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This is my friend Steve, who I haven’t seen in many years, surprising his mom on Mother’s day. I’m guessing his brother filmed it, and James is his nephew.

He’s the type of person that just hearing his voice makes you homesick for him. I’ve been trying to talk him and his wife into moving to Colorado, but no luck so far. Enjoy his adorableness.

Man, I’ve been busy this week!

Good news: I finally found a part-time job. I’m going to help with chart reviews for a medical study.

Bad news: They’ve given me so much work at my main job that I’ll have to work all this weekend and every evening as well.

If I can make it through this week, I’ll be all right. Say it with me, “If we can just make it through this week, we’ll be all right.”

Men (and women - you know who you are…)

WHY do you never want the person in front of you, who is available.

WHY is it that you want the person you had a few relationships ago.

You know, the person who you didn’t want back then, when they were in front of you? Because you were pining over someone else?

You treated them like shit for 2, 4, 6 years. They finally got sick of you and dumped you. That was 2, 4, 6 years ago.

You didn’t want them when you had them. But now, in your time apart, you’ve grown to appreciate their subtle qualities. And now, no one will ever live up to their sainted memory.

She’s moved on, but you can’t. It’s been two years since you’ve broken up, but all you can talk about is her. She stays in your place when you’re out of town. You run all over town doing her favors. You bristle when someone else confronts you on your obsession. (Bonus points if you use your kids as an excuse to stay obsessed with her - classy!)

How many people are you going to let walk out of your life while you beat this dead horse? You’ve had YEARS to get it right with her, you couldn’t. Sometimes we lose. Sometimes we make mistakes that can’t be rectified. Are you going to waste another decade looking back?

She’s your ex. You can be civil for your kids, but that doesn’t mean being involved in her life. You’re starting to become addicted to playing the wounded victim role in this - let it go. You’re exhausting everyone around you. Your devotion is NOT the same as being sorry, it’s NOT the same as making amends. It’s letting someone use your guilt to manipulate you. It’s indulging in feeling sorry for yourself. It’s nauseating.

We haven’t done a Random Crap from my Hard Drive Monday lately. Let’s do one, shall we?

How can one not love The Platypus?

My boss makes us spend hours writing weekly reports telling her how busy we are. She added a “sanity meter” and I took the concept and added pictures of my dog to it, with smartass meter designations.

I call this one “Gas Prices”.

Have a great week!

My idea of a great weekend is not having to interact with another human being whatsoever.

In fact, if I don’t have to put on makeup at all, it’s a bonus.

But I have so much to do! I’m sitting here trying to talk myself into getting up, going to the store, blah blah.

But I’d rather hibernate.

I’m in week 2 of a 3 week initiative to train the poor staff on stuff they should have been trained on all along. For the past year they’ve been “dinged” by Quality for not doing their jobs when there is no resource that tells them HOW to do their jobs! I feel so sorry for our staff I actually cried last night.

Well, it’s not perfect yet but we’re finally giving them some re-training, but for two weeks all I hear all day is that the training is fine and good, but the minute they walk out of the room, their managers are going to tell them to do it differently, the assistant managers will tell them to do it another way, and the quality people will tell them to do it another way still. Written policies will tell them to do it a different way because they’re all old.

I’m exhausted to the point of mind-snapping over this. Do you know how humiliating it is to stand up in front of a class and be told straight out that my teaching will mean nothing in the “real world” because, despite the fact the curriculum was approved by bosses all the way up the ladder, the quality people make up their own rules as they go along.

Yesterday’s 2 classes went horribly. My attitude was horrible, I let my frustration show (not at the staff but at the situation).

One quality person has already set an appointment with me next week to gripe me out, but most people won’t do that - they’ll file complaints without me knowing.

I’ve worked so much overtime the past two weeks, I’ve gotten in trouble with my bosses for fighting for what the staff really needs, the staff doesn’t have confidence in anything I say.

My job is a no-win situation daily and I don’t know how much longer I can take it.

So I have a very complicated class to teach today with new rules that will rightfully annoy my audience. I’ve been swamped and haven’t had time to prepare, so I was going to spend 4 hours last night studying, get up early and go in early, then spend 3 hours practicing the presentation before the first class today.

I get my instructor’s guide. Go get a beer. Let the dog out. Take some cough medicine. Go back to pick up the instructor’s guide - GONE. Can’t find it anywhere. Looked all evening. Never found it. I looked in the fridge and freezer, behind the washing machine, through my trash, in the microwave. It vanished.

Found it this morning in my SILVERWARE DRAWER.

This is going to be some day. Wish me luck.