Why is it that negative things cause me to blog 99% of the time?
Here I go.....
Once upon a Wednesday, what was supposed to be one of Brian's days off, turned into being one he had to work. So....the drama starts the day before.
Tuesday, 9:15am.
Ring, Ring.... "hello?"
"hey, what time do you work tomorrow?"
"12:00, I called a meeting."
"Shit. Can you go in later? They want me to do an interdiction thing with a press conference after we put Marta down."
"um.... NO I can't cancel it."
"Fuck. Can you see if you can find a sitter?"
"uh, if it were last week when kids were out of school, maybe. But I don't know this week. I can try, I'll let you know."
5 phone calls later.
"Brian, I didn't get anyone to call back yet. As soon as I know, I'll call you back."
"Ok, son-of-a-bitch. God damn babysitting issues." Excuse me for doing all that I can.
Meanwhile, I get ready for work, get the kids dressed and in the car for preschool. More phone calls are made.
"Brian, still nothing, I'm waiting for Jen to call me back. No one else is available."
Fast forward, Jen can do it.
Fast forward more, meeting went ok.... work went ok...
Get home, start to relax... watch tv, get ready to go to bed. I hear the loving husband from the basement, "DARCY!!!!!!!!! Come down here!"
uh.... "ok."
thru the kitchen, down the basement steps...
"what in the hell is that?"
I see nastiness all over the laundry room floor. Including over the clothes. Looks to be some sort of SHIT. And I mean that in the literal term.
"Does that look like your cat?" he asks me.
"um," Nero has had issues before.... "not unless he didn't shit for a week. Thats waaaaaayy too much to be from a cat." As you all know, I'm a cat shit professional. *sarcasm*
As we both stand there in awe, looking at the 4-foot-long explosion of poo across the scrap of carpet, the miscellaneous clothing waiting to be washed and the tile.
His beloved dog, Leena is standing in the basement..... I turn around and ask, "could it have been Leena?"
He calls her, "Leena, come!"
She stands still. Either pretending (ok, she's 13, not really pretending) to be deaf, or scared *shitless* to walk thru the door. No pun intended.
"LEENA, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"
She turns into a question mark, and cowers right outside the door. To me, the proof is in the posture. He drags her in the room, and yells at her.
I'm relieved its NOT my cat. LOL Cuz then he has to clean it up FOR SURE.
Then lets her outside, swears a whole lot more, puts her in her crate, and we start to sort poo-splattered laundry. Nothing like washing each load twice to make sure its clean.
Fast forward til 8 am Thursday morning. We both have the day off together (kinda). He goes downstairs. Yup, you guessed it, she shit in her crate and on the floor.
He lets her out..... need I say more? the snow has been defiled.
He's got to go to a dentist appt...
Calls the vet. Prescribed 3 ammodium ad for the day, no food.
Tried, didn't work. still a shit-o-matic. We deal with that for the day, in addition to him having to rig a leaking pipe in our basement. Which didn't work by the way, but he was atleast smart enough not to try to replace it. We would have had a flooded and shitty basement.
Friday 6am.
Brian gets up and ready for work, lets the dogs out together this morning... which usually doesn't happen, but is using it as a preventative to shitting in the kennel or the house. Casey runs into Leena.... she yelps. Not a good sign.
I get the boys downstairs around 8am. Business as usual for us. Its kinda chilly in here.... hmm, I'll turn up the furnace. Its set at 69, it says its 67. I'll turn it up to 71. I go about my business for about 1/2 hr.... Why isn't it getting any warmer in here? I go back to the temp control. Same temp. I can hear the furnace starting to sound like its gonna start. But it doesn't. Over, and over, and over again.
SON OF A BITCH.
I call him... "Hey, did you notice anything with the furnace this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Cuz it's not working." I explained what I did.... More swearing from the other end of the line.
Nice, its snowing outside. I'm home with the kids til 1:30 and no furnace.
I call DTE, thank GOD for that plan I pay an extra $20 a month for. The super nice lady on the other end of the line says that they can have someone out today, but she doesn't know when. LOVELY. 16 more hours left in the day... that tells me nothing. I'm 33 weeks pregnant, have a 3 year old and a 2 year old. No furnace. I'm flipping thrilled. I leave 2 phone numbers for them to call, in case it gets too cold and we have to go to the in laws house.
We sit there all damn day. Chillin', literally.
Brian comes home, I go to work.
Work as usual. Pretty much discover staff needs to step up, or step out. People can't work this, don't wanna work that, requested this off, I never approved it, but they aren't working anyways, leave me fricking hanging, and do they care? not so much. I don't either anymore.
I call Brian back after my conference call, he said the furnace is fixed.
"What was it?"
"The guy was good, he was here for like 5 minutes and it was over. There is this spot that our furnace has that's the size of a pin hole that gets clogged. He just basically cleaned it out with a paper clip, and it started right up."
"Are you fucking kidding me? We sat there all day in the cold for that? Did he show you where it is, so if it happens again you can fix it?"
"Yeah, but there's no way I'll remember."
Shit........ the man remembers sports scores from 1983, what he did with who at some freaking post-high school party where bob pissed on someones head.... and he can't remember THIS. Something SEMI important to the survival and comfort of his family? Where did god go wrong? Really?
Work then turns into a 10pm closing night for Sonya and I....... Just what I wanted to end the week. And that also means that the other medicine the vet told us to get for her... won't be picked up tonight. He's thrilled, NOT>
Saturday, thank god for running smooth. 4 of us on staff, since NO ONE else felt that it was important enough to work shifts that might have been theirs to begin with, or to work and help out the team three weeks before EASTER. Remember. Paybacks. We survived.
However, Brian calls me to tell me he feels like shit, and thinks hes getting a cold/flu back. Great. The Charity auction is tonight..... He sucked it up and went anyways. Spent $115, it was fun..
Fast forward til Sunday.... 10:30am.
Ring, ring..
"hello?"
"can you call people? monica didn't show, and i called both numbers and she didn't answer."
"God damn it, there's no one to call, we're already fucked by another emp not able to work her shift, and no one else can get there before 12 or 2...."
"ok, well do what you can."
"10 phone calls later to my DM, other stores, other individual employees from those stores.... NOTHING.
I basically wanna scream. We had SUCH a good day yesterday, and whatever we were positive........ down the tubes. I'm imagining all of the complaints that I'm gonna have to field. We were booked heavy enough to use 4-5 people at open. There were 2. I can't win for losing. I can't find reliable open staff. I had two troopers. One sick one and one healthy one. But they were there, working their asses off.
I love my job, but I seriously do not need anymore drama.
Those who are done, are done.
For all of you out there in blog land.... there are days i wish i had my husbands job. at least i could pull people over like he does, scream at their stupid asses, I could be getting paid to be a bitch to someone. Work could be a stress reliever instead of a source. Not to mention I could carry a gun, take it to the range, and blow a target away to vent. Right now, I got this.................
Sorry for your luck.
~d
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