Had a Rough Weekend
I've resolved that I will not be posting on weekends, as it is the only quality time I get with my sweetie as well as being the only time I'll get a chance to go off on my own without the kid for an hour or two. I'm sure I'll break my own rule here and there - I'm a tried and true hypcrite, so it's to be expected. But for the most part, I'll just have to update you all on Mondays as to the weekend's events. In that vein...
Big J's job is a real weiner, I mean winner. The boss has the emotional maturity of a three-year-old and communications skills that rival Dub-ya's. Like Dub-ya, he's smarter than he acts, but cannot be persuaded to take his leadership responsibilities seriously. To wit, the preceding weekend happened to required all the IT folks for a server switch. Mr. Craptastic, in an unusual spate of planning ahead, had it all worked out so the department would only have to be in on Saturday for about twelve hours. Need I bother to mention that Mr. Craptastic's plans went all to S-H-I-T?
The long and short is that Big J didn't arrive home until 3:45 am Sunday, and Mr. Craptastic, in a fabulous state of management muckery, left at 7:00 pm the previous evening. If there was any goodwill left for Mr. Craptastic before last weekend, it's all gone now. I'm even tempted to write him a letter to let him know exactly what I think of his superior fuck-up-edness. Of course, I'm chicken enough to wait until after Big J has given notice and finished his time there.
Now you see the reason for the red lettering.
In somewhat lighter news, I think I've reasoned out what I'd like to name our second child if it were a boy. Ashe-Leigh, and we could call him Ashe. I figure if we spell it a little differently, then he wouldn't get as much flack for having "a girl's name". Not that I want that to be the decision-maker about how I name my children, but eventually, some nitwit will bring it up. Oh yeah, and if we have a girl, we've already decided on Zoe Violet. Little J has two middle names, so we might have to add a little something after the Violet. But we can cross that bridge when the IUD comes out.
Big J's job is a real weiner, I mean winner. The boss has the emotional maturity of a three-year-old and communications skills that rival Dub-ya's. Like Dub-ya, he's smarter than he acts, but cannot be persuaded to take his leadership responsibilities seriously. To wit, the preceding weekend happened to required all the IT folks for a server switch. Mr. Craptastic, in an unusual spate of planning ahead, had it all worked out so the department would only have to be in on Saturday for about twelve hours. Need I bother to mention that Mr. Craptastic's plans went all to S-H-I-T?
The long and short is that Big J didn't arrive home until 3:45 am Sunday, and Mr. Craptastic, in a fabulous state of management muckery, left at 7:00 pm the previous evening. If there was any goodwill left for Mr. Craptastic before last weekend, it's all gone now. I'm even tempted to write him a letter to let him know exactly what I think of his superior fuck-up-edness. Of course, I'm chicken enough to wait until after Big J has given notice and finished his time there.
Now you see the reason for the red lettering.
In somewhat lighter news, I think I've reasoned out what I'd like to name our second child if it were a boy. Ashe-Leigh, and we could call him Ashe. I figure if we spell it a little differently, then he wouldn't get as much flack for having "a girl's name". Not that I want that to be the decision-maker about how I name my children, but eventually, some nitwit will bring it up. Oh yeah, and if we have a girl, we've already decided on Zoe Violet. Little J has two middle names, so we might have to add a little something after the Violet. But we can cross that bridge when the IUD comes out.
Now you see the other reason for me not bothering to post on weekends. They're bloody uneventful - errands, and resting mostly. Can't wait to be back in the NW where there are actual things to do (outside, culturally, kid-friendly, etc. etc.). So if I do bother to rev up the ole laptop, it will be for a darn good story. We can only hope.
