I’m Working Again!!!

Posted: May 26, 2017 in Uncategorized

I’ve been finding it hard to not only set aside the time to write (both in my notebook and actual words on the page) but just finding the creativity time to get my head in the right space. It’s hard to think about complicated magic rules and graphic violence while the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song is playing in the back ground. Or while a tiny person is climbing all over you, calling “I wanna pick you up.”

I’ve heard a thousand times that ‘you have to make time, even if it’s in the laundry room’. That’s great and I hope that works for you. It doesn’t work for me. I write some dark, complicated, and graphic shit. It’s just not that easy for me to slip into the right head space for 15 minutes and then come out. I don’t work that way.

It seems, though, that the sky has cleared and now, I’m working without hindrance. I’ve been writing (in either format) each day. Getting something down somewhere. I can feel the flow that had been there before the tiny person came along. I’m excited. And that’s something that hasn’t happened in a while.

I’m almost 39 years old. You’d think I’d be better at, you know, walking. Turns out, not so much.

Last night, on my way to happy hour. I came down the stairs of the parking garage and twisted my ankle and fell to the ground. There was a moment where I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get back up. As I was on the ground, trying to figure out if I was going to have to call my husband to come get me from the ground – not a short trip, by the way – an SUV that was circling up the garage stopped. The guy rolled down his window and asked me if I was okay.

I’d say I was embarrassed but I’m not. I’ve fallen too often to really be embarrassed by it any more.  So, I limped into work today. One of the nice Facilities guys offered me a ride in his golf cart because, evidently, I looked that pathetic.

So, I’m sitting in my office with my foot propped up on a chair and a bag of ice on it.

This is my life. And really, I’m too old to still be falling down to the ground.

Health Care Plan

Posted: May 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

Here at the university, we have pretty good health care. It ain’t cheap but it’s worth it. There are some hoops to jump through though.

We have a preventative health care program, “Your Plan for Heath”, where you have to get a biometric screening – and yes, it’s just as horrible and invasive as you think it is. Some nurses come over from the hospital, take your height, weight, BP, your glucose and cholesterol levels, and then tell you to exercise more and shame you about your BMI (which is a joke, btw) or whatever else is not within the accepted levels. It’s a riot. Quite frankly, if you want the health care costs of your staff to go down, make the gym on campus free for employees. But they won’t do that because that’s a revenue stream for student life. Anyway, they have this incentive program to help you track your progress in getting “healthy”.

IT IS THE BIGGEST PAIN IN THE ASS!

You have to log in and click boxes, track how many ounces of water you drank each day, and so on. How many hours of sleep you got the night before; and let me just say…not enough. There’s no App. So, you literally have to log into a website each time. Who’s doing that. If it doesn’t come in an app and show up on my phone, I don’t remember to do anything. Plus, the incentive isn’t that great. You earn money toward a Health Care Spending Account. I already have one set up to deduct from my paycheck and we have a hard time spending that. It never converts to cash. NEVER. I don’t even need cash, I’d take a discount on my health care deduction from my paycheck every month. LIKE IT USED TO BE.

Plus, to be honest, I don’t care. I have such a hard time putting my meals into Weight Watchers everyday, that there’s no way I’m logging things into two different systems. it’s just not happening. Speaking of weight watchers, I haven’t done that yet today either.

It’s too stressful, even though there’s an incentive on the page to de-stress which seems like an oxymoron, but whatever. I’m not going to worry about it. I’m doing the required minimum at this point and I’m fine with it. I have too much going on to worry about some money in an HSA that I’ll never use.

Suits and Tailors

Posted: May 19, 2017 in Uncategorized

This is not a political post .

I’m just going to throw this out there…

For as much money as Trump says he has, his suits should fit better. Right?!?

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Thanks Ellie Shecht from Jezebel for putting into a photo what I couldn’t describe.

I’ve Been Sucked In

Posted: May 17, 2017 in Uncategorized

I have a problem. A real, honest to goodness problem. Last night, Scarlett and I were watching the Disney Channel, mostly so she would be preoccupied enough for me to take a shower. There was a new episode of Sophia the First on and I got excited because I hadn’t seen it before. I found myself stopping to watch it.

Also, when I went in to look for a gif for Sophia the First, there was a lot of Sophia from Golden Girls. Here’s one to brighten your day.

So, here it is. Hello. My name is Suzanne. And I’m an active watcher of the Disney Channel.

Where is my intervention?

Work Woes

Posted: May 15, 2017 in Uncategorized

I manage and approve all the financial transactions and budgets for two academic departments. I have a lot of responsibility and granted, I have 13 years of experience at the University. Not necessarily in the financial area but in general. But, Jesus Fucking Christ! It’s not that hard. I don’t expect the people around me to have the same level of knowledge that I have. I don’t. They haven’t worked here as long as I have and don’t have the access that I do. However, I do expect you to be able to reason out how to fix a problem when you change the method of payment.

You have a PO for this purchase and now, don’t want to use the PO to pay. What do you think needs to happen?

  1. You need to close the PO
  2. Submit approval for the other form of payment.
  3. Pay the bill
  4. Done

This proved to be too much.

Some of this is actually my fault. I completely understand this. Because, instead of forcing some of my employees to work it out for themselves, I answered their questions. This seems like such a benign thing to do. It starts with one question, then they figure out that you have answers and instead of seeking answers on their own, they come to you to solve their problems for them. And before you know it, two or three years have gone by and they can’t function without asking twelve questions in a day. Granted, some of those questions are justified. Some situations can get really complicated and I understand that. HOWEVER, you should be able to figure out how to change a method of payment for a purchase.

I can’t. It’s only Monday. There’s a whole week left.

There are so many expectations associated with this holiday. If you don’t get it just right, someone’s feelings are getting hurt and there will be mountains of guilt piled upon you until you’re nothing but a weeping pile of goo.

I don’t like this. I get there’s a day where you should pay special attention to your mother and one for your father. But, I honestly feel about Mother’s Day and Father’s Day the same way I feel about Valentine’s Day. Basically . . . Don’t tell me what to do Hallmark!

I know what you’re thinking. But, Suzanne, you’re a mother now. Why aren’t you drinking the Kool-aid and getting on the Mother’s Day bandwagon?

Mostly, because I have too much shit to do to worry about being slighted about some arbitrary present I feel like I should have gotten. Mostly, I just want to sleep in and get a massage. But I want that every day. Mother’s Day doesn’t make that special. Oh, and Charles Penzone has this Body Polish massage that is just bliss. I would do that EVERY DAMNED DAY OF MY LIFE! I’m not even joking. I also want presents everyday. I don’t feel like I should have a special day just to get presents. Why can’t I have presents every day? That’s a serious question. Why can’t I have presents every day?

Also, why the hell is everything pink. All the flowers are pink. Every picture I searched for this image at the top was f’in pink. I HATE PINK! Don’t place your gender norms on me with your assignment of color.

Okay, so if you’ve been reading my blog for a while or if this is your first go around, you’ll probably notice that I don’t like to be placed in a box. I don’t conform and I’m non-participatory by nature.

Everyone else can do what they want. That’s the great thing about me. I don’t care what other people do, I just don’t want you to force your beliefs on me. If you see Mother’s Day and Father’s Day as important holidays in your life, go get ’em. Have a great day. I’m gonna stay over here and do my own thing. Thanks!