TGIF

 

Nothing like waking up at 3:30 am to the sound of the carbon monoxide alarm going off.  Once I figured out what it was, I just took the battery out.  I would rather die in my sleep than to have to get up, dressed, round up the kids, etc.  Pretty sure it was just a low battery as it is close to the time change and the animals were fine.  I wasn’t able to go back to sleep and Olive was being a cuddle bug, so I sat with her in my lap and watched the tapped episode of Jimmy Kimmel to see what his return was like.  I ended up getting ready and was at work by 6:30. If I was able to wake up early on a consistent basis I would totally come in at that time as it is so quiet.  The conference room behind me usually starts getting used at 9 and I am just distracted at the noise for the rest of the day.  

 

I have a few pictures of the ceremony from last week.  We got an email the day after the ceremony from the photographer saying the data card crashed.  Luckily, I had a friend there that took some pictures for Ripley’s Believe it or Not.  They had a mass retirement ceremony for the DRPers and both Rupe and the Kim bitch were there to see it.  That made my heart a little happy, not going to lie. 

 

I have had a little of Jay’s luck dealing with an overpriced toy.  I bought a handbag when I was in Ashville.  It was insanely expensive but a ‘you only live once’ and ‘it will last for years’ type of purchase.  I didn’t start using it until I got back, so around the 1^st of August.  I picked it up Tuesday and THE STRAP BROKE.  To say I was stunned is an understatement.  I called the customer service number when I got to my car to be told to call the store.  I looked up the store and found Bal Harbour, which is the name of the place I bought it to find out they were in Miami and they didn’t support the pop-up shops.  I did a deep dive on the pop-up shop and it closed in August so even if I wanted to return it to the store 700 miles away I couldn’t.  Called the customer service line back and the agent that answered that time told me that they don’t do pop-ups and it was probably a fake.  The hell you say, it is on your social media you have a pop-up right now.  She really didn’t like me pointing that out and told me I would have to send an email.  Well I sent the email and they replied the next day telling me that they ‘regret to inform me they can’t assist me’ and that I need to take it to a retailer that carries Balmain.  The closest one is in Dallas, 4 hours away.  I finally decided I had enough and just contacted my credit card company and filed a dispute.  I am not going to chase them down and if I wait too long that won’t be an option. I am so glad I used my credit card, I tried to use my debit card, and the fraud alert declined the transaction, so I used my credit card instead.  Maybe them getting the dispute will their attention.  At this point I would pay to ship it back to them in Paris, just give me my money back and stop giving shitty customer service.  Long story short, no more luxury brand handbags for me.  I have had better service and quality from Wal-Mart bags.  

 

Work is busy, and it feels like the days fly by.  I don’t hate that, but I am so burned out on coming to the office.  I could seriously get as much done in half the time without the interruptions.  We are also not going to hire another planner behind the one that left so my workload will not decrease much.  We will get some temps in the fall and winter, but it will just be until the start of the rec season, and they won’t have permanent programs, just working overflow stuff.  I’m not complaining, help is help for however long we have it.  I also don’t hate being busy as it makes the day go by so much faster.  I am in the midst of trying to get some training planned for June.  We don’t know if we will have it or not because, for the most part, it’s summer rangers who need it.  If we aren’t able to hire them, like this year, we won’t need it.  Regardless, I have to start planning it just in case.  I am just tired and at the end of the day I don’t want to do anything.

 

I tried to weigh last night because I haven’t in several months and my scale was broken.  I kind of suspect Dennis of breaking it.  Not sure if it was intentional or not.  I have had several days when I look up and it is 1 or 2 and I am not even hungry.  I force myself to eat a little and go sit away from my desk for 30 minutes.  I eat late so I am not hungry for dinner.  I don’t want to get back in a disordered eating habit again.  Not that I have every completely gotten out of it. I vaguely remember a quote from the biggest loser, something like if you have ever been fat, you will fight it for the rest of your life. 

 

Speaking of biggest loser (not that one), the documentary was so good.  I was so into that show but as I got older and into my own weight loss I realized how toxic it was.  I wasn’t impressed by the way they blew off the GLP medications because it is better and safer than being morbidly obese.  One of the winners is on there and he is from a town close to me. He has gained all his weight back plus some, he was one of the people that talked bad about the mediation. A few days after watching the show I met my mom and sister at a burger place for lunch, the dude was there.  I told my sister ‘Hey, that is one of the winners of biggest loser’ she thought I was being a bitch since they were eating big ole burgers and fries, but I told her no, really.  I pulled up his picture and showed her.  About that time, I am 99% sure he realized what we were doing.  I would have never noticed if he hadn’t been on the show talking smack about people trying to do something to make themselves better.  Fuck that guy.

 

I am so not looking forward to this weekend.  One of my cousins is pregnant and having a baby shower.  I don’t want to go.  I am not close to them and I have her mom blocked after she called me to talk about my sister after I took her to the er a few months ago.  She had talked to my mom and knew what was going on so I guess she just wanted to gossip.  Her and my uncle are also what I refer to as welfare maga. They are low income and took advantage of all the programs they could.  Some of their grandkids are special needs and have IEPs and have to have special transportation to and from school.  They also went to the schools during the summer and the pandemic to get free lunches for the kids.  You can’t have it both ways.  They try to argue with my mom and I told her to bust out facts but I doubt she does.  I don’t trust myself, come at me like that and I will tell exactly what and how I think of that….

Anyway, the baby shower is about 45 minutes from my mom’s house and I don’t want her to drive that far.  She insists on going.  I told her that my cousin that was living with her could take her but she sent me a text saying she can’t risk getting sick blah blah blah.  Then my mom tells me Heather wants to take her to the fair.  Like nah bitch you get to take her to the baby shower.  I am sure I will end up having to take her.  I bought the presents and had them sent to my mom’s house thinking it might get me out of it but it isn’t looking good.

 

Alright I am spent.  I need to take a walk or a nap.

 

'Rona, the sequel

Sooooo tired. Like, bone-deep tired. Sometimes I think back to my twenties when I was all “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” and wonder if my current exhaustion is just karma cashing in. Back then, I’d leave work, close down the bars, stumble into some afterhours rave, take a three-minute shower, power nap, then drag myself back to the office like nothing happened. Now? I stay up past 10 p.m. and need a full recovery weekend. How the hell did I ever pull that off?

Work has been… meh. Busy season is here, which means endless phone calls. Yesterday I was stuck from 10 to 2:30. Today looks the same. And if you know me, you know I hate phone calls. Hate them. I’d rather wrestle a goose in a Walmart parking lot.

Speaking of torture, last week was the Kansas State Fair. Every year we do a booth, Kansas City helps, and we hand out enough freebies to fill a landfill. We said we didn’t have the staff this year and maybe should sit it out. Did that happen? Of course not. So me and a coworker got volunteered as tribute. Four days. Four straight days at the fair.

Let me tell you, fairs are not my thing. The food smells good until you realize you now smell like funnel cake for 72 hours. And the worst part? Adults acting like the free swag is the Holy Grail. Watching people sneak back for their third pen like they’re masterminding some great heist, please. Kids I can tolerate, kind of. But grown adults hoarding tote bags? By day two and a half, I was about ready to start handing out side-eye as a freebie.

And then the flat earthers showed up. At first, they seemed semi-normal… then they explained how we could solve lake siltation by “just taking away the slope in the land.” Two hours later, I was eyeing the Ferris wheel like, yep, that’ll do it. My only strategy was repeating “you’ll have to take that up with the money people” like it was my personal mantra.

Parking was its own comedy show. Apparently, the big bold number on my pass wasn’t my spot. No, the real number was hiding on a tiny sticker at the bottom. Obviously. I drove around looking for spot 420 for far longer than I care to admit.  The parking attendant had no clue.  So I circled around until someone in the open parking area left.

Then came Monday. Storms rolling in, I thought, “Hey, maybe it’ll be quiet.” Wrong. It was free entry day. Schools dumped busloads of kids at the fair. Then the thunderstorm hit. Thousands of soaking wet, screaming humans crammed into buildings. Parking lots flooded, people stuck in the mud. Me? Wondering if I should start carrying a flask.

By Tuesday I’d had enough. Drove back, felt awful, thought it was just from shouting all weekend. Took a COVID test—positive. Luckily, it was more like a bad cold this time. Worked from home, slept all weekend, tested negative Sunday. Still tired, but functional-ish.

And just when I thought life couldn’t get weirder… surprise! Found out I’m getting a Civilian Service Award tomorrow. At an actual award ceremony. Why? No clue. I know for a fact it didn’t come from anyone in my office. Can’t wait to find out who decided I deserved this. I’m half convinced it’s a prank, but hey, I get an actual plaque and medal.  Guess I better dress like a grown up.

Meanwhile, Dennis’s mom gave us all a scare with what looked like a stroke. Ambulance, ER, the whole deal. She stayed overnight and then they just released her Sunday like, “Congrats, you lived, go home.” His sister that lives up north is going make a rare appearance next month and wants to do a “family meeting” but Dennis said nope, because he knows whatever he suggests will get overturned anyway. Their brother, who I’ve hated since day one, says when he visits it’s his “vacation” so he shouldn’t have to help. Boo hoo. Honestly, the man’s lucky I haven’t throat-punched him.

And the kicker? His mom now claims she didn’t even have a stroke. Told Dennis, the neighbor, even the PT that her droopy eye is just because of a surgery she had a year or so ago. The PT literally pulled her records and said, “Nope, ma’am, you did in fact have a stroke.” Her follow-up appointment with the eye doctor and PCP said it was because of long term effects of diabetes (in denial about that too) and hypertension. But she’d rather pretend it was something else and keep rolling. Our moms could not be more opposite if they tried.

Something I heard over the weekend really hit me as spot on to what is going on right now. "How you die doesn't redeem how you lived" 

Busy Bee

Well, it has been a minute.  When I was in NC I found out one of my co-workers had taken another job so when I got back I would be taking on more duties.  Turns out I have been pretty swamped and had no desire to get on the computer after I got home.  

I have had more of an issue adjusting back to my normal work life for some reason.  Not sure if it's because I am so busy or just that I am over this place.  Maybe both.  There is always a little bit of whiplash but it has taken me longer to get over that feeling this time.  It could also be because it's hurricane season and I know I won't be able to go due to the above circumstances.  At least the days have gone by relatively fast.

I had a phone call with the retirement coordinator/financial planner a few weeks ago.  It was about what I expected.  I really want to be able to retire early but I'm just not sure it's in the cards.  Even if I left at 58 (5 more damn years), but there are just so many unknowns.  He advised me to cancel my life insurance through work and take it out from a private company.  I also need to put more into a roth because the tax hit I would take from my TSP is what would keep me from leaving early.  Is it too little too late?  Well, who knows but if I don't do it at all there will be nothing post tax if I do leave so better late than never.  There are so many unknowns in 5 years.  He did tell me that I am in a good place owning my car outright and only owing like $20,000 on my house.  I asked him if I should focus on paying it off and he said at this point it doesn't really matter because the interest rate is low and it might be better to just invest that in the roth.  So many adult decisions that I don't feel responsible enough to make.  When do you finally feel like a real adult and comfortable in making these kinds of decisions?  I just don't want to retire and have to take a job at Costco to pay my bills.  Kind of defeats the purpose. I really do need to take advantage of having young healthy animals for a change to put some more money into my retirement accounts.

In a fit of extraversion I made a ton of plans and I am hoping my anxiety will let me follow through.  I bought tickets to several events and so far I have only skip one.  It was for the SPCA so I don't feel like my money went to waste.  I just couldn't do it and Dennis let me make the call and was fine with skipping.  I just needed a day.  

This week started with the holiday and I took Tuesday off because I had a dentist appointment and didn't want to ruin the day with work.  I made an appointment to get my nails done and had a chance to go by a new bakery that is blowing up right now.  The lady that owns it recently won the James Beard Award and you either have to pre-order or stand in an hour long line to get anything.  I happened to catch the pre-order open and put in for assorted croissants.  OMG they were best pastries I have ever eaten in my entire life.  Very much worth the hype.  I also got super cute nails.

Wild Brew with my sister was a couple of weekends ago.  It is a fundraiser for the Sutton Avian Research Center that does a lot of really good work.  It's a craft beer and restaurant tasting.  For some reason I never got the paper tickets so we went a little early and ended up getting VIP.  It really doesn't mean much but we got in early and there were a few vendors that weren't open to the general admission.  I wouldn't pay for them but it was nice to have a little seating area once we did a few laps around the place.  My sister wasn't too weird but small doses of her are best for me.  We had good time.  Neither of us drink beer and they didn't have a cider that I particularly liked but I tried enough to remind me that I did, indeed, dislike beer.  I will never understand IPA.

I took my mom to get her haircut for a belated birthday present and to my absolute shock she actually (kind of) liked it.  I had joked with the girl that does my hair that I was going to bring her there, which I would NEVER do.  She told me to just go to ULTA because they have the training and clientele that I could ask the manager that she has really fine and thin hair.  They gave me a name and I made the appointment.  After her appointment my sister called and my mom asked her if she wanted to meet us for lunch.  We ended up meeting her.  The two of them together is like kids fighting but it made my mom happy.  My sister found an event that she wanted to go to with an improve troupe and when she showed me the name I recognized it as being one that the girl that does my hair is in!  So, we ended up going.  Two outings with her in just a few short weeks is a gamble.  I had to go home and take a shower and blow out my hair a little because I couldn't go in with my hair looking a mess if Hayley was going to be there.  She was there but she wasn't performing that night.  It was pretty funny.  It was over about 9:30 and we stood outside and talked.  I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere but we don't do bars and couldn't really talk because it was a Saturday night, plus neither one of us are big drinkers.  I wasn't hungry so we didn't want to go to a restaurant.  We ended up sitting in my car and she talked (yup it was pretty much just her talking) until after midnight when I had to go to the bathroom and made my escape.  That girl is a hot mess and I know she is super lonely but I can only do so much.  She just wears me out.  She spent a good amount of time talking about her near death experience (she refers to it as her NDE, which tells me she talks or thinks about a lot).  Did she die?  There is no evidence of that but she swears she did and saw the other side.  She went into detail about her conversations with what could only imagine would be her 'spirit guide' to which I say whatever helps you get through the day.  I am so skeptical and want to believe her but I just don't.  The big sister in me wants to remind her that she didn't die when she had her aneurism she could have died those aren't the same.  I have no doubt she lived through more pain than I could ever imagine both physical and emotional at the exact same time so I just let her talk.  She did tell me that when her ex found out she was in the hospital in serious condition he assumed she had tried to kill herself because she found out about him being a disgusting pig waste of a human suit.  He can just fuck right off.  I never like him, just want to point that out.  It was a long day.  

This week will be a mess.  I am going to the first show in our broadway series, Kimberly Akimbo.  I saw it in Pittsburg before we knew it was going to be here.  Probably would have gone anyway though.  It isn't my favorite but I am still looking forward to it.  We had to switch our tickets because of a work obligation I have this weekend.  We were able to move the to tonight and got great seats so it was a win.  I haven't seen HMF since before I deployed.  I know A started a new school and she told me a little over text that he got into a lot of trouble over the summer, like handcuffs type of trouble so I am sure there will be a few adult beverages.  The place we go before the show has a prickly pear mule that I can drink like kool-aid.  Normally I would rather just drink a soda for the calories but I have been drooling over this for a hot minute.

Tomorrow Heather and I are going to see Hamilton in the movies.  I really hope it's a sing along because if it isn't I am getting thrown out.  I am not sure about Heather's knowledge of the show as she says she hates musicals but said she likes some.  Since it's on disney I am going to assume she if familiar.  If she hates it she can leave I guess.  I am not afraid to stay by myself.  HMF is my normal musical buddy but she has to attend A's football game.  I told her to skip it but I guess that isn't an option for some reason. Blech, I really dislike football.  

Saturday morning I am leaving bright and early to work the Kansas State Fair water safety booth.  I am not particularly happy about this.  I am getting some flex hours banked up and I really didn't have anything besides the show.  Plus I am so close to diamond at Hilton.  This trip might put me there.  Of course it is so late in the year that it doesn't really matter unless they go by stay history and not calendar year.  I guess I should look into that.  However, hotel points are hotel points.  I will have to work saturday, sunday, monday and tuesday.  I will be out of the office so there is that.  Apparently we have a contract with the fair that says the booth has to be manned and for some reason they (the field office) signed it without thinking that we are so short staffed we had entire projects that didn't open parks this summer.  So, someone from my office is going to have to go.  I can't imagine how much it is going to cost them.  I would think it would be cheaper to just pay out the contract but whatever.  I get paid regardless and will get 12 hours for saturday and sunday.  It was especially aggravating given the extra hoops we have to jump through to travel anywhere.  Not to mention our year end this month is making funds a little hard to come by.  But again, per diem and comp time and a little time out of the office.  I just hope my social meter can handle it.

I should have a little downtime the rest of September but October is packed as well.  The Outsiders tour starts and I might have bought tickets to see it a few times.  I told Dennis he had to go and I found a single front row ticket front and center so I couldn't pass it up.  I just hope they do the gravel and rain like they did on broadway!  They are also doing a Stay Gold Gala the Sunday the show closes to benefit the Outsiders House Museum.  There are supposed to have actors from the show and the band that wrote the music is going to be there to perform.  Seeing Jamestown Revial alone is worth the ticket.  HMF and I got VIP tickets.  We see the show that day so it will be a lot but I am really looking forward to seeing them sing Stay Gold.  So much more but this is already getting really long.

I can't get pictures to upload in a normal way so put some up but they are in random order, sorry about that.  

the start of spooky season nails!!

Wild Brew, not sure why the picture is distorted

best croissant I have ever eaten

Headshots Heather did that I talked about last time.