Work is Tough, and I Can’t Even Eat a Baby Burrito
Here’s my dilemma.
Alpha and the Underdog are currently sucking the very lifeforce out of me. At least, that’s how it seems.
Which is why I haven’t really been writing in this blog. I feel as though I don’t have much to write about, unless it’s to bitch about work. It’s not that I’m not doing anything else — it’s just that work, especially if it’s a poor working environment, tends to get the best of me when things aren’t running smoothly.
And things are not running smoothly.
Believe it or not, it’s the Underdog who’s been getting on my nerves lately, even more than our bipolar Alpha. Apparently the Underdog has forgotten that she had a hand in hiring a perfectly capable, competent person to do her marketing.
Through recent collaboration with the Underdog, I’ve learned that one of the worst feelings ever is that nausea that swells up from your stomach and into your throat when a “superior” speaks to you as though you’re a 2-year-old who just attempted to eat your own toes just because you stepped in a puddle of melted chocolate, and you can’t say anything in an attempt to prove otherwise — that you’re actually very knowledgeable about these things she’s trying to show you and in fact might know more about it than she does, because then she becomes indignant that a mere hourly employee dares to think she might know more about a piece of computer software than a licensed professional.
I mean, jeez. It’s not like her license is in Professional Flyer Creation. It’s Real Estate.
Give me a break.
I will feel awful if Alpha and the Underdog ever discover this blog, probably because I’d no longer have a job, but seriously.
Also, there’s this whole eviction thing.
I know that people cannot expect to live in someone else’s home for free.
I know this.
But I honestly don’t think there will ever be a part of me that finds joy in eviction.
Alpha has tried to teach it to me — this glee she experiences when she gets to kick someone out of a property — but it’s just not in me. That is the type of mentality that fits someone who used to throw rocks at homeless people in high school.
I’m sure there is a certain shell one would have to build in order to do property management long-term. It’s not for the weak of heart. And some people will say anything to live somewhere for free. So, for the sake of a homeowner who needs rent to pay his or her mortgage, I can stay tough. I can evict.
But I’m never — ever — going to like it.
The thing is, there are aspects about this job I could really learn to love. But, I need a role model I can respect and who respects me in return.
Is that too much to ask?
Fortunately, the real boss should be back soon, and I’m thinking things will be more pleasant after that.
Aside from all of that, the news is good. The office is progressing, albeit slowly. Also, I’m an aunt.
Well, not a real aunt, but a kind-of-sort-of pseudo aunt because my best friend in the world, the one who let her friends throw her a baby hot tub party, finally had her baby.
In a bed, not a hot tub.
Sorry for the blurry face — I was excited and apparently unable to operate my camera.
And, her husband already knows how to swaddle her because of the relay race, I’m pretty sure.
How to swaddle a fake baby.
How to swaddle a real baby. Like a baby burrito.
Except you should never eat a real baby.
No matter how much you might want to.
So, how are all of you? I’ll admit I felt a little rejected when almost no one responded to my chick flick post from the weekend. But then I realized with all the chick flick talk and the baby talk, you might feel like I’m going all soft on you and am going to start giving tutorials on how to hug babies and why it’s okay to wear footsie PJ’s while watching reruns of Dawson’s Creek, and I just want to assure you that’s not the case.
And if it is, you have my permission to feel very, very sorry for me.
Ummm… did you forget that you actually are a REAL aunt?
Ha! Of course not! That was poor wording on my choice. I meant not a REAL aunt in this particular case. But I would not forget my deliciously pudgy baby Jack. And TRUST me when I say that I will be taking an extra memory card next time we’re in Omaha just for him. ;)
Gorgeous pictures! And I nearly commented on your chick flick post … was going to say I agree with the Definitely, Maybe choice but will have to rent the other two soon before giving my opinion. Hope work gets better soon – when does your boss get back?
Thanks, Becky! The others are a little different than Definitely, Maybe — A Lot Like Love is even MORE of a chick flick, and Vicky, Christina, Barcelona is just… different. But it’s probably my favorite of the three. Enjoy! :)
Should have also said congratulations to your friend and her husband!
I know they appreciate it!
My daughter is famous now after being discussed on such a famous blog! Mmmmm….baby burrito
Just keep saying to yourself though Dirk…”Do not eat the baby. Do not eat the baby.”
Congrats by the way,
Good advice. I’ll add that you should try not to spill any sour cream or anything on her. It might make it harder to resist….
Haha, yeah get ready for the paparazzi! She’s so dang cute, though — it should be expected.
Try not to eat her. ;)
I hate hearing about poor working conditions because I’ve BEEN.THERE. Sorry you’re gong through this right now.
Thanks, Caressa! I’m sure it will get better. Unless, of course, they read this blog. ;)
hey i just didn’t have anything to say …it wasss a post a bout chick flicks you know :P :P ….. Hope things get better at work and congrats on your friends new born.
Haha, you’re supposed to respond with all the awesome NON chick flicks I’m missing out on. ;)
Katie did you just say pjs with feet? Because seriously… I Love them hahaha I know they should probably stop being worn once one turns, I don’t know, 5 years old or so but really they are fantastic (and quite hard to find in adult sizes!). You are very funny! Thanks for giving me something to look forward to with your posts! Hope you have a great weekend!
Haha, do they have a butt flap too??!
I don’t know… I can see how they’d be cozy, but at the same time I think I’d get a little claustrophobic. Probably because I sleep naked. :)
Oh, now I have a craving for a baby burrito! You can’t eat them, but you can kiss them all up!
True! And kissing is good enough — I think they’d be a little chewy to eat.
Yay to the new baby! Boo & hiss to the crappy work situation. Hopefully it’ll be better once the boss gets back.
The hubs could never swaddle right. The blanket would just fall right off. I’d say it’s just like wrapping a little burrito, and he’d say, “you do those for me, too.”
I didn’t comment on the chick flick post, because I don’t watch them. I don’t watch movies at the theaters because people bug me, and the hubs tends to make most of the Netflix choices and he’s definitely not choosing to watch chick flicks. Write a post about nerdy sci-fi movies, and I can make all sorts of semi-intelligent comments. ;-)
Ha! Point taken. I think I’ve gone on chick flick overdrive as a direct result of Justin picking the majority of our Netflix and other rented movies. Sometimes I just gotta get them out of my system, you know?
The visual of your husband trying to wrap the baby burrito cracks me up. But it also makes me sad, because that would probably be me. :)
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