I am trying very hard today to keep the relaxed going, and not let the ECWFH (aka Evil Co-Worker From Hell) get to me. I told her flat out that I’m not going to come in and clean up HER mess after my vacation, just because she thinks she’s “too good” to work overtime. She laughed and told me to talk to our boss. Um. Damn right I will. I had to do ALL the work all by myself for 3-4 weeks. I put in overtime. There’s no way in hell it makes sense for her to be able to do the bare minimum while I’m gone and not do OT and expect me to catch it all up afterward. No way in hell.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have had SO much stuff brimming inside of me, wanting to pour out into a blog entry, and yet just no time to stop and write it. But now, now that I have time to take a lunch break and actually write? I can’t remember a single thing I was going to write about. Oops?
Vacation starts at 4:30 today, with Emily getting into town tomorrow morning. YAY! We’re going to take tomorrow fairly easy, and then Sunday we’re heading down to Galveston to play for 2 days. I’m hoping the weather holds out for us, or I’ll be mad! We’ve also go lots planned to do around town for the week she’s here. I’m a lil bouncy and she needs to get her soon! hah. Silly having to finish the work day and wait for tomorrow.
Aaaand… I have a couple of meme’s that have been sitting in my drafts to post. So I’m just gonna tack ’em on to this post, because I feel like it! ha.
The first one really amuses me. I was born here in Texas and have lived here my entire life. But I’m only 44% Texan. Hah.
|You Are 44% Texas|
|You Are: 30% Dog, 70% Cat|
You’re both smart and in charge – with a good amount of attitude.
However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!
|You’ve Changed 48% in 10 Years|
Your clothes, job, and friends may have changed some – but it hasn’t changed you.
I think I’ve changed a little more than 48%, but just not in ways that are quantified on that quiz. I know I’m not the same person I was back then. It feels like it was someone else’s life, not my own.