A Glimpse into my mind

Started with a fight between Grimm and Puck. Grimm was under the blankets, curled up next to me. Puck walked across the bed and stepped on Grimm, waking him up and snapping and snarling and fighting is way out of the blankets. The two then began to "argue" ON me. Threw them both out of bed and the room.

Got up and slammed my little toe against something. 5 hours later it still hurts.

Left the house and forgot to pack a lunch.

Got to work to see a Director asking for lunch to be "catered" from a specific place. Said place only caters and delivers with 24 hr notice and a $50 min. order. 6 sandwiches is NOT $50 nor is 7am 24 hrs notice for a noon meeting. Guess who gets to go pick it up. Guess who has next to no gas in the car. Guess who's using the company credit card to at least put $5 in the tank to go get the sandwiches and sodas?

Report/presentation that is due to the whole company tomorrow is not done because one person keeps adding 'just one more thing'.

Just got asked to order flowers for one of the guys in our receiving department. Monday he was rushed to the hospital not feeling "right". Emergency surgery has fixed the brain aneurysm. Same thing that killed my mom. At least Andy is going to live. Don't know beyond that how he's doing.

I want a hot cocoa, a cookie, a blanket fort and my coloring book and crayons.

I broke a nail this morning. An acrylic nail.

While buttoning a shirt.

So didn't want to get out of bed this morning. It was warm and snuggly with my new sheets on the bed. They are "microfleece" and let me tell you - way more awesome than flannel for warm snuggly feeling. I had a puppy snoring on my shoulder, a cat curled up near my feet and it was good.

Then I got up. Immediately stepped in cat sick. *sigh*

And because I picked up my bedroom last night I of course couldn't find anything this morning.

Came downstairs and found that Alex feels that the litterbox needs to be cleaned. At least this time she actually went on the puppy's piddle paper. You know, given the alternatives - I'll accept her using the paper rather than expressing her displeasure on the shag carpeting.

Grimm didn't want to eat breakfast this morning. Instead he wanted to play and chase the cats.

My hairbrush broke while brushing my hair.

I did manage to get myself to eat some breakfast though. This is good as today I get to cover the reception desk ALL day. I know, I know, you're saying "but Ekat, that used to be your job full time at the old office". My reply is but in the old office, I wasn't in direct line of cold blasts from the front door. Even behind a glass window and a closed door, the breeze from the opening of the outer doors hits me directly. I'm here with my hot tea, a space heater on my feet and a blanket on my legs and I'm cold.

This is going to be a "wonderful" day.

Tonight I have to make cookies for tomorrow's office Potluck. Thank the gods for cake mixes and easy to make recipies. Making lemon, chocolate chocolate chip and funfetti.

And also at some point the girl from work is coming by with the stuff I ordered from her son's school. that reminds me I have to clean the kitchen on my lunch hour.

MEH!

Sometimes life throws you messages and when those don't work it throws bricks.

I've been working non-stop at the apartment to get it ready for the end of the month and my official move out. Bathroom and living room are painted fully. Bedroom and most of the kitchen have their first coat of paint and need one more.

Just have to bag up garbage and get it to the curb tomorrow night.

Now for some reason, my brain equated garbage night with last day of the month so I've been convinced I need to be completely done tomorrow. Because of this stress and other things, I have not slept well lately and I have had a low threshold for annoying people who shouldn't bother breathing.

So on the way home today I spotted two Vanity plates that to me were signs that I needed to relax and chill.

plate #1: HI HOWRU
plate #2: HUG ADAY

So if random strangers can make an effort to be nice to other random strangers (even if it's through a license plate) I can make the effort to step back, take a deep breath and move on.

I have an "extra" day to clean. and I will call to make the walk-through next week so that I can maybe have a couple extra days to tidy up.

But for now, I need to throw myself into a shower and wash off the layer of white paint that coats most of my skin.

I found my purse. It was partially under my bed. I don't recall taking it upstairs so I suspect one of the cats wanted to play dress up.

I have sent a letter to the grown ups who have been acting childish. So far I have gotten a couple positive responses and one not so positive. But the not so positive is from someone who can be one of the problem children.

I've gotten one box of drinking glasses packed, another almost done. Tonight seems to be pack the kitchen cupboards, or most of them anyway.

Right now Tzar is patrolling the townhouse. My guess is to protect it against the zombies.

It's rather hot in here. That is one reason I'm looking forward to moving into the Doma.... central A/C. I can't justify putting the window units in here for only a couple weeks. i'll survive.

Anyway, back to packing

It's Wednesday again.

I don't want to go to work. I've only been there since October and I'm now starting to have serious talks with myself over the value of staying, or at least starting to explore my options now that I'm settled again.

Suddenly it's like working for the Gestapo. First we get notification that there has been a serious office wide abuse of the internet during work hours and that we are not to use the internet for non-work related things. Even on our lunchs. OK I can accept that. makes lunch a bit boring when i can't check my email or update my LJ to say how sucky my day's been but OK. From what I have heard something like 5-8 people have been fired for not listening and continuing to surf the internet and use IM and stuff while during work hours.

Next we get notification that there seems to be a lot of unnecessary personal calls during work hours. In fact anything longer than 15 minutes and we might get a call from the phone police asking us who we were talking to and was it really work related. This is annoying since I've been known to be on HOLD with Buffalo Water Department for like a hour at times trying to get information for a file.

But apparently they are now cracking down to monitoring who everyone is calling and for how long. I'm not sure if they are doing the reverse and seeing who is calling us or not.

They yesterday we get a email saying that all cell phones must be turned off when we enter the office because the use of personal cell phones during work hours is now prohibited as well. We can only use our cell phones when we are on lunch and must be in a break room or outside when we do it so that they are sure we are not working and talking at the same time.

THIS I think is extreme. How are parents now supposed to check on their kids and make sure they got home from school ok. How are we supposed to get called if there is an emergency?

I think that punishing the entire office for the acts of a few is rediculous. Putting in sweeping mandates to regulate a few that need to be talked to and/or let go is beyond belivable.

And get this... they do this to all of us.. but IT gets to have a fucking fooz-ball table and dart board in their office and can play it anytime they want?????? How is this fair?!?!?!

As dicea said when I told her... "When's the memo coming that you all must be fitted with catheters so that you won't even need to get up to go pee?"

I hate people.

And I hate Wednesday.

Oh well, off to work and this horrible 1pm-9pm shift.

Just shoot me now.... please?

Due to general lack of interest, I'm canceling Wednesday this week.

Today is Wednesday. For anyone who doesn't know what that means...

Wednesdays hate me. Dicea noticed almost a decade ago that if I have a bad day... it's a pretty good bet that it's going to happen on a Wednesday. I personally hadn't noticed it until she said something but damned if she wasn't right. Over the years I would tell people "It's wednesday" and explain what that meant. They'd laugh but start paying attention. And Lo and Behold... yep...bad day = Wednesday.

Today was no different.

First off, I'm still fighting the cold/cough/ick that I had last week. I have roughtly a 20 lb lead balloon sitting in my upper respiratory tract. So the little asthmatic here has not been happy.

Donna, one of the closers I work with, has her happy ass on a beach in Hawaii right now so everyone else is covering for her. I'm not a closer but since I open her files I've had to help those who are closing her files this week with the picky particulars of each client. Needlesstosay in order to get any of my work work done I ahve been pulling overtime. Mostly this means going in early. Upwards of an hour to hour and a half early. Today... I got in at 8:15. which, since I have to be in between 8 and 8:30 is ontime.

and then my Wednesday hits. (The story you are about to be told is true. Names have been changed to protect the annoying and prevent me from getting sued for liable or something.)

Background info you might need to know.... In downstate New York (specifically the City and surrounding area) it is illegal for realtors to draw up purchase contracts. An attorney's office must do it.

Now about two weeks ago, I got a call from an attorney from downstate who said that a realtor called him and told him as the buyer's attorney he needed to draw up the contracts. This was new to him (and new to me too) and he had no real idea what our client (hereby called FNAM) required in the contracts. I said no problem. We draw up contracts all the time, send me the information he has and I'll draw up the contracts.

Not a problem. He sends me the info. I notice that he didn't get a FNAM contract addendum that is required by FNAM with all contracts. The realtor should have provided this to him. So I call the realtor and ask him (heretofor refered to as LA) to send them to me. He emails them to me and I notice... there's a different name on it than what the attorney had told me. So I call LA again and he says that FNAM said that it was OK to change the name and use the addendum. Not really thinking anything of it at this point I draw up the contracts, change the name on the addendum and am just about to UPS the new contracts back to the attorney for his client to sign. Just before I drop it in the dropbox, attorney calls and says that LA called him and said that there was a different name now and to change it to that.

At this point I put the UPS package down and call FNAM myself. My contact there, AM, says... no he never approved that name and to hold on. So I hold. I get an email from AM saying that there has been a confussion and to not do anything until I hear back from him. So I put the file on hold and go about my business.

Yesterday LA calls me and wants to know why I haven't sent on the contracts. Now, by this I read this to mean why haven't you sent the contract on to the attorney for buyer signature. Which, would be the next step when I draw up a contract for downstate purchases. I say that FNAM told me not. I can't send them on until told otherwise. They said that FNAM told them that we were supposed to. I said that until I was told by FNAM I couldn't do it.

LA emails AM at FNAM and says that we are refusing to forward the contracts for FNAM's approval.

AM emails my supervisor asking what's going on. Supervisor emails me and my closer, Linda, wanting to know what's going on.

(small backstep. About a month ago, a guy in my department pissed off FNAM and ended up getting fired. So I don't want a repeat occurance with me as the firee)

Linda and I independently forward to supervisor the email from AM that says "hold until you hear otherwise". Supervisor satisfied. Collective ass has been covered.

After many email and phone conversations with AM, we learn that LA told FNAM that he had forwarded all the information to us and therefore we should forward it to FNAM. I explain to AM that LA had forwarded us a contract addendum with the original buyer's name for the deal that had fallen through, and I now had three names (including the original buyer). I had no clue what one was the correct one.

AM sighs and I can almost hear him shake his head. He says that he will contact LA and get all the information since he's obviously incompetent and doesn't know that he needs to get FNAM to approve of everything BEFORE involving the attorneys. AM will then get FNAM to approve and send me the information directly so I can draw up new contracts.

And thus began my Wednesday.

Throughout the day, I learn that I still haven't gotten some tax information that I requested three weeks ago from a county. Last week the county said they had snail mailed me the information. When I said that there had been a reason I had included a pre-addressed UPS envelope for a reason, I was told "Oh, that's what that was for". Still having not gotten it, I guess they used real snails to send it, I sent another request (had to pay more money because they insisted they sent it), stapled said request and check to the return UPS envelope and flourescent pink highlighted the "Please use the enclosed UPS envelope to return the finding" and sent it all out again.

Then... 15 minutes before it's time to leave... I get a contract in that has a closing date of... bump-bump-bump... Tuesday. Less than a week. Which means 4 business days (one of which doesnt' count because it's a holiday). So I sigh, stay late and get the deed package out to the client and attorney so that we can have a shot of actually closing on time.

I'm home now, had dinner and man is the cheesecake in the fridge looking good. Throw in a shot of Chocolate Tempataion liquour and hmmm...

now if only I could stop coughing and sounding like a baby harp seal.