Checking In...

First, a clarification:

No one in my family eats at Taco Bell. All 'alternate names' are based solely on the commercials.

Further clarification: We call that bowl of...stuff (with corn, potato and apparently a Yeti) The Atrocity. I also call it "The Puke Bowl".

Now you know.

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Work has gotten better. Not perfect, but better. This change is due to a timely meeting with a good friend who specializes in...Employment issues. Much clarification was given with regard to buzz words and double speak from Big Boss; he likely has less power than he is projecting behind closed doors.

Best part? If he pulls some of the stuff he has mentioned, it's apparently against the law. Even in NC.

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I am hopelessly addicted to The Facebook, which seems to be sucking the last bits of life from me.

Well, that and diapering incontinent, elderly dogs.

The second part is even less enthralling than it sounds.

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All said, I'm off to finish watching "Run, Fat Boy, Run". Don't look at me like that.

It's Simon Freaking Pegg.

Random Confession #914

Chachi and I have re-named Taco Bell's Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito.

We call it The Aftermath*.







*Sincere apologies to Stephen King, LeVar Burton and assorted others.

Update - of sorts

Thanks to all who have read and advised me in my current circumstances. As you can probably see, I have removed the last 2 posts. This is more for my sake than anything. I don't feel that I can accurately describe what I'm dealing with and not come out as a whiner or a villain.

Suffice it to say, I've had a lot of time to think, talk out - and yes, even pray about what's going on. I'm going to return to work tomorrow with fresh perspective and continue to do my job just as I always have. This is not to say that I am giving up or giving in. I'm simply hanging in there with a little faith.

I've come to understand that, sometimes, time and faith are really all you need. I am confident that it will all work out as it should.

Life generally does.

Much love,

rennratt

Calling Captain Paranoid!

So, yes. There was previously a post/picture of me sitting here. I took it down.

Why, do you ask? That would be because I have had many, many hits over the past few days. Some a little too close (geographically) for comfort.

It's not that I write anything I'm ashamed of, or that I wouldn't at least mutter at people as they passed by. However, I strongly believe that everyone needs an outlet. Everyone needs the ability to vent.

See, I live in an incredibly small town. So small, in fact, that there are a total of two stop lights. These stoplights are less than 1/4 mile from each other. The rest of the town, if it can be called that, is a series of 4-way stops, caution lights, fields, farms and pure southern country. We even sport a winery (fruit wine, anyone?) less than 5 miles from my house.

I digress.

The cold, hard truth is that I'm paranoid, and likely watch far too much Crime TV. For those concerned that they missed something, well...you've probably seen me over on Facebook. I believe we're friends with some of the same people. I'm now a redhead, by the way.

Thanks for understanding.

Much love,

Rennratt

KFC is Dead to Me...and Other Things You were Itching to Know.

I had intended to write more here lately, but it just hasn't panned out that way. Here's a short list explaining why:

1. I am still, for the moment, gainfully employed. This is both a good and bad thing, just so you know. It is good because I am still being paid, still have (some) benefits...and we are crazy busy. You'd think that would inspire the Big Boss to hire some people back, but he has yet to do so. Instead, he is making my life royal crap by interviewing people behind closed doors and not telling anyone why. If I had a backup job lined up, I would totally jump ship. I can't stand Gaslighting.

I work with people that are so finely inserted into the rectums of our bosses that I am literally nauseous on a regular basis. I have taken to spending time at local malls, looking at clothes just to escape. I am also beginning to break out again, in spite of the Humira shots.

2. Chachi is preparing to go out of town for a week. I am preparing to be here without him for that same amount of time, with an 8 year old Daddy's Girl. I may need Thorazine before it's all said and done.

3. A shock absorber fell/broke/whatever on Chachi's truck today...while I happened to be driving it. I had the insane pleasure of waiting at a gas station...next to a line of semi trucks...while I waited for Chachi to get there and help me 'secure it out of the way' to drive the final 15 miles home.

4. We opted to stop at KFC for dinner, as it was both on our way home AND 7 pm. We tried the new Grilled Chicken dinner. Uh, yeah. Nooze and I barely made it 2 miles up the road (I was driving The Crime Scene; Chachi was driving the truck) before Nooze barely whispered, "Uh, Momma? I don't think I can eat at KFC anymore..." She then groaned something about her stomach hurting - and her "neck being full". I offered to pull over (we were in God's Country, not far from EOTGW) and let her 'do whatever it was she needed to do'. She declined, and immediately clutched her stomach and mouth.

It was a long, long seven mile drive.

5. It has been a little more than a year since our beloved husky, Equinox, passed away. Nooze is highly sentimental about this milestone. As a result, we will be creating a flowerbed over Geeky Equie's grave. We are in the planning stages right now, but the 'action' part will take place while Chachi's in Maine.

6. Nooze is devastated over the death of Billy Mays. If she could, she would fly to Florida to be with his family. She is also distraught over how 'Sully' is doing emotionally, and whether or not this means the end of "Pitchmen". Most kids her age are addicted to iCarly; my kid is in love with infomercials...and shows about infomercials being made.

I never claimed that my family was normal.

7. During a rather heated exchange at work yesterday, "Dee" (one of my favorite co-workers) referred to a local Shantytown as one that "desperately needed a tornado". I finally realized that there are, in fact, people out there even meaner than I am. I will cop to laughing over the comment, though.

8. Another co-worker, referencing office stress between two employees as "being about as nice as two pickles caught in an outhouse fire". I have no idea what this means, but have been laughing about it all day long.

9. While eating dinner tonight (at the aforementioned KFC), Nooze glanced at her chicken bone, grinned, and blurted, "Hey! This looks like a dead poodle!" Loudly. Yep, we got those looks from everyone around us. Again.

10. This just may be the weekend that I say goodbye to my long hair. Again. I'm thinking that endless weeks of 103 degree weather would be more tolerable if my hair was, well, less THERE. I'm thinking that this might be a good match. Right down to the color. The eyeshadow, too.
Feel free to leave your ideas in the comments, people. I'm kind of done being described as a 'more wrinkled, agitated and tired Meryl Streep'.