Well…it’s hard to say.
We’ve been sick. Shmuppie officially has strep throat. She missed school last Friday and yesterday. I was on a whirlwind trip to PA and NJ and PA again last week and developed a lovely cold while there. I got home on Friday afternoon and got progressively sicker. I spent Sunday shitting myself to death and had the bright idea that getting on a plane the following day was a bad idea. So, here I sit…home for a week before I take off for 2. Ugh.
Work continues to find new ways to suck. For the past 3 weeks, I’ve been totally fucked over. I was made the official project manager on a project I knew very little about. Ok…maybe being a PM is good for my long-term career, but not for my short-term sanity. It’s especially problematic because the project in question has had several PM’s so far and nobody seems to be doing anything. So…they put me in the role. Gee…thanks.
My problem lately is that I was already doing the work of at least 2 people.
Since June, I’ve been stuck in PA being the main liaison between the production operation and HealthCareRelatedCompany. That’s all well and good, but it’s near-impossible to do remotely. So, I get stuck going back and forth to PA about 3 times per month. And, when I’m there, people see me and then find other things they don’t want to do. Those tasks get assigned to me.
I also have what remains of my old job. Of course, the details of it were never made clear to me. I think I’m supposed to be finding new production jobs to put in the PA shop. I find them…but I need pricing from the operation for them. So…I ask operations for pricing. They ignore me. We piss off HealthCareRelatedCompany even more…I get angry emails.
Then, I have generalized production messes I continue to be asked to clean up. I don’t mind this very much because I’m good at it and feel a wee sense of accomplishment when I actually see something work better than it was prior to my involvement. But, those good feelings are often fleeting.
Let’s put it this way…I wrote that sentence about 2 hours ago. Since then, I had 3 conference calls, 2 of which I ran. In those calls, I was assigned even more work…work that I neither understand nor care about. My lovely boss assigned me the work. He did this mere moments after I sent him an email missive explaining that if he doesn’t take some of this workload from me soon, something bad’s gonna happen.
I don’t know. I know you don’t want to read about this and I don’t even want to write about it.
I have little else to say. Other than, of course, the fact that my body looks fabulous. 3+ days of explosive diarrhea will do that to you.
What else? It’s cooler here than I would like. The kid continues to misbehave at school. The Caroline Mudcats are changing affiliates. This last part is crushing. They’re not going to be affiliated with the Marlins any more. So…all our kids who we’ve been watching are headed to Jacksonville next year. We’re getting a Reds or Giants affiliate apparently. My father called to tell me that he was actually upset by the news. It sounds silly, but we love our Mudcats. 5 or so of them made it to Miami last week to join the Marlins. We’re so happy for them.
We’re so lame.
I really need to be able to stop and think a bit. We need to get the kitchen finished. Anyone have good pricing on granite or another composite counter surface?