Good morning! I’m getting into this daily thing and I am going to be pissed if OD finally bites the dust. Where will I go? What will I do?
I didn’t get to talk yesterday with the head hunter guy who’s talking with me about the manufacturing job, so I’m going to try to squeeze him in today. I’m going to try to talk with him after my call with [H-E Fashion Company]. I’ll squeeze it all in and call it a doctor’s appointment.
I mean, look. Krab Kakes is always, always sick and never in the office because of an illness here and a doctor appointment there. I figure, why not? Why does she get to be the one with all the pretend sicknesses and excused absences? It’s my time, so I will take about an hour and 1/2 out of my day to “go to the doctor”. See?
I’m not kidding with Krabby ALWAYS calling in sick. She misses at least 5 days a month (a MONTH!). And I know it’s nothing serious like cancer or something. It’s just her aches and pains and moods. But it’s not fair. I always end up thinking that I can never take a sick day becuase she’s taken too many already for the both of us.
Grrr. And our work day starts between 8 and 8:30. I’m guilty of coming in at 8:15 daily. However, she shows up at 9. Yesterday she showed up at 9:15 and by 10 she decided that she wanted to go home. I hate feeling resentful, but it’s truly fucked up.
Oh. There she is! It is 8:52am. Hooray.
I’m meeting my financial advisor at lunchtime today. I have not looked at my retirement funds or investments in over a year because the shit he’s been investing for me just downright SUCKS. I told him to just stop the bleeding, please. So today is a check-up day. He’s going to reveal just where we are because I haven’t been able to figure it out. I hope he brings me some good news, or at least a flat line. You have to know how hard I’ve worked for my savings. I guess I’ve always been in such fend-for-myself mode that I’m pretty hardcore about it, and it just kills me to lose this amount of dough. We shall see.
Wow. All this adult-speak. Is this what happens when you turn 45?
I have no dirty little stories to tell you, and I’m a bit saddened by that. I do NOT want to become a boring old grump.
My birthday is Friday and I have NO PLANS. Boo hiss. Must do something about that.
Debates were pretty entertaining last night because I followed along with Twitter. That’s about as much excitement as I could stand. I didn’t even eat dinner.
God! This entry sucks. I better go prep myself for interviews and financial talk. I hope to have some fun stuff to report back later!
Love.
Oh P.S. Here’s something exciting: my detal work has come in (more golden teeth parts) so I need to go back to the DENTIST!! YEAHHH!
*Edit: Entries don’t seem to update the Bookmarks in Explorer anymore. Trying again on my phone this time.
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