December 17
From my brain
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2009
Me 22:54, 17 December 2009 (EST)
From my status in Facebook...
- ...is going to completely short circuit tonight. Oh, yeah, same as it's been for the last two weeks. Off to deliver popcorn......
Then, a friend of mine posts:
- All I heard was "Short Circuit" and popcorn. Sounds like a fun family night. :P
- Reassemble, Stephanie!
A good laugh, but my reply was:
- This was indeed NOT a fun family night. Not in the least.
Yeah, not when you spend the evening screaming at your kids which was interspersed with also yelling all but obscenities at your wife. Yeah, I cracked. Totally and completely.
I'm not feeling it as a Dad/Husband lately. School, popcorn, the move, dad stuff, Wifey's surgery...it's completely and totally broken me. Just school and normal being-a-dad stuff? No problem. Popcorn stuff thrown in the mix? Eh, I could swing it. Having to do normal dad-stuff, get popcorn out to the parents, out to our customers, keep my school shit straight, AND do the extra stuff that Wifey normally handles in addition? I'm falling completely fucking apart.
I believe the conversation I had with Wifey ended abruptly with me stating, "How would you like it if every damn conversation you had for three weeks made you feel like a complete and total failure???" To which she replied, "Honey, you're not a failure. You're just not as organized as I am." Truth or not, it felt like a kick in the balls. I just shook my head, said the kids needed to be put to bed, said good night, and hung up. (Never mind the fact that after that I discovered Princess was out of bedtime diapers. "Get dressed! We gotta get to the store!")
I think what's hit me with all of this is the fact I only got a 77 on the final exam in kitchen today. I'm better than a 77. I know I am. What happened you ask? I didn't study. There was absolutely no time to do so. Didn't study for the Nutrition test either. I have no clue what grade I got on that, but I'm pretty confident I can kiss my 4.0 goodbye this term. It just ain't gonna happen. Fuck.
The kids heard all the arguing with Wifey on the phone though. That passes on to kids. I know it for a fact from first-hand experience. I didn't ever want to be that parent. I was it tonight though.
2007
Me 10:47, 17 December 2007 (EST)
Craptacular day thus far.
So, I go to the endo last Wednesday and he wants me to get an ultrasound of my liver and then get some blood work done too. Says I can go to the heath center that's literally a mile from my office. Fantastic.
Monday morning I'm also supposed to go to a meeting with TheBoy's teachers. He's being very resistant to school work (much more than normal for a kid his age), and so we're concerned. There's this "intervention team" at the school, and we've scheduled a meeting with them. It was at 8:30 this morning.
This afternoon I'm also supposed to to go to the sleep neurologist to figure out what the results of the sleep study were. (Mind you, I've slept fairly well over this weekend. Mind you I've also dropped about 10 pounds in the last two months. Related?) The appointment with the doc is at 4:15 downtown.
I figure I can go to the meeting, be done, then go to the clinic, and get the tests done. I'll go to work around 11:30, and work a half day, finishing at 3:30. That gives me 45 minutes to get downtown and I don't have to drive like a maniac. Fantastic!
I wake up reasonably on time, and we get the kids ready to go. I start the cars a few minutes ahead of time. We planed to drive separately so that I could just leave from the meeting. Kids dressed, backpack full, lunch made, and off we go. I haven't driven my car all weekend, so Wifey and the kids take off ahead in the van and I clean off the last remaining bit of ice.
I get in the car...and it's stuck. I mean, it won't come out of park. WTH??? It's at this point I remember the fact I had some problems getting the key out of the ignition. I spent a couple minutes putting the car back and forth from drive to park to get it to release the key. Now, it won't leave park, and Wifey is long out of eyesight.
I call the school to alert her that I won't make the meeting. (I do manage to flip over from Dad-only to Cub Scout Den Leader Dad for a second and reschedule from the first and second Tuesdays in January to the second and third. Multi-tasking!) So, while Wifey is at the meeting, I sit and watch some back episodes of Robot Chicken from the DVR.
Around 9am, I go out to see how the car's doing. I've left it running this whole time to see if it would "warm up". Apparently that was what it needed, because it came out of park like nothing was wrong. I go inside to wait for a couple minutes, and then decide I should see if maybe I can catch Wifey at the school. I pass her on the road, and we pull into someone's driveway and she relates some of what happened. I'm pissed with myself for missing it all, but I listen intently (knowing I'll get more details anyway later).
So, know at least I can still get the lab work and ultrasound done, right? Wrong. I get to the clinic and find out you can't do a walk-in ultrasound. Gotta be schedule. Turns out has been scheduled...for January 3rd. At least I can get the blood draw.
So now, I've been here for a half hour. I'm going to leave at 2:15pm. I'll go home, eat some lunch, throw on a pair of jeans, and then go to the doctor.
Now when you add all of this on top of a heart-felt conversation with Wifey last night about being tired with issues with the guild going to the crapper, my realization that both sides of my family are hardly anything but supportive, and we're treading water financially...I'm just waiting for the next bomb today.
Me 11:53, 17 December 2007 (EST)
BOOM!
Two-hour water shut-off notice! Yays!
2004
Me 22:18, 17, December 2004 (EDT)
Now that I've calmed down and reflected...
NOT A DAMN THING IS CHANGING!!!!
At the beginning of this month I posted that TheEvilOne had tired of us, and we were to find a new home (well, that was kinda the way it was). Since then, the team and I have been agonizing over the thought that we were going to be spread to the four winds, or at the very least, moved to who-knows-where.
There were three places for us to be placed: the Rail division (our bread-basket), I.S. (please-oh-please), or under TheOtherEvilOne. The Rail division was the original #1 choice (from our perspective) since 80% of our work is already for them. I.S. of course would be mostly cool except for the percieved red-tape issue and the whole icky-icky-phatang outsourcing thing. TOEO however has a team of analysts who work for him, and if we were put under him, we KNOW we'd be supporting them primarily.
So, yesterday, Phantom catches info that TOEO is the #1 contender from managements POV. !@#$. We freak out during the team meeting realizing we're so screwed.
After the meeting, I sat down with a director friend of mine (who was having her own equally crappy day) and discussed it. She and I concluded: I.S. is the only route, and I would need to write (yet another) e-mail to R. explaining the situation.
I did just that. Long-winded as always, but explaining it all down to him. What comes of it? Well, to start, he replies back WAAAAY late in the day today, "I am leaning towards the group being in IS. Regarding the management position, that will be determined inc conjunction with IS if we move the group there." W00t you say?
Not a half hour from that point, TEO comes and finds me, "I need to speak to you when you get the chance." Sweet! Here it comes!!! Not so much.
- It's been decided that the group will stay with me for now. Basically, no one could up with a consensus on where you SHOULD go, so for now, you'll just stay with me. We'll see how my new shift of position affects things, but for now, they'll remain as they are into the coming year. If it gets too be too much of a drain on my resources with my new function, then we'll make the change. Either way, if that includes adding a management position, you'd be interviewed for it.
WTF???? Interviewed for a position I'm already doing???? Hello horsie...follow the carrot. Good horsie.
Okay, that aside, when Phantom and I discuss it, we agree on one thing: It's the least of all the evils. We know how to deal here and have rolled with it for long enough (seven flippin years), but we can survive a bit longer. TEO will have more than enough to chew on with the Reorganization of the Rail department (his new project/sphere of control), so we're gonna be low priority on the screen for him.
As for the others I look at the "no consensus" like this: R. wanted us in I.S., but TOEO wanted us for himself. The woman in Rail has too much to worry about to take us even if it made sense, and I.S. has so much craziness to worry about with Sarbanes-Oxley that they couldn't figure out how to fit us in.
Result: Zero gain. Zero loss.
/hands Ceraun a tissue and a Vallium
