The purpose of this blog was to document my adventurous move from the “rugged hills” of Northern California’s Sacramento area, back to the suburbs of Colorado’s Denver Metro Area. (Sometimes a reality check is a good thing) You know, because it all looks so different in retrospect...
Today is one of those days that I’m SURE will be funnier LATER.
M was hard to wake up this morning (as usual) but then was lethargic and “cold” and kind of whiny, and she usually isn’t like that. Still, I offered 3 times to let her stay home with Grandma and she declined. (yeah, kid; it doesn’t sound good to me, either!) So, off we go down the hill, and in the rearview mirror she looks bad. To cheer her up a little bit, hoping she’s just tired, I get her a Kid’s Hot Chocolate from Starbucks, but she doesn’t drink it. UH OH! A few blocks later, she says “I feel pukey” and I pulled over just in time to watch her barf all over herself. The orange color was a little strange... hmmm, what did she eat last night?
I cleaned her up as well as I could with baby wipes and turned the car around. Left a message with my boss’s voicemail that I wouldn’t be in, and drove all the way back. My boss is pretty cool, but our “HR” bitch is a venomous cobra who makes our lives miserable, and I can just imagine her reaction and the grief she’s given my boss. I was out two days last week for my OWN illness (which I am just barely getting over) and this will likely send her over the edge.
But I’m out of there in 6 1/2 weeks! And they know it. My boss says she’s been repeatedly pestered about “when is she going to turn in her notice?!” Um, when I have to. In 4 1/2 weeks. The only reasons I let people know that I was leaving already is that they have been making “workforce reductions” and I don’t want someone else to get fired (as I am pretty senior in my assignment) who doesn’t need to be. Plus I really like my boss and I’ve told her from day one that I was going to graduate and then split. I try to be honest and fair with people whenever I can, as long as they aren’t going to use the information to fuck me over. I can’t WAIT to kiss that place goodbye.
M is back in bed, napping now. She’ll wake up all chipper, no doubt, while I am dragging my ass and still need to run a load of laundry of her barfed-in clothes. I got a chance to catch up on my browsing of the Internets, though. That was nice.
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Sorry to hear about M.
ReplyDeleteI would suggest you inquire about getting a severance package, but not sure it would be worth the aggravation.
Hi Frank! That's not a bad suggestion but the Cobra would never allow it. She's that bad. She has done things that I'm fairly sure aren't even legal. I KNOW she'd love to fire me, but they won't let her (yet).
ReplyDeleteIf I didn't need to pay for my last ridiculously expensive class so I can graduate at the end of June, I'd have booked already, severance or no.
There's always an upside to puke! Staying at home when you're about to quit is the best. Don't you find it really hard to go in at all anymore?
ReplyDeleteJessica: Yes! Especially now that I'm finally vested on my pitiful 401k. Two people came up to me at work yesterday all in a twitter because they'd heard I was leaving. Both of them expressed jealousy that I'm "getting out."
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