glutton for punishment

I hate shaving.

I believe that it is the worst task ever; right up there with cleaning toilets and giving birth. (this could change after I’ve actually done it)

I’ll blame it partially on the fact that I’m 5′10″ and have ridiculously long legs. Whatever the reason, I haven’t done it in like, 2 months or something. Now, having gotten my legs waxed back before the wedding, the hair on my legs wasn’t grown in terribly thick, so it’s not like I looked like a cavewoman or anything. My husband, however, isn’t a fan regardless, so he was at his breaking point.

I decided that instead of shaving, I would take the lazy man’s way out and have it waxed. Why not? It lasts longer, and I don’t have to do anything except for pay someone to do something for me that I don’t like doing in the first place. And why stop with just the legs? I think I’ll get the works, just like I did last time.

So yesterday morning, with Lemons along for the ride (and the pain) I did the unthinkable: almost-full-body-waxing. What is wrong with me? You think to yourself – “It won’t hurt as badly this time, I’ll be used to it.” “This’ll be fun! I won’t have to shave for a while!”

In the defense of the girls who did the waxing, I will say that it didn’t really hurt as badly, but even still, it doesn’t tickle. There just isn’t any type of mental prepping that makes it easier to take.

On the up-side, I won’t have to shave forever and I can wear something besides pants! YAY!

Who knows, maybe I’ll just keep going back.

word travels fast, especially when you blog the word

‘Member how I woefully told ya’ll that my husband was being deployed?

Somehow, the internets told people that I hadn’t even intended to tell man! Oh the shock and horror of it all!!! (okay, so maybe I’m being slightly dramatic, slightly)

Seriously though, who knew this little bloggy reached the masses? I mean, what do I have, 6 readers? (Oh, and you too DDTM)

Anyway, I know it sounds silly, what with my having blogged about it and all, but Husband and I didn’t really want to tell too many people about the whole deployment thing. Not yet anyway. I mean, there were some people we actually wanted to tell face to face, which is why I didn’t blog about it until most of them found out. There is one couple who(m) – I never know when the word ‘whom’ is appropriate, Ross Gellar has me all confused now! – we have a tough time getting to see on a regular basis. I’m not sure if it’s because they have 5 kids or what, but that seems like a pretty lame excuse to me, I mean goodness, aren’t we important to anyone?!

So they were 2 people that we definitely wanted to tell face to face. They’re very important to us, and did a lot to mentor us throughout our “dating time”. Imagine my surprise, when, last night the wife calls to check up on me because she just heard the news and was positive that I was an absolute mess. (Does she know me well or what?) Turns out, someone who we haven’t talked to in like, forever, is the one who gave her the update. With some pretty specific, and correct, details.

What the heck man?!

Isn’t this my woeful tale to tell? What is wrong with people anymore?!

Just kidding. I’m not that neurotic, but I mean sheesh, can’t a girl spill her own gossip anymore?

the first step toward recovery is admitting that you have a problem

Hi, I’m fancythis and I’m a:

Shopaholic

Friends-aholic

Steeler’s Football-aholic

While we’re on that topic, a Ben Roethlisberger, Hines Ward, Troy Polamalu, Jerome Bettis – aholic

Did I mention Friends?

Long hot shower – aholic

Clean – aholic (ok that’s a lie, but I figured I’d throw in at least one “good problem”)

Have we talked about Friends?

What about shopping?

I can get over this you know.

Ooh! I wonder if I could watch Friends while I’m shopping. Do you think its possible?

I also like Country Music.

Ok, maybe like is a weak word in light of the other mild interests.

And Brad Paisley.

And Friends.

And shopping.

even the weather leaves me speechless

Can something exciting please happen to me?

At least when I was working I had something to complain about. Not now. Now, I just stay at home and watch Friends on DVD and wonder whether or not I’m employable for someone other than the psycho I recently left.

Give me something to do! Anyone! I implore you!

Not like real work though. I have some limits.

the most irresponsible thing i’ve ever done; and i kinda like it

I. Quit. My. Job.

Yes, this one.

You know, the one I just started officially Monday? The one I was in training for all last week. The training that cost them $550.

I quit.

I feel strangely ok with it though. Almost happy. Liberated, even.

I feel like, well, naughty.

I’ve never done anything like this in my entire life. I started working straight out of highschool at the age of 17, and I’ve been going ever since. I never went to college and partied or skipped class or goofed around. What, you’re offended by that college goer? Quit lying to yourself, you know that’s what college was/is about for you.

I’ve always been the responsible one, the reliable one, the mature one. But today, that all went flying right out of the window.

Y’see, what I’ve discovered about the owners of the business I worked for is that they don’t really know how to run a business. The husband tells me one thing, the wife says another and I’m not quite sure who I should listen to, since they each told me to listen to the other. Meanwhile, I’m supposed to reconcile all of their financial mess since the start of there business last May! Did I also mention that I’m also supposed to get business for them as well as keep in contact with their previous customers and do that to-do list of 12 different things that I’ve never even been trained do that the wife sent to me this morning and wants done by end of business today, one of which was actually supposed to be completed yesterday?! Hm?!

The straw that broke the camel’s back (as if what I’ve already mentioned isn’t enough to break it) came this morning when the owner came in at 8:30 am, which was actually the time he was supposed to be leaving to go do an estimate on someone’s home. (We’re supposed to be in at 8:00 am every day) He was of course in a rush and in a bad mood, and while he was flipping through the notes on his computer and discovered that the person (his wife) who had booked the estimate had booked him to estimate the inside and outside of this person’s home. This is apparently against procedure because that takes longer and  so interiors and exteriors are supposed to be booked separately. But I didn’t book this, I wasn’t even working for him when it was booked. That must have slipped his mind because this is what I heard next:

“You know, you really need to pay closer attention to things like this.”

“Um, like what?”

“This person wants the interior and exterior done. That needs to be on two separate proposals. It’s in the notes though, and you need to make sure that you pay attention to things like this.”

“Um, ok.”

“Now, something that I thought would only take me an hour is actually going to take four hours, and that’s a scheduling conflict, but we’ll go over it when I get back, I don’t have time now.”

Cue door slam.

First, I would like to point out that this wasn’t going to be a scheduling conflict for him today as he only has 2 estimates on his schedule, the morning one he was rushing off to and the other one that wasn’t until 5 pm, so where the scheduling conflict is, I’ll never know.

Second, um, I’m sorry buddy, but I’m not a child, nor am I a dog or anything else that you boss around, so I think that maybe your tone was a tad bit inappropriate. That really isn’t the way you should treat someone who, for all intents and purposes, would be the backbone of your company.

Thirdly, (is that even a word?) I DID NOT BOOK THAT FREAKING ESTIMATE, YOU’RE WIFE DID!!!!!!

Ahem.

So, after 2 teary-eyed phone calls, one to husband, and one to best friend which oddly enough ended in laughter, I took a piece of paper and wrote my resignation to him.

I refuse to be treated like that and I think that maybe he should go take some business courses before he runs his into the ground.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some soap operas to watch. Oh, and laundry to do, but for that, there’s always tomorrow! 

they knocked me out even though I saw ‘em coming

Before husband and I got married, I knew full well what I was getting myself into.

I’m not talking about from a relational/living together perspective, that’s a couple posts by itself.

Nope, I’m talking about the US Military, the Army more specifically and what I was expecting to happen.

It’s no big secret that we’re at war, and regardless of your feelings on the matter, I’ll say that I was and still am a big supporter of the intentions of this war. I may not agree with all of the goings on, but then again, the media isn’t necessarily a trustworthy source, and I don’t have to be the one to make the decisions.

Anyway, I remember being strong in the years leading up to marriage, absolutely sure that husband would get deployed and being absolutely fine with it.

Isn’t it funny how you think you know how you’d handle a particular situation that you’re not even in?

I think so.

The funny, or maybe ironic thing is that he’s not even being sent to Iraq. He’s not even being sent to a combat zone for that matter, but when I heard the news it was as if someone had punched me swiftly in the stomache.

They’re taking my husband away from me for a little over a year, so why does it really matter where they’re taking him to? Ok, maybe that’s not entirely true as I don’t necessarily have the added stress of him being in danger 24/7, but you get the point.

I was ready. I was strong. I was prepared.

And yet, I wasn’t.

There is no amount of preparation that can be done to help cope with the fact that you will be separated from the one you love for any amount of time, much less a year.

There are positives, but they don’t really outweigh the negatives for me right now.

I’m also really struggling with the fact that we’re such a “young” married couple and still have so much to learn about one another and it’s just going to get postponed.

I wonder why this had to happen to me and find that I’m questioning God daily as to what I’m supposed to take away from this life lesson.

Can you imagine how I’d feel if he were being sent to Iraq?

moral of the story: finish what you start

Well, here I am at my first day at the new job. I’m surprised that I’m actually able to write, but then again, they have to give me a lunch.

I wasn’t expecting my first day to be so stressful. Apparently, there are legitimate reasons why they canned the other broad just to bring me in. She sucks.

I can’t make sense of anything in this office.

She didn’t file anything correctly, and that goes for the financial and employee stuff too. No problem here looks simple to correct, and I’m wondering why they even hired this woman in the first place.

The owner responds to almost every question I have with a shrug, and I’m trying not to pull out what’s left of his hair.

I can do this though. I know I can. I just have to take it one day at a time.

But if you happen to run into the former office manager, can you take a swing at her for me?