So after another call to HR, I got my new employee sorted, I forwarded the HR person’s info to my boss in case there is any more actions needed, and I gave him one job to do. Even odds that he will do that one thing.
I am on vacation, at the beach, with my family. I just needed one fucking week where I didn’t have to worry about work. Yet my texts blew up today because apparently no one can fucking take charge in my absence. Really? Like, no one there could figure out how to contact the new hire that had an accident over the…
As befits my new fancy ride, I took my CSA cucumbers and made fancy cucumber sandwiches, which I am now enjoying with some champagne.
When last we met, I was freaking out because My car died and I had to buy a new one. Well, thanks to your advice, and to one of my coworkers, I am a proud owner of a 2014 Acura ILX. It is by far the fanciest car I have ever owned. I am classy af.
So my car, Louise, who gave my mother in law 7 years of loyal service, and gave me another 4 and a half years, has officially gone kaput. Well, if I was willing to sink another $2000 into her, which I am not after spending about $1500 total over the last 8 months on other things that broke. There was an awesome final…
But what a view. Apparently husband can’t navigate for shit, plus the front desk gave us shit directions to the Metro. In an Uber now heading to the Smithsonian,. ETA that’s the Washington Monument and the Capitol, if you couldn’t tell
I am officially burnt out. I’m tired of managing people, I’m tired of the lip service to company culture and values yet the most important thing is how much money we’re making, I’m tired of incompetent men being put in charge of our department and failing their way up.
So as you may recall, we discovered we actually owed the IRS on our taxes this year. Well, after redoing them several times, we determined that yes, we do owe about $5000. So I completed them and filed them. And they immediately rejected because someone else has filed a return using my husband’s SSN. So now we have to…
Well, shit. I finally got round to doing our taxes. Still waiting on a few documents from the husband, but according to the little ticker on the tax website, as of right now we are going to owe $4900. Which, don’t get me wrong, won’t bankrupt us thankfully, but it will put an end to our planned vacation in the summer…
They were supposed to be a tan color, but they almost have a metallic sheen. So, like, we’re sleeping on gold now, right? We’re motherfucking kings, bitches!
Seriously. He is all up in my grill, won’t let me concentrate on what I’m doing at all. It has to always be about HIM. Plus he invades my workspace and sometimes prevents me from using my computer. I’m not even sure he really works here. I secretly took a pic- posting in comments so it’s not too doxxy.
Some days, I’m proud as hell of my fellow Tennesseans.
I’m trying to cook more at home, and therefore eat healthier. However, I am a boss lady in an office and there is little to no cooking during the week right now. So I’m looking to outsource meal planning to make this shit easier. Bonus points for being able to make a week’s worth of meals in one day.
I have not been around much lately. Part keeping myself sane by limiting political news, part crazy busy at work, where I can browse Kinja but not comment. How you holding up?
Provided the nuclear apocalypse doesn’t happen by then, my kiddo and I are going to meet my husband in DC in May for a little mini vaycay. He has a professional conference thing he’s going to right before his birthday. So we’re going to fly out the last day of the conference and spend a few days in our nation’s…
I believe I would like every town hall or public event for every Congressperson to be full of people demanding answers.
My new Funko Peggy Carter is doing some serious patriarchy crushing game plan making with Amy Farrah Fowler on my desk. Edited to turn the darn pic right side up.
UPDATED: I believe the suggestions to spread the fork are accurate, however I do not have the arm strength to make that happen. Good times. I finally gave up and hid the bike, and the Mister will attempt to get it assembled on Saturday. Thank you all for the suggestions though, made me feel less incompetent that the…
The star gives them that extra ooomp.
Kiddo’s school had a Breakfast with Santa thing today. While waiting in line, I enjoyed the 1st grade art project, where they did a version of the Mona Lisa. It was a whole wall of side eye, and it was glorious.