Post by hopenotlost on Sept 16, 2014 8:42:23 GMT -5
My husband wonders why I get irritated with him, and when I say helping me around the house would be wonderful, he's all like "yeah no problem!" But then he walked by the two bags of garbage that I had sitting next to the door. Yes honey I was saving those up for a later date to go to the dumpster. Here's a brick to your forehead dick.
Hope the meeting goes well, and that you're able to keep your eye rolls to a minimum, or at least internally!
Here's hoping because I have no chill lol. At least we'll be on a call and not in person, where my emotions are constantly all over my face and she is very good at reading them. Blah.
Eta - Although, apparently, I do have more chill than hopenotlost. Oh my gosh .
It seriously burns my ass up that he does this. UGH. I swear if I don't give him a To Do list, he would have no idea what to do. I love him, he's great to me, and a great dad, but it's like I need flares coming out of the washer for him to realize he needs to put a load in.
My husband wonders why I get irritated with him, and when I say helping me around the house would be wonderful, he's all like "yeah no problem!" But then he walked by the two bags of garbage that I had sitting next to the door. Yes honey I was saving those up for a later date to go to the dumpster. Here's a brick to your forehead dick.
Just like the empty sand bag that we've had sitting in our backyard for 2 months waiting to be returned to lowes? No you do not need the receipt. JUST DO IT.
Here's hoping because I have no chill lol. At least we'll be on a call and not in person, where my emotions are constantly all over my face and she is very good at reading them. Blah.
Eta - Although, apparently, I do have more chill than hopenotlost. Oh my gosh .
It seriously burns my ass up that he does this. UGH. I swear if I don't give him a To Do list, he would have no idea what to do. I love him, he's great to me, and a great dad, but it's like I need flares coming out of the washer for him to realize he needs to put a load in.
My husband wonders why I get irritated with him, and when I say helping me around the house would be wonderful, he's all like "yeah no problem!" But then he walked by the two bags of garbage that I had sitting next to the door. Yes honey I was saving those up for a later date to go to the dumpster. Here's a brick to your forehead dick.
LMAO. :::sits over by hopenotlost:::
Oh fuck, I've decided most men are clueless. My seriously educated engineer has a real minimum of home life skills, planning, life management. He's all over his work shit like a boss, but ask him to handle something personal and he needs a detailed map and turn-by-turn instructions. CHRIST, you are a grown man. Don't make me punch you.
i get so tired.
@songforyou I am not good at hiding the emotions from people who deserve the eye rolls. I spend lots of time repeating in my head: "don't say what you think, don't say what you think." Then I have to control my expressions on top of that. It's exhausting.
I love* when I ask my husband to get a roll of paper towels, for example, from the closet. He goes, opens the door, and says "we don't have any." Yes, yes we do honey. Use your eyes. They are on a lower shelf.
I work with a complainer. I have tried many methods of tuning her out/wearing headphones/setting time limits/etc, but we spend 40 hr/wk. in the same small room and it is not easy to escape. There is a design opportunity in December, which I would love to take on (lean in, y'all!) but I don't have the emotional fortitude to fight for it if it would mean listening to the injustice of not getting the assignment for 2 months.
My supervisors take: "You're the one who would have to listen to her bitch. Just let her have her way." #solidmanagement
I have dug my heals in before and know just how unpleasant it is. I don't want to spend the rest of the semester dreading going to work. I am a leaning in failure.
I work with a complainer. I have tried many methods of tuning her out/wearing headphones/setting time limits/etc, but we spend 40 hr/wk. in the same small room and it is not easy to escape. There is a design opportunity in December, which I would love to take on (lean in, y'all!) but I don't have the emotional fortitude to fight for it if it would mean listening to the injustice of not getting the assignment for 2 months.
My supervisors take: "You're the one who would have to listen to her bitch. Just let her have her way." #solidmanagement
I have dug my heals in before and know just how unpleasant it is. I don't want to spend the rest of the semester dreading going to work. I am a leaning in failure.
That sucks. Can you just say to her, I applied/went after/or however you'll go about getting this opportunity. There is no unfairness in that, if you wanted it, you too, could have applied for it.
I know it's easier said than done, but sometimes a simple "Why would you say" that changed to reflect the situation at hand, can get people to stop, or at least stop complaining to you.
I wouldn't let sourpuss keep me from doing something I wanted.
Post by orangeblossom on Sept 16, 2014 9:49:47 GMT -5
I posted here before about nursing school, so I have been investigating different programs in my area, and am at least taking the certified nursing assistant class, which is required for most schools in my area before classes start, and some before the application is due.
Eek, what am I doing. From a MM perspective, we need to figure out how we're paying for it.
Post by jerseyjaybird on Sept 16, 2014 9:55:41 GMT -5
spunkarella, how is spunkykitty adjusting to being home?
My DW is back at work today. She'll be half-time for a few weeks as an adjustment period, but THANK HEAVENS. We are nowhere near being able to be a single-income household. And I am damn close to running out of pep talks. Finally, there is light at the end of this tunnel.
I love* when I ask my husband to get a roll of paper towels, for example, from the closet. He goes, opens the door, and says "we don't have any." Yes, yes we do honey. Use your eyes. They are on a lower shelf.
*do not actually love
Oh man, my husband was asking me about his bar soap constantly when we moved. "I need more soap." NO YOU DON'T. It's in the cupboard in the bathroom. I showed it to him. One week later, "Hey, I don't see the soap." Me: "Opens up the OTHER DOOR to the cupboard and there it is."
Our save the dates went out yesterday (procrastinator of the year over here), and I realized about an hour ago that the "other place" wedding website link I put on the cards doesn't actually have any info. 20 minutes later and we are good to go.
spunkarella, how is spunkykitty adjusting to being home?
My DW is back at work today. She'll be half-time for a few weeks as an adjustment period, but THANK HEAVENS. We are nowhere near being able to be a single-income household. And I am damn close to running out of pep talks. Finally, there is light at the end of this tunnel.
That is great news. Keeping you and Mrs. JJB in my thoughts.
orangeblossom that would be the sensible approach. There is very little professional incentive to do this (other then it would be fun) And I get more professional fulfillment out of the bridal work I do (which love to do full-time, but I carry our insurance and it's very, very scary to see what our medical bills could be without it)
On the other hand, DH and I are looking at moving within the next year so it seems a better use of my time to focus my efforts on broadening my job skills including social media and mentoring. One additional design credit Is negligible on my resume compared to other skills I could add/work on , right? (<--see--optimism!!)
@songforyou, that .gif is EXACTLY what I needed today! Samsies.
My H counter offered his private firm job offer, and hasn't heard back yet. Y'll, his tone was so not Lean In. But he has a penis, so it doesn't matter, right?
@songforyou, that .gif is EXACTLY what I needed today! Samsies.
My H counter offered his private firm job offer, and hasn't heard back yet. Y'll, his tone was so not Lean In. But he has a penis, so it doesn't matter, right?
MH is also famous for opening a drawer or cabinet to look for something, then declaring two seconds later that "it's not in here!" Don't know why he won't just move stuff out of the way to look a little harder
I had a "quality over quantity" moment recently when giving a gift to someone, and I'm feeling very smug about it.
spunkarella, how is spunkykitty adjusting to being home?
He is doing really well, thank you for asking! He has worked the rodents out of his system and is steadily putting weight back on.
He is currently milking the pampering for all it's worth, lol. Typically he only gets dry kibble but he now expects/demands the wet stuff. And he will lay on the bed meowing until we come pet him. Too cool to come to us any more.
The other kitties are still adjusting. It's getting better though and that's pretty typical.
I am SO happy to hear your update. I'm glad things are looking better for you and DW. Being a support person is tough. I think you should do something for yourself to celebrate how far you've come!
spunkarella, how is spunkykitty adjusting to being home?
He is doing really well, thank you for asking! He has worked the rodents out of his system and is steadily putting weight back on.
He is currently milking the pampering for all it's worth, lol. Typically he only gets dry kibble but he now expects/demands the wet stuff. And he will lay on the bed meowing until we come pet him. Too cool to come to us any more.
The other kitties are still adjusting. It's getting better though and that's pretty typical.
I am SO happy to hear your update. I'm glad things are looking better for you and DW. Being a support person is tough. I think you should do something for yourself to celebrate how far you've come!
I'm so, so glad that your family is reunited, and in time for you to enjoy your trip!
I just had a long, decadent, boozy lunch with my work BFF. How's that for celebratory?
Thanks for all the career coaching, everyone. I gave it more thought and I'm not even going to ask for the stupidly large raise to stay in a job that goes between "well at least it's not the East Ramapo school district" to "eh, if this is my midcareer work it will be rewarding even if it isn't fun". Life is too short.
I love* when I ask my husband to get a roll of paper towels, for example, from the closet. He goes, opens the door, and says "we don't have any." Yes, yes we do honey. Use your eyes. They are on a lower shelf.
*do not actually love
My H swears I have magic and magically put things there. I'll tell him where something is...in a drawer. He pulls out the drawer, looks (but doesn't touch), then closes. He comes back to report to me that it wasn't in there, where else might it be? "In the drawer!!" Goes back, repeats looking, comes back. "It's really not there! I looked all over for it!" So I have to get up, pull out the drawer, move some papers around that covered up half the drawer, and pull out what he was looking for. "Oh, where'd you find that at? I swear it wasn't there before."