Okay, here we go...
Fist fight at the middle school assembly...

This is an incredibly convoluted story, and I really don't want to get into it, so let me summarize: I live in a small neighborhood where everyone knows everything you do...and if they don't know, they'll make it up.

Lou and I went to Taylor's award assembly Friday morning. We sat next to a friend of mine, and while making small talk, she commented that she hadn't seen me around in a while. So, I told her that I've been in Columbus alot lately and was about to tell her why when the assembly started. She looked worried and, seeing how tired I looked, asked "Are you ill?" I shook my head no and whispered that I would tell her about it later.

Do you remember the gossip game we played as children? You know the one: everyone sits in a circle, and one person whispers something to the person next to them, such as "I had grilled cheese for lunch" and then that person whispers it to the next person..and it goes round the circle til it gets back to the original person...and by the time it goes through the circle, "I had grilled cheese for lunch" has morphed into "I killed three people for looking at me."

I guess I should also point out that in my little Payton Place hometown, there are two reasons anyone goes to Columbus: to see the Buckeyes play football, and to see a "specialist" for whatever reason.

It seems that my "specialist" was a rehab clinic. Did you know I had a drug and alcohol problem?

Yeah, neither did I!

I found out when one of Taylor's classmates mother's approached me to offer me "support" while I "worked through my issues". When I looked at her like she was nuts, she told me she had heard about my drinking and drug problems. So I set her straight. And about ten other people after her. That was annoying enough...

This is where the "fistfight" portion fits in.

All of this filtered to the kids. one of Taylor's classmates (male) came up to her and said "gee, if I would have known your mom was such an alkie and druggie, I would have hung out with you more often." She was about to deck him, when her "boyfriend" stepped in and did it for her. we left shortly after that, and as I walked out the door, I said very loudly "Take a good look Taylor, cuz it will be a cold day in hell before you or anyone in this family sets foot through these doors again!"

Anyway, that clears that up. At least for you guys. LOL


That's it...I QUIT!

So, I'm working on less than 4 hours sleep, I have just been told that I am not actually working, but in rehab, and my daughter got into a fight over it all. I'm just a "little" cranky.

Oh, and did I mention I HATE MY JOB? It just isn't for me. between a million screens, and clueless people, I am just swimming in confusion and frustration. So, I was NOT looking forward to heading back to work later that day.

So, I decided that I wasn't going back. My plan was to dedicate all next week to finding a new job, one that wouldn't be as nervewracking but paid just as well. Seemed like a tall order.

Skip ahead a bit...Our check came!

Lou knew that I was not happy with my job and that I was dreading going back. So, we decided we would go out to lunch and talk about possible alternatives. I hadn't told him that I had a plan of my own yet.

We stopped at the house before we went to lunch, and on a lark, I checked the mail. Now, our mail normally doesn't get delivered before 3pm, and it was only 11:30, but as I said, something told me to check it. Sure enough, it had been delivered, and at the bottom of the stack was our relocation check.

YES! Finally..we had the deposits for the utilities and the first month's rent. We had already paid the deposit..and a little bit to hang onto until I found a new job. Now I just had to tell Lou of my plans...

Back to That's it..I QUIT

So, we go to lunch. I wait until Lou is eating, and announce that I didn't think I had it in me to go back to my job, and that I wanted to spend next week looking for a new one. To his credit, Lou took the news pretty well.

"Well, you managed to snag that job in three days...including a weekend. I'm sure you can snag another one in a week." Gotta love that guy.

I didn't have to wait that long.

Why my cell phone is a member of the family

I love my cell phone. Since I've had it, I give out that number instead of my home number, cuz, if you REALLY want to talk to me, it's your best shot. It's the only number on my resume right now, since our land line phone won't be on til later this month.

Remember my post last Wednesday when I said I applied to a couple of jobs? Well, while I was eating my salad Friday, my cell phone rang. It was one of the companies I hd applied to. They wanted to know if I was available for an interview later that day. I told them that I wasn't in the area, but that I would be available Monday. So, I have an interview with them at 3pm on Monday. Hopefully, I walk out of there with another job. If not, then I will continue with my original plan. Anyone got any juju left? heh

Okay, that's enough for now...tomorrow, I'll post the rest. Stay tuned...










- posted by Kim @ 1:51 AM