Trapped

It's just how I feel at the moment. Where are you new job opportunity?!?!?! Failing that; Where are you Lotto Winnings?!?!?! I'm this close to hari kari.

Poo *TMI ALERT!*

My status message on FB yesterday was something to the effect of changing diapers for a living makes you obsessed with poo(as well as very open about it). Something unrelated is preventing me from sleeping this morning(more on that after it's resolution) and I slowly came to a realization: I have always been obsessed with poo. I thought that it was my job. I think I was wrong. I wonder if there is something wrong with me...... See, here it is; as a child I would paint with my doodies, simply removing my diaper and digging in. I had many a wall to wash up in my youth. As we(read: me and my siblings) got older, we did something that may have been even worse, we fed our dukes to the dog(OMG OMG OMG I can NOT believe I did that!). Eventually my obsession subsided in to charting (in my head) all the different types of deuces that I dropped. Had I ever had an eating disorder, I'd guarantee that it'd be the poop weighing kind. When I got IBS, things got worse for me. The symptoms, and subsequent search for it, made my obsession grow. At one point there was a collection process that I will not describe here! I am now completely unable to drop some kiddies off with out checking them before flushing. Not grabbing them out of there or anything, just looking, making sure everything is a-ok! I think I may have a serious problem. I have to stop with the diapers!

Terrorism

There was an unscheduled vacuuming. Marley was terrorized, please refer to exhibits a-c for evidence.

Exhibit A



Exhibit B



Exhibit C


Definitely an unhappy kitty. Poor Marley-tron! POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR GIIIRRRRRRRL!

The Rocker

So I have just watched the movie The Rocker. It is hilarious. I wish I could say more, but this may help you understand:

Curtis: So.. I had no idea real life was so boring
Fish: And soul crushing, don't forget soul crushing
Curtis: That's a nice suit
Fish: *heaves a sigh*I am going to kill you

Watch it. Do it.

Note: Watch the cafeteria scene quoted above for cameos by my former fellow QEP student, Mark Forward and also Chuck's Vik Sahay

Cat; for free, to a good home!

This is Mar.

My little Marley and I have a love/hate relationship. See... Marley thinks she owns the place, and being a dog person, I have found that hard to handle. Mar used to yell at me to feed her, until I stopped feeding her while she did that. Mar will cry at the bedroom door, not because she is hungry, but because she believes we have slept long enough and should come out and pay attention to her. This is especially prevalent on weekends, when she knows we are awake, and staying home that day. Mar simply demands attention. She gets up on your lap, and will knead you until you pet her. Eventually, you always pet her, even if it is a slight brush just to get her off your lap. To Mar, any attention is good attention. I have been having trouble sleeping lately, so Mar and I have spent a lot of time on the couch together; her kneading me interminably while I try to get some sleep. This morning I refused to pet her. She purred and kneaded, and purred and kneaded, and purred and kneaded. I swear the only thing that protected me from her claws was the thick comforter that I had over me. That's my Marley you see, she kneads you until she claws you, because she knows clawing draws attention! Finally I could take no more(she was kneading my boob you see, and I feared a claw would pierce that blanket, and then my sensitive parts) and I kicked her off the couch. She then proceeded(and continues to do so as I type this) to try to wake her Daddy up. He loves her more than I do, and my little princess knows he will give her all the love she wants! God I hate that cat.

Remember when....

Some of you(two of the three who read this) must remember when I was supervisor. I remember being miserable. I hated my job. I hated the people I worked with. I hated being out of the classroom. I hated how I was supposed to be able to make decisions, but was never allowed to carry them out. I hated the impotence of the word Supervisor. I am now faced with a decision. The position of supervisor has become available at my new place of employment. I have been asked (separately) by two staff members if I was going to try to get that job. I have said before at work that I would be better than what they have now, but a wet towel would be of more use than what they have now, so that isn't saying much. It may be akin to Obama following Bush. On the other side of things, I am 29. I was 27 last time. I have had two jobs since then, which have taught me a lot. I have grow up a lot in the last two years as well, in my thinking, and behaviour. There is the possibility that I could be better. That I can do this, and was simply following bad advice though naivete. I am completely torn. I have no clue whether or not I want this. I do not love my job anymore. I dislike most of the people I work with, and for. When the second owner returns, we will not get along. It will look good on my resume that I was promoted again, proving that I AM capable, and may truly have been wrongfully terminated(which I am sure many interviewers have heard over and over as an excuse for being fired). A raise would help in the mortgage department. In the end, everything seems to even out. Neither the pros or the cons outweigh each other, and I am left completely confused about what it is that I should be doing. This perturbs me. I dislike feeling this unrest, this lack of course. I have been looking for a job. I would like a position in administration; that is basically what being supervisor is. I know not what to do. I am not at ease.