Work issues, bikinis and pipe dreams

You know, I think my local PMO (primary management official) is schizo.

After all the speeches about making nice with her replacement, she is spending money like a drunken sailor. All the projects she said "no" to for the last year are now being fast-tracked. She wants all these projects in the works and the money committed before the new guy gets here. Talk about "making nice!" I guess she doesn't care if she screws him over because she is close to retirement anyway. However, I'm not so stupid as to turn down getting some of my postponed work financed. I spent the past couple of days working up projects and cost estimates. I've knocked out about $20K so far and have about $30K more I'd like to get my hands on (but I doubt I will). I'm thinking that I may hit her up for that small window in my door...

I talked to my supervisor today and got some more information on possible transfers. There is an eventuality for a position in south Texas that I would accept. I would have a house to move into already and it would be closer to home by half. I'd only have to contend with tornadoes and hurricanes moving inland. Well, the house I'd be moving into has been there for 20 years already, so I guess it was made well. Look at me! I don't have the job or the house yet and I am thinking of construction features. Well, being positive is a good thing.

Tomorrow I will be dealing with Danielle's summer camp pool party. I don't do swimsuits well anymore. Now 20 years ago, I could don bikinis and look good. Now I would empty the pool quicker than Bruce the shark... But I will go in my Delta Burke swimsuit with the shorts attached because Danielle wants me there. Damn! It means I have to get up early and shave my legs and underarms. At 5:30 am, I don't think that is a great idea, but I don't feel dealing with it tonight.

If I am still living here when I get next year's tax refund, I am SO tempted to get electrolysis on the legs and "pits." There's a company called Nuvo that has storefront walk-in clinics in several of the malls here to get it done. Seems straightforward enough: go in, get the treatments, pay as you go... Something my grandmother would have had a major hissy fit over! I would *almost* consider getting the bikini area done, but I don't know that I would want someone to get that close without dinner and a movie.

Reminder to me: never, ever date a man named Conner. After hearing my young daughter go on and on about her "boyfriend" of that name, I am so sick of it!!!

This week in brief

This has been one of those weeks that makes me want to move to Montana and raise dental floss!

I am nursing a dislocated shoulder and had to have a cortizone shot. The only thing the darned thing did was make me sick because it had anesthetic in it and I am mildly allergic to the stuff they used. And the shoulder is still hurting like crazy!

On top of that, I have been dealing with a pre-teen crush courtesy of my daughter. At 8 1/2, she has a "boyfriend" (Conner) that she spends all her time with at summer camp. They do all the activities together, hold hands and KISS!?!?!?! Yesterday, we went to the movies and she spent all of her time worrying because he didn't come. I gather that she and Conner decided that he would meet her at the theater and his dad sort of agreed, but forgot to tell his mom who had made other plans. If this is a taste of what I have to look forward to, please point me to the nearest all-girl boarding school in Outer Mongolia!

Worst of all is that the local manager of the agency I work for is transferring out next month. Normally not a big deal because it happens all the time. However, her replacement is a certifiable asshole! I have been with this agency for nearly 17 years and this guy coming in is the only person I ever had to file a complaint against. He kept me from a position a few years back because I was a single parent and he didn't think I could handle the work because of that. So you can imagine how I felt to see him listed as the new manager. I immediately called my supervisor and told her I want to be moved. She said to suck it up, do my job and it will be OK. Yeah, right... I know what retaliation is and I know that because he is a manager, my complaints won't count for squat.

I also need a plumber and a better spreadsheet to make the paycheck vs. bills ratio behave!

Sometimes I ramble a lot and sometimes...

I have a regular website for family news, but I decided I need some
place to make my observations, laments and general comments. It's an
indulgence and I don't know how long it will last, but we'll see...

I may be missing for weeks and then post every few hours. It just depends.