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Morning in the city of Blah.
Apr. 23rd, 2003 08:44 amGads, getting up this morning was hard, hard, hard. But then it's been that way for a while now.
Mom is fine and is more annoyed with the whole thing more than scared by it. She totally apologized for me for her boss making me worried enough to leave work early. I told her no worries, other than her. She said she didn't want me to lose money for getting off work early. I said it's my momma, and besides I'm salaried. :-)
We decided to not say anything to my Grandmother about it. Mom doesn't want her to worry (which she would) or freak out (which she would) and end up spiking her blood pressure. Because goodness knows that's all I'd need: Mom in the hospital with high blood pressure and my granmother on the floor in a high blood pressure induced diabetic coma. Yeah, that would be a nice day for me. So, everyone, please:
So I get to work today, and my boss calls me from downstairs to come down and drive her to get the big boss's car from where he teaches. She's got to go down to John Wayne Airport in Orange County to pick him up from the airport. Right.
She wants me to hang around and wait for her to make sure the car is still there. I'm thinking that she's going to call me or poke her head out and wave that it's there. But no. She makes me sit there for ten minutes, burning gas, in a RED ZONE while she actually gets the car and pulls out of the lot. Great. But to my advantage (and the advantage of everyone else in the office) she left directly to go get our boss, and he's not due to be in for another hour. And there's traffic all over the OC freeways. She won't be back for a long while.
Halleluja.
Right. Back to work and pretending that I'm doing it today. Because honestly, I don't want to do any of this stuff today. Or anymore. I'm bored, burnt out, and generally tired of it all. I need to quit and take my last two weeks off as vacation. Or something.
Mom is fine and is more annoyed with the whole thing more than scared by it. She totally apologized for me for her boss making me worried enough to leave work early. I told her no worries, other than her. She said she didn't want me to lose money for getting off work early. I said it's my momma, and besides I'm salaried. :-)
We decided to not say anything to my Grandmother about it. Mom doesn't want her to worry (which she would) or freak out (which she would) and end up spiking her blood pressure. Because goodness knows that's all I'd need: Mom in the hospital with high blood pressure and my granmother on the floor in a high blood pressure induced diabetic coma. Yeah, that would be a nice day for me. So, everyone, please:
ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
So I get to work today, and my boss calls me from downstairs to come down and drive her to get the big boss's car from where he teaches. She's got to go down to John Wayne Airport in Orange County to pick him up from the airport. Right.
She wants me to hang around and wait for her to make sure the car is still there. I'm thinking that she's going to call me or poke her head out and wave that it's there. But no. She makes me sit there for ten minutes, burning gas, in a RED ZONE while she actually gets the car and pulls out of the lot. Great. But to my advantage (and the advantage of everyone else in the office) she left directly to go get our boss, and he's not due to be in for another hour. And there's traffic all over the OC freeways. She won't be back for a long while.
Halleluja.
Right. Back to work and pretending that I'm doing it today. Because honestly, I don't want to do any of this stuff today. Or anymore. I'm bored, burnt out, and generally tired of it all. I need to quit and take my last two weeks off as vacation. Or something.
