Work Sucks!

Each day I discover that I like my job less and less. In fact I hate it. It's not challenging, there are profound "what we have here is a failure to communicate" issues, the right hand doesn't realize there is a left hand, the left hand keeps falling asleep, the right leg was amputated, the left leg is broken, so we have no leg to stand on! Mostly we just sit it out and we don't even do that very well. Also, some of the people who work there seem to have NO aspirations, no dreams, no goals.... it's like a giant vortex for loosers. Have a dream? Don't worry the P-Factory will suck it right out of you! Have a goal, don't worry the P-Factory will put a quick end to it and you too will become a gray zombie-like teleservices rep. You too can be a phone monkey, you only need to know three simple phrases:

"Would you like to super-size that handle?"
"Need screws with that?"
"That's not my job." Then transfer the person to someone else.

Sounds glamorous you say? Exciting? You betcha! That's why our turnover rate is so high, so everyone can enjoy the fun of being chained to a phone. Call now, operators standing by to transfer you to someone who doesn't know how to spell their own name!
Sounds too good to be true - huh? But it isn't. Really. Unfortunately...

Look Mom - No Cavities!!!!

Well I went to the dentist and not a single cavity! I asked, "Are you sure? Really? I haven't been to the dentist in over a year, maybe two!"

"Nope, no cavities, everything looks good."

Whew! I'm so glad since I don't regularly floss... I have no idea how this can be since I LOVE, crave, and chow down on sweets? Very odd, but I'm not going to complain. In fact, I think I'll celebrate with a big ol' hot fudge sundae. mmmmmm mmm mm.

Paralegal

The Paralegal Open House thingy was great. I went into thinking, "nah, not now, got too much going on. Is this program really worthwhile. I'm so close to finishing up my BA, this is just gonna get in the way... blah blah blah." But, by the time it ended I was ready to sign up right then and there! For reasons too many to list here, I was very impressed with the program and what it all entails. I realize it will be a lot of hard work, but I'm used to that.

I've applied for a student loan through SallieMae, just waiting to hear back. I know that come January 17th (2006) and I've not only survived the program, but successfully completed it (gotta think positive!), I'll then have opportunities to open new doors that will provide more professional opportunities for me than what I am currently doing. And, come February I can either start back up with UOP and finish my 5 remaining courses or enroll full time at UT to just knock it out. I'll quit the P-Factory, overlap Paralegal Program with BA course load for only a week, two tops. So, I should still be able to complete my BA by May as originally intended.

Very exciting to have options... something other than, "Sir, which 6 shelves? That model only comes with 4. Yes, 4. Right, so you need more than one of which shelf? The top shelf, ... o.k. the middle, no not the middle,... fine. So, the bottom shelf then? Sir, there are only 4 shelves total. You said you needed 6." - that was a real call ladies and gentleman, honest to God. This call took over 45 minutes. 45 minutes of my life I'll never get back...

Being a paralegal is looking better and better each minute!

Nuttin' Much

I feel like I haven't posted in awhile and fear the Blog police will hunt me down. So, quick update. Work continues to suck, especially since P-Pod has left :-(

School's going well, I think. Haven't gotten my week 3 grade yet. Pray for me.

I've applied to UT, so I'm just waiting to hear if they'll take me or not.

I'm interested in a Paralegal Certificate program. Planning on attending the Open House to learn more about it. Sounds interesting and I'd love to know more about what the heck hubby's doing all day. I understand the emotional crap he has to deal with (clients with a lot of baggage, people just plain sue-happy and wanting to get even, etc. etc.), but I'm actually intrigued to know about all these "forms" "documents" and other special legal dodads. So, who knows... maybe I'll become a paralegal. I just don't think the legal world is ready for me.

Gotta get a house and build up equity. There seems to be a big storm brewing... gotta plan, gotta prepare, gotta be ready!

Uncle Boscoe

This is Uncle Boscoe, my parent's doggie (Karma's on the left). He lives in Wisconsin where it is very cold in the winter and very hot and humid in the summer. He's looks to be of "normal" weight in this picture, but he's not. Pool fella is VERY fat, just a big ol' sausage of a dog. My dad is very bad and feeds Uncle Boscoe people food and gives him way too many treats. When Uncle Boscoe was visiting us he got to run and play with Sass and Karma - good exercise. He needs a buddy at home to play with, but Mom says no. Poor, poor Uncle Boscoe, fat and friendless.

Doggie Dogs

Sassafras is the one on top and she's the alpha dog when other doggies, like Abby, are around - when it's just her and Karma they're equals. She's very sweet. Her favorite activities include: eating cat $&!#, sleeping, barking at the woods, and shoving her cold wet nose into my face every morning before the alarm has a chance to go off. This is my baby Karma (on the bottom), she's also very sweet. Her favorite activities also include: eating cat $&!#, sleeping, and barking at the woods. Dogs... what fun! I don't remember life before them. I can only imagine that the floors had WAY less fur and dirt on them.

The Unthinkable!

Well my darling husband has replaced my closet light and installed one that works! I can see. He did it all by himself. Hooray for my guy. Job well done. Yippie!

Closet Light

Well, if I show up at work wearing mis-matched clothes it's my closet's fault. The light in that tiny abyss takes F O R E V E R to come on... I'm sure the husband has noted in his blog somewhere that I'm rather impatient. It's true, I am. Very much so in fact.

I refuse to stand in the dark waiting for the light, so I flip the switch and walk away, go about doing something else, only to wander back near the closet later wondering why the heck the light is on... oh right, I turned it on because I needed or wanted something in there... but what? What could it be? Shoes? Shirt? Coat? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I give up (remember, I'm impatient). Must not be important. Turn light off. Walk away. Remember what I need. Return to closet. Flip switch, refuse to stand in dark. Walk away. Wonder why light is on. It's a terrible, vicious cycle.

I'd use the oil lamp that was so very useful during the power outage, but fear that the cats and/or dogs will knock me down in the process and I'll set the place on fire. A flashlight could be the answer... but it's awkward holding it and trying to sort through clothes finding the pants that are too small, or the top that's in the dirty laundry, etc. So, instead I think I'll just move the floor lamp inside and use that. I'd ask the hubby to look at and assess possible solutions to this dilemma, however, read this and discover why that is not such a good idea. He may not be good with home projects, but damn my baby can write!

Cat Fight

Well, the kitty cats, Ginger and Jordan, are having a little spat in my office. Ginger's winning, but Jordan just doesn't know when to quit. She's rather fearless and very clueless about such things.

However, when Abby's around Jordan just hisses, while her ears are all slicked back and her eyes are as large as golf balls! It's funny because Abby is one of the sweetest dogs you could ever meet. Even Ginger seems to think so.

Critters... silly, silly critters. God love em'!