I was only gone for three days. THREE DAYS. I had a temp scheduled, she cam in on Wednesday, I went over the basics of what I needed her to do. She took copious notes. I felt pretty good about it. I left her detailed instructions on the one or two things I forgot to show her. Left my cell number in case she needed something she just couldn't figure out.
Mini stay-cation...omg...I SO need to do that more often. yes, I booked myself solid for 5 days, but it was so much fun. I didn't sleep in much but between finally getting my hair cut, seeing a play, hanging out with friends and family, play a LOT of Rock Band, and laid low. It felt glorious.
I relaxed on the last day of my mini stay-cation. I didn't get out of pj's all day. Did laundry, played Wii w/my brother, cleaned...all kinds of that mundane stuff that tends to stack up. I was ready to go back to work on Tuesday from the standpoint that no matter what I knew that there would be some catch-up to be done. Yeah, I missed that by a long shot. Not only did she leave me a mess...she left me a story too.
Apparently she came in Thursday but had to leave early b/c she was the "only one" who could go to her house for something (rumor was the excuse she gave was that her alarm went off and someone was breaking into the house). If that truly happened, I wouldn't blame her for taking off. But then she came back...if someone broke into your house and stole all your electronics, why on God's green earth would you come back to work? I don't get it. Friday, apparently she got a flat tire (happens to the best of us) but has to spare tire. What? Who doesn't have a spare tire? She eventually took so long to even get close to coming in, that my boss told her to just not come in. Monday...she just no call no showed. Way to go. You just got your temp service fired from us ever using them again! In the meantime, two and a half days of work sat on my desk piled up for me. Welcome back from a relaxing vacation J! Three weeks ago, my co-worker The Crazy Italian quit. I've been flying solo for 3 weeks, and I can honestly say I have never been more excited for someone to start work. My new co-worker starts tomorrow! Now, yes I'm a bit odd to be this excited to have a co-worker, but this co-worker is a friend of mine, I've mentioned her before, she used to work for another medical practice, and we share an affinity for a certain NFL quarterback who will or won't be back again after coming out of retirement Twice. Judas. Anyways...C starts work tomorrow, and I can't begin to express how excited I am to have a competent counterpart! Don't get me wrong, TCI was more than competent...just very negative on everything and I am ready for some sunshine again.
NEXT TOPIC:
We all know I'm a facebook junkie. In my feed the other day, a friend from college befriended a guy I had a HUGE crush on in college. Now, of course, 10 years after graduation, I had to click on the name to make sure it was who I thought it was. Ohhhhh yeah. Married, still adorable, and his wife is gorgeous and their little boy is so cute. (Can you tell he obviously didn't have a closed profile? What this? 2 albums of pictures that are wiiiide open? Why yes, yes I will!) So normally not a huge deal, ah neat, another person from college...but for some reason, the other day it made me pause ans start going down the "why not me" (not necessarily with him) path. I don't go down this path very often because I hate dwelling on things I can't change or that bring me down. However, ask my BFF's, they will attest to the fact that every once in a while, I wallow for a day or two. Then I'm back to my normal self.
NEXT FUN TOPIC!!
I AM MOVING!!! I've been pretty tight lipped with details only because I didn't want to jinx anything, and technically I don't "have" the condo yet. I have to go and sign the lease Friday night. However, my latest stint of living with the 'rents because of the housing debacle of 2008/2009 is thisclose to be behind me!!! No roommate(s), just me and my fabulous self.
Now, it's been YEARS since I have had any of my own kitchen stuff (among other things) out of boxes, I honestly couldn't tell you what is in any of them (except for the ones that I had the clarity enough to label correctly), but I foresee a lot of dishwasher running going on in my near future. I went to my storage unit today, Dad in tow, to straighten up, condense down and get ready for moving day. It's official; the storage unit is ready to go. The things I have at my folks house (bedding, clothes, bathroom things, Wii, Tivo, small TV, books, handful of DVD's etc) are not however. I purposely left 90% of this week open to pack and get things ready to go. Instead, I managed to book 30% of my wee (and I swear, that's only 2 nights!) but if I can manage to get a lot done tonight (so yes, I should wrap up my blog/epistle) then that makes it that much easier the rest of this week after work. I hate packing. For the few things I know are here, good Lord, they fill up boxes fast. I was thinking I'd only have a few...apparently, I thought wrong. Amazing how much crap/stuff one person accumulates in the span of one year...and I've been good, been on a budget and haven't really bought that much "stuff". (Books don't count as "stuff", they are a category all on their own.)
So to wrap up, the temp sucked, I'm excited that C is starting work with me tomorrow, and my (old) new Indian name is: Dances With Cardboard. Catch you later!!!
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