Working a Hangover

I had to work today, but I felt like hell. I had three glasses of wine last night, but I feel like I had six or eight. I got to go in late (10:30am), but I still felt horrible. And then the real fun began.

I work for a financial institiution. First, I had to help an elderly lady with dementia. Last week, she and her new attorney removed her granddaughter from her account; today she decided to put her back on. I spent quite a while trying to determine whether the granddaughter really has Gram’s best interests in mind, or if she’s skimming money from the poor lady’s account. I think it’s the latter of the two. Unfortunately, now that she is once again a joint owner, she can do whatever she pleases. However, in my research, I’ve found that the granddaughter accessed the lady’s home equity line of credit...a big no-no when you’re name’s not on the loan. Then there was the girl who couldn’t figure out how her money was gone from her checking account. I printed out the account history so she could plainly see how much she’s been working her debit card, and she still didn’t understand. "Where did my last paycheck go?" she asked. It was all I could do not to be sarcastic and, well, a little mean about it. I mean, come on...if you deposit $1000 and proceed to have 34 debits from your account, what exactly do you suppose is going to happen to your balance?

And then there was the Safe Deposit Box. That is usually not my favorite thing to do. You stand there, in the hallway, until the person is done rummaging through their stuff. You must not see the contents of their box. That’s it. There is nothing to read, nothing to sit on, nothing to do except stand there and think. On a day like today, that wasn’t such a bad thing, though, because it sure beat talking to someone or having to think a lot. I gladly clicked "assist" and got up to find the man in the lobby. It wasn’t long after I signed him in and he began rummaging that I heard it...a long, quiet, but quite destinct fart. Initially, I was amused, and looked forward to sharing my tale with my coworkers. Well, then the smell crept around the corner, took hold of my throat, and proceeded to choke me. I thought for sure that I would vomit. I mean, it smelled for all the world like he had soiled his drawers. Ten minutes later, when the man was done, I had to check the desk to make sure he’d removed all of his items. The smell was quite concentrated in that area, and I quickly grabbed the Lysol out of the bathroom, making sure that he was gone from the lobby. So much for hangover help.

Then there were the three people who signed in to see a rep at 1:55 (we close at 2:00pm). Thanks. There is one man who does it EVERY WEEK. I really think we should be able to tell him that he needs to get in earlier...no one goes to his place of employment and makes him stay late. Asshole.

Ah, don’t mind me, I’m just grumpy because I don’t feel good. I’ve been having a headache for more than a week now, too. I’m really not mean, honestly. I really want a cheeseburger, and I’m trying to coerce G to go to Fuddrucker’s. I may go without him. He and his friends were up until God knows when last night. A bunch of them came over here after his work party (more on that later), since we are close. If you read my previous blog, you know I wasn’t pleased about the idea, but he connived until he got his way. He put me on the spot, and asked if they couldn’t come over right in front of them. Bet he’s been practicing that one since late infancy. Anyway, my thinking is that he kind of owes me. I know he laid on the couch and ignored the children all day. He also left the dog out all night, so her barking ass woke me up at 6:00 this morning. Someone left the gate open last night, so she was not in the yard...she was on the front porch. I really hope he cleaned up the Green House. I also heard there was puking going on by one of the girls last night. I hope there’s none of that mess out back, either. I’m too old for this crap.

Nothing New

I went to the gym again today...it's only my second time ever. We got kicked out (you know, because they were closing). It's kind of a good feeling to get kicked out of a gym. On the other hand, they were closing because they close early on Saturdays. You know, because most people have a life, unlike me.

G and the rest of the fam are in West Virginia, at Ralph's house, so it's strangely quiet here. I'm sipping my last glass of sangria, debating about going to get some more. Why can't they have delivery liquors? I guess that would be a bad idea.

So, my baby girl is about to turn eight. I know it sounds cliche, but I swear to you that I don't know where the time has gone. I cannot get my brain around the fact that she has been here for eight years...and that I'm eight years older than I was when I had her. When I consider how much I have changed since then, how my life has changed...it's just astounding. We are having a party for her next weekend, so I will be busy, busy this week. I remember being her age-birthday parties were so important. She really wants a hamster, but her father has forbid it (since, well, her room looks like a place that the county would likely condemn). Her frog recently died, too, so that makes me really want to get her the hamster...but you know, that would just be one more thing for me to take care of. Not to mention that it would cause strife between me and G. And can you imagine the two boys letting it out, giving it a haircut, or feeding it M&Ms? Yeah...

Oh yeah, and they're cutting our peaktime hours at work. I'll lose 4 hours per pay period. You know, that doesn't really hurt my feelings, because I'm pretty tired of working there. It used to be a great place to work, but my branch is subject to ridiculous politics these days. On the other hand, I guess I will miss the money. Especially since Comcast is not going to take over Millennium, and therefore I will get no free cable. SIGH. The price of everything is going up, but my salary is going down. I know, I know...I sound really old. It's because I am.

Happy fall...who's in on a Halloween fire?

Archives-Midnight Musings July 13, 2007

July 13, 2007

How can it be Saturday again already? I am so sick of working every single weekend--working Friday night, and then right back in on Saturday morning. Now, I really shouldn't complain, because I only work *outside the home* for about 15 hours (three days) per week. However, I do have a full-time job here at home. G thinks it's all cake, how I go on walks at the park, take "field trips" to petting zoos, etc. I was pretty sure he got a taste of what it's really like while I was in Mexico. Anyway, it just seems like the summer is flying by at an alarming rate. One more month, and the kids will be getting ready to go back to school. One more month, and I'll be back to getting up early every day. Kinda makes homeschooling sound like an attractive option.
So, Matt & Christi are moving in a couple of days. I still can't believe they're going. The older I get, the more I cherish my friends and family, and therefore do not wish to be far away from them. In fact, I'd really hate to move somewhere brand new and start all over again without anyone at all. I think G's going to be really depressed when his best friend is gone. On the other hand, I might be able to get him to spend more time with me!
We took the pacifier away from the baby. He breaks my heart, asking for it. He's really a more babyish boy than the other two were at this age. I just don't know how I'm going to console him while we're out...it's so convenient to pop in the paci when he's fussing in the dr's office or whatever. Seems like the other two, we could reason with a little more than him. I'm waiting for Terrible Two-style tantrums to ensue. I guess it's better in the long run, but I'm of the opinion that no one goes to college-or even elementary school-with one, so it's not that big a deal to me...especially when they only have it at bed time. G was more interested in taking it away from him than I was.
I just received notification about my (ahem) 15 year reunion. Um, that's a little bit scary!!! First of all, it's at La Fontaine Bleu (blech). They said, 'I know, but it was the cheapest thing around'. Secondly, I'm not sure anyone from my little (and I do mean little) group of friends will be there. There are a few people I would like to see, but that's about it. What do you think? Did you go to yours? Would you go?
So, tomorrow we're having a fire to send Matt & Christi off. I'm only expecting a handful of people, but it should be fun (if I can stay awake!). I have a habit of staying up too late on Friday, getting up early on Saturday, having a couple of drinks and then passing out sitting up. It's rather embarrassing, really. I will try to stay awake, at least for the majority of the evening. Hey, at least if I pass out, then I don't have to clean up, right?