WOOT!

Tidbits:

- Took Bubba to see his first live performance on Easter Sunday: 'Dora the Explorer Live!'. Poor booger spent 90 minutes in stunned silence, I'm guessing because he'd never seen cartoon characters come to life before. Loves the slide at the park; contemplating getting him one & putting it in the living room. Hurt myself over the weekend when he managed to crawl under a fenced-off unused concrete wading pool & I had to go retrieve him. Propelled myself over the fence to get in (no small feat, I assure you) but after getting him out I couldn't manage it again because my left arm's not as strong as my right (shut up). Finally, had to squeeze myself under fence, causing minor injury to back. Soreness & fatigue for days after.

- Bought a new(well, used) lappie, which ought to be here by Friday. Will use for writing & other personal stuff, as I have realized that there is many a time I am inspired on the road or outside the house, yet have no access to a computer and so lose my thoughts. Plus, I want one and that's a motivating factor.

- Spoke to a co-worker on Saturday at length, hearing how a lot of managers have quit or been fired in my absence. Others don't seem long for the world there either, from the sounds of things. One actually came back and left in less than a month. This is all because one person, a person in the highest position in the district, puts more emphasis on unquestioning obedience and rigidity and blind adhereance to ever-changing protocols than to actual productivity. This is a guy who will write you up for filling in the time you did something if it doesn't match the time you did it (he spends several hours a week going over your surveilance tapes, not for criminal activity but for things he can complain about). A more hostile work environment you'd be hard pressed to find. No word on the Psych. positions, so I went into the city yesterday & updated my resume at an old job. It was cool; the person I saw knew me in the day, and remembered me positively. Also, one of the higher-ups had recently asked about me and that's always a plus. So maybe something will open up there. Otherwise, it would make just as much sense to quit and keep Bubba at home, saving daycare & transportation money (gas being what it is and all) than to go back & pray for the best or blow my stack at the jerk.
One thing, though. A day after the call, someone else from the company called my cellie to say 'hi' and see how I was. Conincendence? Don't believe in it. I'd like to think this guy is cool, but you never know. We did start at the same time and had some good times, but this company has a way of turning people on each other. Might call back, but keep my words brief & try to actually dig info out of him.

- Found out this weekend while some of the Mrs.'s family was visiting that one of my nephews is gay. What was wierd was that the mother had set up an appointment with a therapist for him while they were here, since I guess she didn't want anyone back home to get a whiff of thier potential family scandal. Why scandal? Not my idea: they wanted the shrink to try and "correct" his "phase". Assholes. I lost all respect for the mother now.

- Going to small claims court soon. One of my debts seems to think if they drag me to court, the money to pay them will miraculously appear. I know buying a lappie seems to belie that, but note that most creditors refuse to accept any less than what they want, payment offers be damned. Doesn't matter that I'm on disability. Doesn't matter that there is no property to sell, no assets to liquidate. Plus, it's not the original creditor but a company that purchases debt from credit card companies at a low price, then makes its money from threatening people. What they don't realize is that I've been to jail (more than once) and the threat of small claims court just doesn't make me shiver. I'll go, but mainly just to see what the whole process is about. Plus, I'll have my say too so that'll be fun.

- Mother in Law had 82nd birthday in nursing home. It was more like a wake than a birthday party, and even more morbid than the former to boot. They kept filming her with them, them all smiles and forced happiness, her in her bed/recliner with attending breathing appartaus & monitors, not saying or doing anything. The party was at the nursing home on Saturday, but her birthday was on Wednesday. I'm told when one of the attendants wished her a happy birthday that morning, she cried. Kind of makes a case for euthanasia. The creepy part was that it seemed more for them than her. Like appearances were more important than actual happiness.

Carrot, you know where to reach me. Please do so. I miss bitching to you.

TTFN.