written from the perspective of Dinah - the daughter of Leah and Jacob. I am not all that familiar with the Bible, or the story, but I loved the book as it was told like a story and not as chapter and verse. Next we are reading Perfume, which is about a serial killer - yes, we are a diverse book club! Wednesday nights are a mess for me right now - I stumbled across a reality show that I am now addicted to: So You Think You Can Dance. This kills Thursday nights as well in that it is results night. I guess I can forgive myself for the two night of couch potato in that I am running wild.

G is leaving town tomorrow, which is our 5th wedding anniversary. He and the oldest son are going camping. Now, G is not a camper (he was in the Marine Corp - but like two decades ago) and the son is REALLY not a camper, but they decided to take the trip to celebrate the son's high school graduation. So most women would be upset by this, but I am not one of them. Hopefully they will have fun.

So work is really more than I can talk about right now, but suffice it to say that I do not have a minute in my day to obsess about anything. I am hoping that this big black cloud resolves tomorrow, but I have zero control over any part of it - which of course, is making me crazy.

Someone important to me has suggested I read The 4-Hour Workweek. I will do so because I am intrigued as to why I would be asked to do so, but here are my initial thoughts:
I love to work - I feel satisfied and fulfilled by what I do now. Could I have said that as a high paid sales person - No. Being in the service industry, especially for a "safety-net" facility is a challenge and allows me to grow in so many ways. I have a career path and am excited by the journey rather than the destination, which is new for me. I do not do vacation and/or free time well. I would really like to hear more about the stereotypes I am pursuing and what about my life is questionable. Maybe you can answer that for me, in return, I will read the book.