American Girl

She waits another week to fall apart...

If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace. ~ Thomas Paine

If I'm not careful, I'm going to become one of those bloggers who start off every post with an apology and and explaination as to why I haven't posted in so long.  But really, no one cares about that nonsense, just jump in and say what you're going to say, right?

What am I going to say?

I've been on a tropical vacation.  A short, but wonderful tropical vacation.  I had no time to take it, but this is indicative of how very badly I needed a vacation.  Hope came too.  We slept, we ate, we sat around on the beach, and then we started the cycle all over again.  Ryan and I have sunburned, peeling noses.  Not Hope, she wore a hat.  Smart girl.

My current theme song is the one that goes "Everyone knows I'm in over my head....".  Going from person working from home to manager of the office has been trying, at best.  When Ryan got promoted, he had to change houses and it was sad.  Now I see that it's a good plan, because it's hard to manage people that have been your cohorts all along.   It's hard to draw that line between the friendships I've made and my new responsibilities, which are overwhelming.  I'm grouchy.  Very, very grouchy a lot of the time, and it's mostly their fault.  There's no new house for me to change to.

There was the thing about the politics - remember that?  I solved that on election day.  I slapped my credit card on the lunch table and said that anyone who wished to discuss politics that day could take the card and do so at a restaurant of their chosing.  But, after that, there is to be no more political talk in the office.  I guess you could call it a bribe.  (And from the look of my credit card statement, it was a healthy one)  I call it free advice, because everyone knows it's impolite to carry on about religion and/or politics in polite company, right?  Wouldn't you know, it totally worked.   Act like a manager, and they all hate you.  Act like a nagging grandmother who'll break at the wooden spoon if her "advice" is not followed, and they respect you.  Go figure.

Since my old assistant/receptionist won the Nigerian lottery, I haven't been able to stomach her.  Somehow, she's just not the same.    I've hired a new assistant and she is fabulous.  It's like I've hired my mother.  No kidding!  She can do anything I give her with limited direction, she can read my mind, remind me to eat, and screen my calls like no one else.  (Except my mother)  She sits right outside of my office so she hears every conversation I have, and when one of them goes badly, she buzzes my phone and whispers "I just said a prayer for you, Mija".  Outstanding.  I adore that woman.  She's a temp right now, but I've made it very clear that if she goes, I go.  Crazy, that is.

I completely missed Halloween.  All of my boring reports are due at the end of each month, and because of that, the last day of each month is a nightmare for me.  I have to gather info from our office in L.A. which is normally painful anyway because my 5:00 is their mid afternoon snack.  They don't care that I sit around till 8:00 PM waiting for their crap.  They're horrid, horrid little people, and they're going to make me miss Hope's birthday too, which I'm trying not to dwell on, because a baby girl should have her mother there to see her blow a candle out.

As you can see, not much has changed.  I'm still a whiny little complaining crybaby.   I'm not adoring my new job, if you couldn't tell.

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