Well this week went suddenly south yesterday when I overheard that the lead on my work team took another job, and I’m guessing (although I can’t be sure) that her leaving will coincide with my boss returning. Which could result in complete and total hell for me. There’s nothing really I can do about any of it, which really sucks, but I’m finding myself laughing at life while still really being disappointed. I thought for sure I could ride out the next four months happily, taking days off as I need them, and having work be a non issue in my life for awhile. No such luck, now there’s another spot to fill, another empty spot to hang around work because of it just drives me nuts. AND just when I was starting to like my job again.
When I just do MY job I love my job, I can handle the pressure of certain moments, and come out okay, but when I have to do someone else’s job on top of mine I start to suck. Plus my boss will have just come back from maternity leave, which will SUCK for her, I know she’s going to be hating life for at least the first month she comes back…she’s said as much…and I just wish that I could look forward to having my baby and not worry about stupid piddly SHIT.
So I decided not to worry about it, and just ride it out. There’s not much else I can do about it anyway. I’m stuck at my STUPID job, riding the STUPID bus, and dealing with the STUPID stuff.
ANYWAY. I’m doing laundry but not cleaning because I’m a good momma and not making my hubby worry about the fumes I’m ingesting even though I REALLY want to clean, AND I am watching American Idol and am horrified at the girls this round. They are sucking it up majorly and I am REALLY hoping that we get better next week or it’s gonna be so not worth watching. I really kind of don’t want to watch anymore right now actually.
In other news there is no news. My little munchkin is starting to settle himself into a schedule, he is usually kicking around right when I get up, around 5 am, around 11, around one and then he sleeps until I go to bed, with intermitten random movements, when he puts on the “daddy show” as I like to call it. He’s so his father’s child. I swear he knows when I lay down and starts going crazy, if he could yell he’d say, “Look what i can do!”
I wonder when my damn expensive baby bag is going to get here. I want to stare at it.
MUST CHANGE LAUNDRY.
