Here's mine, a vent: I started a new job in January of this year after deciding between 2 great offers. I think I totally made the wrong decision. I am struggling here, and they aren't fans of me either. I am kind of stuck here, MM-wise, until January 2014 when I no longer have an obligation to re-pay my relocation benefits and signing bonus. Here's hoping it improves or it's going to be a long 1.5 years.
I have a huge amount of data to consolidate and send off to my adviser. I sort-of-kinda promised it to her by Friday. I got half way through the analysis and the data looks crappy so now I'm ignoring it and working on a day of time line for my wedding instead.
A co-worker just popped into my office to say, grinning, "You look miserable! I give you a week!" Little does she know, I am miserable because of the horrible hellhole politics of this job. The baby is fine and I'm surprisingly comfortable.
I am craving fountain soda like crazy. I would kill for a massive Diet Coke from McDonald's.
I am questioning my desire to return a box of seemingly spoiled milk to the store. It's the second one like this I have bought from the same place. On the one hand, it's a super small store I go to all the time and I don't want to be seen as a high-maintenace customer. On the other hand, maybe it's not "off" and milk is just supposed to be super chunky when it's UHT and stored on a shelf in summer? So maybe the store owners will just laugh at me and educate me? This is the kind of crap I hate about living abroad. Simultaneously being afraid of pissing off French people and being afraid of being mocked for my ignorance.
After reading and responding to the below vent below makes me uber thankful for my amazing husband that cooks me dinner every night and helps me take care of DD during our evening routine. I now know how very lucky I am to have him in my life.
We have a friend who was at H's birthday party about a year ago. I was out of the room, and he apparently asked her if she was pregnant. (Yes I scolded him and gave him grief about it for weeks. Apparently her H was standing behind her and awkwardly rubbing her belly?)
We had dinner with them last weekend and told them to save the date for my defense party. I blurted out "H promises not to ask if you're pregnant this time!" Then I noticed that she was drinking Sprite at dinner while the rest of us drank beer. She normally drinks beer. Who drinks Sprite by choice? So now I suspect that she might be pregnant, and I accidentally sort-of outed her.
Half way to work I realized that I a) have no makeup on and b) am still wearing the somewhat fug shoes I wear to walk the dog, not the cute ones I was planning on wearing.
The "Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen)" song came on the radio this morning. I cried all the way into work thinking about the things I wish my 17-year-old self knew. Also, I'm a hot emotional mess.
I am questioning my desire to return a box of seemingly spoiled milk to the store. It's the second one like this I have bought from the same place. On the one hand, it's a super small store I go to all the time and I don't want to be seen as a high-maintenace customer. On the other hand, maybe it's not "off" and milk is just supposed to be super chunky when it's UHT and stored on a shelf in summer? So maybe the store owners will just laugh at me and educate me? This is the kind of crap I hate about living abroad. Simultaneously being afraid of pissing off French people and being afraid of being mocked for my ignorance.
Even if it's UHT, I don't think it should be chunky. But that's just me and my American perception...
Post by ondaflipside on Aug 23, 2012 10:33:02 GMT -5
I woke up with a dream that my gf and I were using DH's laptop; and he had to leave for 30-45 minutes. We were online when a chat message came up from a girl 'Claire' who basically said she's running late (apparently to their meeting), and she loves him, etc.
Not TTC quite yet. I kind of want someone to slap me and tell me to get over it.
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
I woke up with a dream that my gf and I were using DH's laptop; and he had to leave for 30-45 minutes. We were online when a chat message came up from a girl 'Claire' who basically said she's running late (apparently to their meeting), and she loves him, etc.
That devastated me.
Oh I hate dreams like this. I end up sulky with my H and he's like ummm I didn't actually do anything!
SO likes to use the phrase "as if," especially in texts. It's a little strange but kind of cute. I don't know if it's a product of english as a second language, or that he has two sisters of the right age to be big fans of the movie Clueless.
Not TTC quite yet. I kind of want someone to slap me and tell me to get over it.
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
Baby fever is real. I kind of want to all-caps that.
I woke up with a dream that my gf and I were using DH's laptop; and he had to leave for 30-45 minutes. We were online when a chat message came up from a girl 'Claire' who basically said she's running late (apparently to their meeting), and she loves him, etc.
That devastated me.
Oh I hate dreams like this. I end up sulky with my H and he's like ummm I didn't actually do anything!
Yup. I watched him get ready (I had to wake him because he was running late). I'm like: "of course, the ladies will be all over him". :-(
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
Baby fever is real. I kind of want to all-caps that.
SO REAL! I am feeling it to. Tick Tock I have to do stuff to distract myself. I have to be MM about this. Really!
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
Baby fever is real. I kind of want to all-caps that.
I pretty much went from apathetic to obsessed in less than a month. :-(
Not TTC quite yet. I kind of want someone to slap me and tell me to get over it.
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
I'm right there with you. I spent 45 minutes reading a blog on cloth diapering last night. Fiance thinks I've lost my mind. I kind of feel like I have.
Post by Mrs.Beagle on Aug 23, 2012 10:50:07 GMT -5
I have doggie fever.
I fear that if we get a dog, I won't love my cats as much and/or they'll be mad at us. I still think Lizzie is holding a grudge from us adopting Sadie.
I will be the first to admit that I though baby fever was made up. It's not. I don't what's wrong with me lately, but I am now a believer that there is such a thing as a biological clock. I feel you; we can commiserate together.
I'm right there with you. I spent 45 minutes reading a blog on cloth diapering last night. Fiance thinks I've lost my mind. I kind of feel like I have.
That's just research, right? It's better to be prepared. That's what I tell myself when I read baby-related things.
ETA: I kind of feel bad that this thread has become a baby-fever thread. Oops.