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Stuff.
It feels like there's 8436546421873541 things going on, and going wrong. I know it happens to other people too, but just-.
1. Stuff for Grandma is done, for the most part. We had an open house for her at Kate's last Sunday afternoon, and lots of people showed up. It was nice enough; we only stayed the hour we said we would, so it was fine.
In June, Kate and the family will go out to Delaware to bury the ashes or whatever they're going to do with them. I have no plans to go along, whether anyone thinks I ought to do so or not; I've done what I needed to do, so that's that.
Each of us granddaughters (there are eight of us) got one of Grandma's tiny old Avon bottles. And I, being the lucky oldest, also am receiving the beautiful old cedar chest that will go at the foot of my bed. Other than that, there wasn't a lot in the way of possessions, and no one did any stupid fighting, so that was a plus.
2. Work is grinding on my last damn nerve. Everything is wrong with it, all I'm doing is kind of biding my time and trying not to deck people. They really, really shouldn't have hired outside the hospital for my new manager. She's been thrown into this place with the grand delusion that things run smoothly and that people act like the adults they are, and not only is she learning differently, but she's got a million things to do, doesn't understand the culture because she doesn't know how it was, how it's been - and you need to understand where we were before you can make changes to get us where we need to be.
She has no intention of learning how to do what I do, which irritates me to no end because I'm of the opinion that if you're in charge of people, you should know how to do what they do. And I'm sick to death of being expected to behave like a supervisor, but not getting paid like one. It burns my ass that two of the people who look to me for answers get paid more than I do, even when you factor in the extra dollar an hour I get for lead pay. Petty and whiny of me, yes, but honestly.
3. I'm a member of the Order of the Eastern Star (O.E.S.). I am Secretary of my chapter, and as such, I have a lot of flotsam and jetsam to cart to meetings, to work with in order to do my job as Secretary. I have a briefcase where I keep my cash book (which is reconciled with the Treasurer's cash book), the chapter seal, my warrant book (what we pay bills with), and all my stamps (about $100.00 worth), paperclips, staples, stapler, etc. A beautiful letter opener that was a gift, a ritual book, minutes from the last two meetings that I hadn't yet transferred into my minute binder and some notecards and other bits and pieces are also in there. I keep it in the trunk until I need it.
On Saturday, we had my mom and sister over for decorating, and we left the car in the parking lot because Matt was taking Mom home when we were done. While decorating, a knock came to our door, and it was one of our neighbors, asking if the car outside with the trunk open was ours. We looked, and sure enough, it was; no one had broken into it, we figure the button on the key fob just got pressed. It happens.
Matt and Mom were getting ready to leave anyway, so Matt went down and checked it, then waited in the car for Mom. When he got back, he said he saw the briefcase in there. I thought nothing of it until last night, when I went to grab it out because the meeting's tonight and I needed to do up my minutes and stuff.
No briefcase.
We think what Matt saw was actually a pair of black shorts he keeps in the trunk, which means someone stole the briefcase. Who the fuck steals a briefcase but leaves the subwoofer, the brand new tackle box and fishing rod and other bits and pieces?
We tore the apartment apart, looking for it, making sure it wasn't in there, but no dice. So. Pissed. Off.
4. Speaking of decorating, WHO GAVE PERMISSION FOR IT TO BE NEARLY CHRISTMAS?! I don't recall authorizing this season yet.
But we have a gorgeous balcony and tree, and I made the cutest snowman lamp, I'll put up the pictures this weekend.
5. Speaking of pictures, Mikey wanted one with Santa this year:
6. Colorful stuff I can ogle and calm down with:
One day, I'll do this to a hall or entryway in my own home...I am so not kidding:
Oh, that's where I set my crown:
Remind me to hit Disneyland sometime - my breath just constricts in my throat, it's so gorgeous:
Pretty:
I need to find out where this is and then go there..if it's even real:
OK, that's all. I think...
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So, everything sucks. :( Im sorry honey, I really have no useful words for you, other than that I am here :)
Nice pic of Mikey and Santa!! :D
And those rainbow shoes kick ass!
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And they really do! Need to be much shorter, of course, and maybe a little softer in shape, but the shimmery rainbow part is made of win.
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I'm feeling the busy burn too. It'd be nice if things slowed down in December so we could all enjoy the season, but that's never how it works.
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When I talk about going to chapter or having a chapter meeting, this is what I mean. My grandfather was a Master Mason for many years; his is the fraternal relationship I can claim in order to be a member of Star. My grandmother (the one who just passed) was in Star for 49 years, and was Secretary of her own chapter - before they consolidated with my current chapter - for 23 of those years. It's kind of awesome to be in the same position now that she took such pride and joy in for all those years.
Things used to slow down in December, but then I grew older - it all just flies, doesn't it?