Therapy, or Take This Job and Shove It
So I've written before about my work dillema
, and today I went into the office to get "caught up".
To review, my boss had agreed to let me work from home part time for one month, then full time from home for two months after that. I had arranged this before I went out on maternity leave, and had been counting on it.
Well, guess what?
Yes! They changed their minds. So now they want me to come back full time from the start, half the time from home and half the time there for about a month. Then they want me back in the office full time, working from home "every once in a while". They tell me this FOUR DAYS before they want me to do it. Nice. So even if I planned on putting Cary in daycare, which, um, not going to happen, there is no way I could do that with four days notice. So the boss says they will "work with me" for one or two weeks, and I can work from home for that time. Oh, and also? Part of the justification is that he had expected me back sooner. I told him that I had not planned on having a C-section, and gee, sorry that was inconvenient for you.
So, really, really, not happy.
Anyway, I'm not sure what the plan is yet, but I guess my escape route will have to be accelerated.
Tonight, while Erick was at band rehersal, I watched Office Space
for the millionth time. I tell you, that movie is like therapy for me. I love the line that Jennifer Aniston says to her asshole boss at Tchotkes, "I hate this job! I hate this goddam job and I don't need it!"
Yep. That's about right.
C.B. Perkins Blog
We just started a new blog for the guitar shop! For those of you who don't know, my husband is part owner of a family guitar shop. We have been working on an online store, and as part of that, we are starting a blog.
It will have information about restorations we have done, new guitars we're excited about, and other stuff about the shop.
If you're interested in guitars, check it out
"It's a little rough on the stomach..."
Poor Erick. He has to try and navigate my cooking experiments stored in the refrigerator and the freezer.
There was the infamous "chicken ice cube" incident, for example. I had made ice cubes out of lemon juice, and then also made some out of chicken broth. Both were very convenient for when you just need a little broth, or a little juice. Unfortunately, both are approximately the same color. Both were stored in gallon-size plastic bags.
Erick likes to put the lemon ice cubes in his water, so you can guess what happened. Yep. Chicken water.
I made the lemon ice cubes again yesterday, and I also had a pitcher of lemon juice in the fridge, waiting to be turned into cubes. This led to Erick commenting to me later, "Hey, that's good lemonade, but it's a little rough on the stomach."
Boy. I've got to get better about warning him about these things.
Cary is grabbing things and looking at them now! I never thought I would get so excited about these little things, but it's so cool to see her do this:
And Marvin is getting more used to her, too:
I love being a mom!