B-I-L is a stupid git!

Ok, so he was told to call. I know my husband told him he should call. So it was setup to talk on Skype last night. What does he do? He doesn't call! He makes my husband call! My husband types "please call". He says my husband told him that we would call when we were ready! So already he screws that up! He just won't call! So he wins, my husband called.

Then he refused to apologize for hanging up on me. He says my use of profanity was offending him and he told me three times he had to end the conversation and just hung up. I told him several times to apologize and he refused. He is such an asshole. I can't believe he was allowed to procreate.

He is such a moron who just can't be trusted. His story constantly changes, and all I hear is "that's not what I meant". Rather than the truth. He tried to tell us several times last night that we heard wrong and they had said what they meant and told us several times and never got through to anyone. Like they weren't "pushy" enough. I think they had these conversations between themselves and thought by osmosis that we would magically know what they were thinking. I know he's lying; the rest of the family didn't hear what they claim they said either. But he couldn't tell me that. He had to tell me I was the one who was wrong.

He had to tell me I was the one who didn't make amends with them. Like listening to their BS and then giving them hugs isn't good enough? Well fuck him! He had to turn it around to make it my fault. He's such a dick head.

Ok, so it never dawned on him that he hadn't heard from us, that we were the only ones that didn't kiss his ass and make up with him, and he couldn't be bothered to call and find out why? Coward! Fuck him and the high horse his sorry ass is still on! He's a jerk!!!

God forbid anyone use the words "I think" and his son's name in the same sentence. You will get a nasty call from him saying that you are undermining his wife's parenting skills and they know what's best for him and you do not!! Ok, here's what really happened: first time grandmother just wanted to hold the baby!!! That's right folks. He chewed out his own mother for saying "I think he's getting fussy and done with dinner. Come to grandma's arms!" Yep, first time grandma just wanted to hold the baby.

Then, they consult a religious book that says they shouldn't throw their child a first birthday party because it will overwhelm him to be the center of attention! So they "struggled" with whether or not to throw him a party.

We weren't invited to birthday #2. His excuse was that it was our anniversary weekend and he was not going to call. So that will be his excuse every year. He's a lousy excuse for a human being ever since he became a father. No one is good enough for his children. Yes, he now has two boys. God help us all.

I hate him. If I wasn't married to his brother it wouldn't bother me at all not to see them again. They caused way too many problems and don't deserve what they've been given. They were offended at our gift of a savings bond. And then he tells me they're not good with words. Well duh, obviously. The letter he wrote last year is full of shit. Told us all that they told us these things, and no one remembers. All in their heads!

They're lousy people. Christians at that. Though they claim to be. Doesn't bother him that they weren't invited to things going on at my house, but then why did he bring it up? He's just hurting his brother by not inviting us, not me. But he doesn't care. He doesn't care who he hurts. He just defends his family. What a crock of shit. He's a lying bastard!

Stupid Employee

Dammit! Don't take everything so personally!!! How dare you tell me one thing and tell my boss another. How dare you change this into you're the victim. How dare you!!! I have never said this before until now: What a BITCH!
I can't believe you took this personally. I tell you one thing, you're fine. Then you decide you're being picked on and blowup at me and our main boss. Good grief. Get a f***** life you stupid little girl. Grow up!
I thought you were nice. I am finding out I was wrong. I had gotten that feeling earlier, but I now know for sure! You will try to backstab me anyway your uneducated sorry ass can! OMG. You are a waste of space. Please quit! Please, please quit! I'm writing you up!
It's all documented, and the phone calls are all recorded, so you know what? Piss on you! You're the one who just got yourself in trouble, not me! FUCK YOU!
Stupid Bitch. I hope you get fired.

AIG

Give me a break!! What else can they do with taxpayer money???

Since when is a company who is NOT profitable and receiving government (taxpayer) money be allowed to dole out millions in bonuses????!!!!!

My husband's company has to be profitable before he gets a bonus. AIG says its hands are tied. If they don't pay, employees can sue. Give me a break! Where does it say in their contract that if they lose billions, they are still entitled to a bonus???

And yet, the double standard applies to the automakers, who may go under and under constant threat of their loans being called by our government.

The difference is the AIG executives have money, and the automakers employee the middle class.

Missing My Dog

It's been almost a week since she died so suddenly. Tomorrow night will be the hardest thus far. I had come home last week from school to my mom at my house, my husband waiting for me at the door to give me a hug and say two words I never thought I'd hear so soon: "Angel died".
She was only 8. The last dog I had as a kid lived to be 13. Both German Shepherds. I had to know why she died so young. The autopsy said she had a small heart and thicker heart muscles, so the heart had to work harder to pump blood. It was just a matter of time before it stopped for good. This is a condition common in cats, rare in dogs.
If you ask me, my dog didn't have a small heart, she had a big one. She loved everyone she met and quickly made friends with all the neighborhood kids - those in our old neighborhood and those in our new.
She loved to play. When my husband and I would come home from work, we would get our 5 minutes of fame from a tail that wagged the dog. Then she would run to find a toy as if to say, "You're home now, time to play!"
She was well traveled and loved to go for rides in the car. She was very smart and knew a lot of words. My husband and I had to resort to spelling words, just like you would for a small child, so we would not rile her up too much.
She loved her ice cream. Many trips to Ritters, and most recently this summer, to McDonald's.
The house is quiet when we come home now. Her toys lay scattered throughout the house; as I am not ready to move them. Her leashes, backpack, harness and seat belt still hang in the back room. Her snow boots are in the laundry room in the cupboard. One dish is now water for the cat. Her food dishes remain empty. We free cycled her food, as we had just purchased a new bag the week before. I couldn't see it going to waste when so many others could use it.
I remember saying goodbye to her that morning. She drank my leftover cereal milk and hopped back up on the couch. I miss her so much. The house is quiet and I have no one to be home for. All the little things we don't have to do anymore - let her out, be home, take her for walks - I miss already.
I'd rather have those minor inconveniences and have my dog back then to not have her at all.

Just call me Gracie

Well this was not the start of a good day, but turned out to be much better. This morning, when my alarm went off, I decided to do my husband a favor and let the dog out so he could sleep. She was ready to go out and wouldn't wait until after my shower. So halfway down the stairs, I slip on the carpeting and go crashing down to the second to last step, then had to scoot on my butt to the first step and then to the floor. I yelled for my husband, because my foot was swollen and I had heard a loud "crack/snap" before I finished falling. I had also seen my foot in a direction it wasn't supposed to be in. That kind of scared me. So after calling my mother-in-law, who is a nurse in Ohio, we headed to the ER in Novi. Called my mom along the way, who said she'd pick up a shower chair for me, because I knew I couldn't stand up at this point long enough to get clean. So in the ER, we got a wheelchair for me right from the start, because walking would have been painful and taken all day. Didn't wait too long in the room, and the x-rays were done by the time my husband had to leave to take the dog to the vet.

The doctor came in shortly later, or should I say, meant me in the hallway where they left me, and told me that I had, in fact, broken my ankle bone and fractured another one. Wonderful. But I have some Vicidin to take and an appointment with a foot doctor recommended by the hospital to put my foot in an actual cast. Meanwhile, I have a splint made of fiberglass on that can't get wet or have weight on it or it will crack.

For three or four weeks I will have a cast, depending on how long it takes for the break to heal. Let's see what's going on in the next three to four weeks: I am leaving my current job next Tuesday and start my new job the following Monday; my husband starts his new job on Monday; I start classes again the beginning of April; our friends from Australia are coming in for Easter until April something; we have a wedding April 5 in Ohio; I have Altar Guild meeting minutes April 7; I'm on Altar duty Easter morning 7:00am, Easter Sunday in Ohio, and the day before in Novi. In short, this was not the greatest of timing.

But, like I said, my husband got a phone call today and an offer for a position about 10 minutes from my new job. So he will have steady income again, and we can carpool. I just worry about our dog being home alone for almost 12 hours a day, as compared to 10 hours she was, and now with my husband at home, she wasn't alone all day. We'll work something out. We were both thinking the neighborhood kids could get paid to check in on her, and there's also Camp BowWow, down the road from my work.

A vacation of a lifetime/New job

We are headed to Australia today, thanks to friends that are living there for a couple years. I can't wait. Which reminds me, I need to set my vacation email. Ok, that's done.

I have also recently turned in my resignation, and am starting over. It's time. I haven't been happiest where I have been in a very long time. Whether it be employees that drive me crazy or not enough work to do, I am ready to move on. I have another position higher up, in management, that I am looking forward to. The benefits are awesome, and I already know my boss from my soon to be ex-employer. I prayed about this, and God heard me. I am truly thankful.

Pet housing crisis

I recently read about the newest victims of the mortgage crisis - pets. It surprised and sickened me that people who have lost their homes, leave their pets in there to die - cold, alone, and hungry. How could you do that to your pet? Even people who have had their animals for years have done this. Their pet was not the cause of their foreclosure, and how could you do that to them? They know you, you are the center of their universe, and they wonder where you went and why you left them alone. They die, longing for you. How could a family do that? I've heard that the people don't want their pets to be at a shelter where they will be put down. So the alternative is a slow, painful, lonely death for their pet. How much sense does that make? My pets are my life. My husband knew that coming into the marriage and they have grown on him too. Our dog is so smart and knows so much English, it's scary. I hate leaving her alone during the day while I work, or when we go out, because she always looks so sad that she doesn't get to go along. I couldn't imagine turning my back on her and leaving her behind. I would gladly take in any animal that needs a home, even if temporarily, but I beg you, please do not do this to your pet. They are your family and should be treated as such.

Work stinks

What can't I say about my job this time? I am so tired of this member loyalty training and sales training and more training that I want to hurl. Training, training, training. That's all we do. I have to spy on my employees and coach them on how to talk to people like a robot rather than have a real conversation with the person on the other end of the line. I hate being a supervisor. Middle managment gets all the crap and none of the benefits. I don't want to stick around anymore, but I really should finish my degree first.



I am in accounting. Accounting does not have the benefits of being face to face with a member to sell them something. We are problem solvers. All the time, the answer to the question is "call accounting". I get none of the benefits of my boss, who as senior management gets a wonderful bonus of cash at the end of the year, while all employees simply get a visa gift card of $50 or $100 depending on how long they've been there.