I vanquished a shoe addiction SO pernicious it took me 2-3 months to buy a pair of black Dansco clogs I NEEDED.
Because I am old. Vaping is a LOT worse.
I sent my Radius in today, thank Goodness. Ooh, I got to remember to email and Tell Bill it is coming. Or, in my case, Tell Bill 2.
I am glad I did because the husband hired a contractor for a TON of stuff from the house. It will be another 5k ish. BUT, out first week in NOVEMBER. I told him he had been praying for an exit date, and he had been praying to not do the outside stuff. I was also praying that because it was clear to me they might return him to me in a body bag, and like, the house I'd have to sell on my OWN.
The husband is not a good closer. NOW he HAS to do it. Praise be Jesus and all that stuff.
God. Whatever you do don't report issues to your supervisor, she will come and talk endlessly at you while the whole time you are like "I could be doing my notes right now. Very pleasant, but time consuming." Then she wants everyone to be happy so she tries to "solve" your problems in the ODDEST ways. Like, I guess someone again reported "I was yelling at them" or something?
WHAT CAN I DO WITH THAT? Nothing, that's what. She suggested I "talk to their supervisor." I was like, "Um, I can't because you have not answered ANY of the five questions of journalism or however many (it's late, but like once I go to bed, it's tomorrow.) Tomorrow will SUCK. I have SO much left over work to do. I mean, I was like "I don't even know whose supervisor I am supposed to TALK to."
Anyway, my suggestion that we were all grown adults and could, you know, perhaps sit down for 15 minutes and discuss our concerns and what I am doing that is "yelling" because it is not yelling, I am pretty certain and what they want me to do instead, would be all cool. Because I am 100% capable of SELF correction and she KNOWS that, but without any accurate DATA inputted into me, my self corrections are gonna make things worse.
IDK what to do. I offered to attend a course on "Professionalism and tact" but like I don't think I'd learn as much as just like, you know, hearing the complaints.
If they are in fact real. Also not sure about that.
Burning self on coil is probably the closest one can get to using one of those electric cigarette lighters in the car they no longer manufacture. I try to view it with sense of nostalgia.
I have not burnt my lips though. That has to suck.
Anna
