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!!!
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