Archive for the ‘Drama’ Category

After learning that my new employer wasn’t willing to give me two unpaid weeks off from work, I signed my two-week notice. Yes, that’s right. I asked for 2 whole weeks. Why? Because childbirth really isn’t all that hard, and Native Americans used to give birth in a corn field before hoisting the baby into a buffalo skin backpack and continuing their work. I could have done that. Were they willing to give me two weeks off and hold my job? No. After contacting the HR department I am told that they could have given me the time off, but it was my supervisor’s decision. I guess I caught her on a bad day.

So, I sucked it up, and planned on making the best of my last two weeks at work. Get in one last good paycheck. Only, due to the East Coast Blizzard there really aren’t that many international visitors coming to the US, and most of the Washington offices are closed. What this means for me? Work shortage. I’ve received a call for the past two days saying, “This is Bobby Jo from (insert company name here). I wanted to call to let you know we are having a work shortage today, and you won’t need to report to work.” Normally, I would jump for joy at this type of phone call, but now? Now I’m weeks away from a newborn who has very few 0-3 month outfits. Also, I need some other baby necessities. You know, a Diaper Genie!

What can I say? The suckage of late is suffocating me.

In good news, I go to the doc tomorrow, and hopefully since I was 1cm dilated last week I will be progressing by tomorrow. This is my second child, you know, and they say after the first one you can kind of just spit ’em out like popcorn kernels. I can only hope.

The other point of this post: What the fuck has happened to blogging? Off and on for 7 years I have had various online journals and blogs, and back in the ‘good ol’ days’ people blogged for the hell of it. They blogged to speak their mind. To keep in touch with friends. To make new friends. Just to fucking do it. Now in order to be a real blogger you have to involve yourself in some type of corporate nonsense? You should be in the process of writing a book? You are crap if you don’t make the Top 50 Bloggers list? You need to speak at conferences and meet-ups? I mean really, just because you blog you are entitled to have a book published? Or, if not a novel you have to at least do freelance. Check. Dooce did it, and now we think we all can and should. If this be the case then I may never grow up and be a real blogger.

There are other ways of making money, people.


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My MIL went and picked me up some baby shower invitations at Wal-Mart. Mind you, I’m not a picky person. This would have been just fine with me had she done the same for her other son’s girlfriend who just had a baby. BUT NO.. the invitations that were MADE or her were beautiful. White paper, with a pink mache type paper overlapping it, and the baby shower info printed onto the pink mache paper. The pink paper almost looked like lace. Not to mention the ultrasound picture of her baby that was also printed on the front with a silver and pink jewel dangling from the top.

Me? I get a pack of $2.99 generic shower cards from Wally World. It really hurt my feelings. I mean, if they could take all of the time and effort to make something pretty for her, then why couldn’t they do the same? I was totally expecting it. I was expecting to have something that I could put in my baby book and keep for a long time. THESE invitations, I don’t even wanna hand out. Then when I mentioned it to my SO he got pissed and said I was ungrateful. I AM very grateful that they are having me a shower – hell, my own family wouldn’t even do that for me. But, is it so wrong to ask that my invitations be even remotely as nice as hers? No, I can’t afford to have mine at a place called The Pink Room. Nor can I afford a handmade beautiful cake, but that doesn’t bother me. I will be fine with the one they pick out from the Wal-Mart Deli. I just wanted something to cherish. Some sort of keepsake. Forgive me for expecting the same kind of treatment that her other DIL got.

Also – WORK. I talked to my supervisor about taking just a couple of weeks off to give birth and them holding my job for me. For one or two short weeks. This obviosly is impossible, and I was told I should resign my position, and reapply after the baby gets here. Am I promised my job back? No, but I was told I would be put at the top of the list. ha. FML Just because I hadn’t been there a full 90 days yet.

Oh a good note I went to the OB yesterday and I’m dilated to 1.5. When he examined me he said the baby was very low and he could feel him. So, it shouldn’t be too much longer.

After Nathaniel Jaxten gets here I’m having some birth anouncements made by http://www.tinyprints.com . If nobody can do anything like this FOR ME. I will do it myself.

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Hey now, you’re a rockstar!

My 5 year old randomly bursts out into fits of song, which is cute when I can understand what he is saying. Mostly it’s just a verse of jumbled vowel sounds that match the rythm of the song he’s trying to sing. Either way, he’s his momma’s boy.

You know, I’m only 25, but I’ve attempted to remove most of the drama from my life. Keyword : attempted. I received an e-mail yesterday from an old aquaintance who I haven’t talked to in quite some time. It just so happened to be a woman whose husband convinced me that they were seperated over the summer and proceeded to use me for all I was worth (to him anyway). I’m not sure why this woman contacted me after so long. We have already talked. Actually, I gave her the luxury of yelling at me while I listened half-heartedly. I guess I was in the wrong, but I didn’t know it at the time. I just received a 42 page novel about what a horrible person that I am and on and so forth.

I can only think of a couple of reasons for this. 1.) The wound is still bleeding. I’m sure what happened hurt her, but I am not the one who is married to her or should have to answer to her. 2.) She’s a little bit psychotic and possibly has made some type of voodoo doll of me that pokes with pins every day. #2 could explain why I’ve had this horrible pain in my back for so long, so I’m going to go with that one.

I’ve tried to drop this whole thing and forget about it, but she just keeps coming back for more.

She obviously hates me as much as my sister, if that is possible.

As some of you may know I’m stuck for now in a crappy little two bedroom apartment. The complex that I live in houses about 30 different apartments, and most of the people here are rather nice. However, there are some that are not. A couple of days ago the police raided an apartment in an adjacent building and found a meth lab… and an 18 month old. The boy was taken to the hospital and released, and we are making plans to move. I really don’t want to live in a place where I worry about my children being outside. I really really don’t.


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