Random 1: I had my one-week check-in with my new boss today (yes, I started weeks ago, but then there was vacation and a snow day, so...). At any rate, we were joking about the ridiculousness of the materials distributed to help me prepare for the one-week check-in (one thing for my first month check-in is to talk to my boss about how I've observed people living the [insert ridiculous name for the company credo].
So then he was like "Wait -- where's your plaque of the [insert ridiculous name for the company credo]? Did you not get that and your company pin yet?"
COMPANY PIN? Apparently it has diamonds in it, and it is such a ridiculous idea (particularly in my industry) that I kind of love it and I *do* plan on wearing it next time my formerly former but now current again coworker is in town and we go out dancing, but guys, I'm kind of afraid that I've joined a cult.
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Random 2 (also a vent):
My mother is driving me crazy. As usual, but I just realized that she is extremely annoying about trying to be the first with information.
Background: My godson is the son of my best friend from high school/college (K), who now lives in London.
My mom has, in theory, known K's mom for 20 years, becauseK and I have been friends for so long. But in the past 2 years or so, my mom and K's mom have become very good friends. It drives me FUCKING mad though, because my mom likes to compete with me for information. For example, when godson was born, I knew what day it was going to happen (scheduled C). I was grabbing lunch when my mom -- my mom, not K -- called me to say that the baby was born, that it was a boy, name/weight/length. My mother had driven 20 minutes each way that morning to stop at the library where K's mom works to check in on baby progress. Couldn't she just wait for me to hear it from K and then for K's mom or me to tell my mom? My mom is not a top priority of people who need to know.
As some of you who are on MMM know, my godson is really, really sick. My mom has been driving me crazy by (1) asking incessantly for updates, but also (2) asking K's mom incessantly for updates and then filtering them back to me, I think to one up me on the info she has. (K is reserved generally, and busy with all the crap she's going through with godson PLUS a newborn, and there's a time difference, so I don't hear from her constantly).
Today I got an email from my mom saying that my father told his boss today that he plans to retire in the summer, but don't tell my dad that I know because she thinks he'll be very excited to tell me, and wants him to think that I heard it from him first. THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING ME? LET HIM DO IT!
Not a huge deal, but an annoyance, and a really bizarre habit of hers.
Post by irene adler on Jan 30, 2015 18:48:33 GMT -5
Pom, I'm sorry about your FIL. You are not a horrible person.
I did my final weigh in for the diet bet this morning and it's $5 lunch day at the dorm cafeteria. Therefore I had a great big bowl of Golden Grahams for lunch along with a ton of diet coke for lunch and I feel AMAZING. I haven't been eating a lot of sugar or soda lately, and holy crap. I have felt like twirling all afternoon.
Why are PDQs fries so tasteless? I've decided I'm not wasting my calories on them anymore. Maybe I'll try the milkshakes to replace the fries.
Are the fast food places you go to a secret? Or did your phone auto correct Dairy Queen to PDQ? If so that's awesome.
I am so glad you asked this. I was trying to figure out what the secret fast food place might be. I thought maybe PDQ was what you said to avoid admitting to patronizing CFA.
Post by lurknomore on Jan 30, 2015 21:22:15 GMT -5
Pom...I'm sorry there's more trouble. As I've said before, someday you'll look back on this time and realize just how much you had to deal with and be amazed you made it through. I hope you'll be reflecting from the beach somewhere, cocktails in hand.
niq...My first thought...new kitchen on insurance!!! I'm sorry it's going to be a bigger nightmare than you Initially thought. Hang in there.
My random...tomorrow we're driving out to play with our new puppy and her litter mates. It's just the breeder and her husband and she asked us to come help socialize. But the weird thing is that we don't know which is ours yet. The breeder gets first pick. I'm hoping to smuggle one or two out in my shirt when she's not looking.
Are the fast food places you go to a secret? Or did your phone auto correct Dairy Queen to PDQ? If so that's awesome.
I am so glad you asked this. I was trying to figure out what the secret fast food place might be. I thought maybe PDQ was what you said to avoid admitting to patronizing CFA.
The restoration guys from the insurance company came out. The kitchen is somewhere between half gone and totally gone, water seeped into the mud room closet, where it got onto our dining table inserts and my viola case. They haven't even gone into the crawl space yet to see if it went into the TV room bathroom.
The kitchen will be totally unusable for three days, and that's BEFORE they actually start replacing stuff. Which will probably take weeks.
11:15 isn't too early to drink hard liquor, right?
Holy shit, is your viola damaged?
Sorry, that's maybe not the biggest deal of everything that was damaged. I'm a music lover, what can I say?
The restoration guys from the insurance company came out. The kitchen is somewhere between half gone and totally gone, water seeped into the mud room closet, where it got onto our dining table inserts and my viola case. They haven't even gone into the crawl space yet to see if it went into the TV room bathroom.
The kitchen will be totally unusable for three days, and that's BEFORE they actually start replacing stuff. Which will probably take weeks.
11:15 isn't too early to drink hard liquor, right?
Holy shit, is your viola damaged?
Sorry, that's maybe not the biggest deal of everything that was damaged. I'm a music lover, what can I say?
I haven't checked yet. And I haven't played in over a decade, but I still can't bring myself to sell it. Maybe babyniq will play some day?
The big loss would be if the Persian (we think) rugs that have been in the family for 30 years get damaged. Well, if they're actually Persian rugs...
Post by explorer2001 on Jan 31, 2015 12:38:20 GMT -5
Wow niq I'm so sorry you are dealing with that. Way to stay positive with the whole kitchen remodel since you never liked the cabinets anyway. Also please check on your viola. Instruments need to be played so maybe this is a reason to at least run your scales again.
**I'm a total hypocrit here because I know my violin has been neglected with my health issues and this is a good reminder for me to get back to it
We dared to go into the crawl space today. It doesn't look that bad. Some of the baby things we've been keeping for #2 will need to get washed ASAP, a DIY wooden baby gym that I made might be in trouble but it's probably okay, and the rugs look like they're okay.
The damage to the floors and wall looks really bad though. The entryway closet carpet soaked through and soaked some of the wood floors in the entreway. I think most of our downstairs is going to be torn up for a while. Maybe insurance will just let us live in a hotel for a while.
On the plus side, there were some delicious japanese baked goods that we had to eat right away, and I am tossing a bunch of organizing furniture crap that mom has bought. Seriously, we have four places for shoe storage downstairs, wtf.
We dared to go into the crawl space today. It doesn't look that bad. Some of the baby things we've been keeping for #2 will need to get washed ASAP, a DIY wooden baby gym that I made might be in trouble but it's probably okay, and the rugs look like they're okay.
The damage to the floors and wall looks really bad though. The entryway closet carpet soaked through and soaked some of the wood floors in the entreway. I think most of our downstairs is going to be torn up for a while. Maybe insurance will just let us live in a hotel for a while.
On the plus side, there were some delicious japanese baked goods that we had to eat right away, and I am tossing a bunch of organizing furniture crap that mom has bought. Seriously, we have four places for shoe storage downstairs, wtf.
Oh no, I missed the back story on this! How did this all happen? And sorry you have so much to deal with now.