The Spy Who Got Busted in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Another Monday, another business trip! This is one I’ve been looking forward to, though. I am SOLO!! And I’m so looking forward to the alone time! No Boss (whom I have grown to adore…but still), no Boss Party Pants (who simply frightens me), no Johnny Boy (my nemesis at work), no peripheral random people…just me, me, MEEEE! And I have two days to get my stuff done at my own pace on my own time. Granted, I have a pretty big assignment this time. It’s prep-work for my BIGGG presentation, but aaaaaah, I love flying solo!

And now on the plane. We have really strong head winds (lots of weather fronts happening today). Oh boy. You know how much I simply love to fly. Ugh. So we are expected to have a delay in the air. I wish it was later in the day so I could have just one drinkie poo to calm the old nerves. What would you think if I had a mimosa?? Hmmmm. I’ve already had one of those Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Lattes from Starbucks. I know I frequent the ‘bucks too often, but how could I pass it up at 6:30 in the morning with ½ hour to spare before boarding the plane? I had a Venti. So much for “skinny”.

Annnnd. This plane is full. Like smelly full. Luckily it’s first thing in the morning, but still. I am being molested by the guy in the middle seat and wonder if he’s reading what I’m writing right now. Hey Middle Seat Guy? You are gross. Ugh. He’s all spread out, and I can’t really go anywhere because the guy on the other side of the aisle from me is along the same lines of Middle Seat Guy…and Aisle Guy seems like he wants to chat!

Annnnnnd. Bumpy ride. Oh joy, oh joy.

So. Weekend was pretty darn good. I can’t believe it’s the end of January. We are almost 6 months out until the wedding!! Again, so much to do. I am Princess Procrastinator lately and I know I need to step on it. But I seem to have wedding planning paralysis. How do I alleviate that?

TFMS and I had our one squabble of the weekend yesterday. I have to admit that I can really be a brat. I wanted to finally print out the pictures from our Alaska cruise, so I got all of the elements in order (I thought): photo paper, ink, disks of the pictures, but for some reason the color was all washed out when I tried to print a few things. I went back to Office Max to get some MORE special photo ink and came home and it still wasn’t working right, so I got upset and stomped around and got all pissy because I thought I needed to get some more of the OTHER ink and I didn’t want to go back out. I grrrrrr’d and grumbled, and I got so pissed off when TFMS called me “bitchy”. That word gets my blood boiling like nothing else, and he uses it quite frequently.

I huffed and I puffed and stomped around some MORE, and TFMS suggested some things to try with the printer (which I rejected) and then said…”okay, perhaps we just need some alone time today.”

Which got me even MORE riled up (such a brat, such a BRAT!).

Finally, I tried TFMS’s suggestion, and do you know what? It worked. Oh fuck, it WORKED!!

I sucked it up and apologized and let TFMS gloat for a little while…which is fine, because it led to some fiiiiiine lovin.

Yes. I’m a spoiled brat!! And I love it!

But I really do need to work on that. Perhaps bullet point number one when I find my new therapist?

Oh and another news flash regarding TFMS. And this one sucks. Do you remember a while back I wrote that we had to change our flight plans going into and out of Germany? Instead of flying in and out of Frankfurt we flew (in a roundabout way) in and out of Amsterdam? This was for legal reasons. See, TFMS had started a business in Germany before he moved back to the US. And a company he’d previously worked for caught wind of some of his work and I guess got upset and wanted to bring him to trial for “industrial espionage”. And the last time TFMS flew in an out of Frankfurt to see his kids, he was caught by the politzi and they took him into questioning!

Long story short, TFMS had to fill out a bunch of paperwork and petitions and blah, blah, blah…but it turns out that he was still found guilty and now has to pay a BIG fine or else he will go to JAIL the next time he’s in Europe. ANYWHERE in Europe.

So wow. I’m marrying a spy. A spy who got caught.

A spy who doesn’t have a lot of money to pay a big fine because he already pays a boatload in child support and we’re saving for a wedding and probably won’t go on a honeymoon and now even my wedding band is at risk!! See what I mean about being a brat? Hmmmmpf. I don’t even care a bout a honeymoon right now (I feel like Alaska did it for me!)…but I WANT that ring!

Okay, I do care about a honeymoon.

I hate this planeride. It is bumpy as hell. I’m next to the toilet.

What else can I tell you?

Oh let’s see…oh yes, the weirdness at work. Boss Party Pants has really gone downhill lately and it’s affecting all of us for various reasons. First of all, her drinking is out of control. I’m starting to think that she takes solo business trips just so that she can drink her ass off in places where nobody can see. Her administrative/confidante got transferred to a new position, and that is leaving her very exposed where wacky business transactions are concerned. And she’s forgetful. So the problem becomes…business trip + lots of drinking + flights to and from location + airport bars + forgetting where she parked her car at the airport + calling a car service to pick her ass up because she has no idea where she is (or is too drunk to drive) + sending random emails at 4am, yet not being able to make it into work until 11am (because she can’t find her keys???) = trouble. Then purchases that she can’t account for + turning in receipts from bars + turning in receipts for other random things that she ends up keeping as personal (to the tune of hundreds if not thousands of dollars) = something like embezzlement. I’m not sure what the rules are and I don’t think I even want to know. But see, this affects us because people are starting to notice. It’s one thing when you can take a drink here and there and keep it under wraps (because you’re paying for it yourself, etc.). But it’s another to charge a bunch of stuff to the company—especially since our budgets are getting cut in half!

And then there’s a matter of the shakiness. She shakes like she has Parkinsons or something, but I just have to wonder if it’s not the DTs? And it affects her voice when she’s giving presentations.

Now don’t get me wrong, I still have so much respect for the woman. She’s brilliant where the business is concerned. I’m just really saddened to see this stuff start to show up in the workplace where it used to be after-hours on personal time and with personal allowances.

I’m also worried because if it truly is a crime, what she’s doing, does that make me an accessory? TFMS says that I need to let Boss be a buffer from all this. But everyone knows that I’ve been Boss Party Pant’s buddy from the get go. Not so much lately, but when we both started, I was more of an alchy than she was…and she was more of a mentor than anything.

Weird how things can change pretty quickly, eh?

So the good news is that I’m away from most of it this week, and I’m in good graces with Boss, and I’m starting to be more visible withmy teams (New Year’s Resolution), so I will plug away and try to get a bunch of research done on this trip and keep rockin’ and rollin’ and keepin’ my nose clean (ew).

And now, I’m back on the ground. It’s the end of the day and I’m snuggly in my hotel room. I’d recount the events of the day, but I’m exhausted right now. So. Instead I’ll say goodnight.