Hey kids,
You left me yet again yesterday to stay at your Cali grandma's. What... is it me? Your Texas grandparents left on Tuesday, and you leave me the very next day.
Ah well. I wouldn't want to hang around me, either. I've actually kind of been a drag the past couple of days. I did something today that I haven't done in a very long while. I came home from work, trudged straight to bed and took a two-hour nap. I finally roused myself from bed for your daddy's chili dogs, then proceeded to lay on the couch and watch like, FIVE HOURS of television. I *never* do that.
Work has been weird this week. I'm now full-time in the one office, and don't have to drive all over hell and back during my work week. I've been making friends, and learning this particular office's culture and social history. It's lurid and fascinating.
I got to pick out a new workstation yesterday, which is usually a death knell. Whenever I get comfortable in an office, pin up pix of you kids, make friends, etc. I seem to get transferred. I hate to even talk about it, cuz that's just bad juju, but I think I might be here at the new place for a while. Last week, I was offered a position here, and I had been hoping all along that someone would eventually offer it to me. So yay. I have to leave behind some people that have been pretty good (and at times dreadfully shitty) to me along the way, but... onward and upward. Not money-wise, of course. Salary freeze and all that... but still. Yay.
But this new workstation. I've been sitting there for a day, and I'm starting to think I shoulda just stayed where I was on the other side of the office. I thought perhaps this work nook would be a bit more private and quiet. And by private and quiet, I actually mean better situated to be able to facebook and surf all day undetected. My lovely editor sits across from me, and I can hear him breathing. All day. And making little old-man grunts all day. Reminds me of noises that my dad makes. Do I really NEED to be reminded of my dad all day, every day? And I hate to say that he's an old man, cuz he's not. He's only eight years older than me. And I am the FURTHEST thing from being an old lady. But I don't make little old-lady grunts while I work. At least I don't think I do...
I have to mention one more work-related thing here, so that I don't forget. There's probably only one person in the whole damn company that I would give a shit if he said he liked my work. There's this other designer that I've admired for a long time, and I like his work and he's actually a pretty decent guy, as well, apart from being a bit on the gruff side. Earlier this week he said I was doing a really nice job on the magazines. Whoot! I've felt slightly warm and fuzzy ever since. Yes. I'm starved for attention and affirmation. Sad, eh? What am I... 12?!?!
Of course I feel bad nitpicking at all the little office bullshit, while good friends from all over have been laid off. The only reason I even have my pick of workstations is because most everyone in the office has been let go. It really is kind of like a ghost town there, and in other newsrooms all around the world. So please don't think I'm not thankful, but it is in my nature to kvetch. I only feel fully alive when I have something to bitch about.
Gah. Look how boring and tedious my posts are when I don't have a camera or kids in my life. Come home soon. And run down to Fry's since you're there close and all, and buy me a new camera. I only feel fully alive when my children are home and I can take glorious pictures of them all day long.
Love you and miss you.
1 comment:
My kids were with Nana and Papa for almost 3 weeks. The day before they got home I was so excited I couldn't sleep!
Barb
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