Day 2

I started my new job yesterday. I really can't tell you how it was or how it will be since I'm in training and currently I am reading the 4530.3 (i think that is the one) HUD handbook. It is exactly 892 pages long and I had to spend half of yesterday, all of today, and all of tomorrow working on reading it. I am hoping for some more exciting training sessions next week. I sat in and listened in on some real phone calls that the guys get there and that was both scary and interesting. The people so far are mostly really nice. There is one girl (there is always one isn't there) who up until this afternoon I'd only heard her voice and pictured a younger, black haired goth rebel or something the way she talks. She swears constantly, is sassy, suggestive to the guys that work near her, and rude when the customers can't hear her. Honestly I don't know how she is kept on and even at as high a level as she is with this kind of attitude and demeanor. I saw her today and my jaw dropped. She is in her mid thirties from the looks, a bigger woman both tall and heavy, plain looking and dresses matronly. Shocking. Other than her the people are all pleasant and unintimidating. I get my own cubicle to decorate and my own computer that I can do what I please with (except look at myspace, facebook, and online gaming sites. wah.) and I'm allowed to eat, drink, and pretty much do whatever once I'm trained right at my desk. Its not as cool as my own office with a window and all, but its waaaaaaaaaaaay better than anything I've ever had.

Kris left for Holland yesterday. I barely saw him Tuesday night as he was stressed out and flitting from thing to thing trying to get himself ready. Its a horrible time for him to go because its at the end of the semester and he has so much reading and papers to write and an exam as soon as he gets back. But it is his best friend's wedding tomorrow and he wanted to be there. Of course he calls me today to tell me he made it and proceeds to relate a story about how a 20 something year old Icelandic girl sat next to him on the plane and was clutching his arm because she was "terrified" of flying. Yeah my ass she was. But being the good boy that he is he got up and sat somewhere else because she fell asleep and he didn't want to keep dealing with it. I am just going to trust that is what really happened. Ugh I hate that I even get jealous but I guess that at the same time its good that I do. For all I know she was 300 pounds and had warts on her nose. I didn't ask for details lest I protest too much...

I'm so tired. I had to race home from work and get Alex and Alicia and drive to baseball practice and then sit there for an hour, and then Rocky decided to take the day off, not tell me, and come over an hour late. He called at 6:30p (after I called and left a message to tell him I might be 20 minutes late bringing the kids) and said "I'm in Isle la Douchebag and I'm going to head out soon, just going to stop at Phil's for a minute first, and I'll call you when I'm halfway to your house." This was after I mentioned, "hey why don't you pick up the kids on your way through" Well he calls me at 7:40 and says "I'm leaving now, I'll be there in about 40 minutes. I threw the volleyball around with Phil for a while oh it was great blah blah blah" uhm, I HAVE A LIFE TOO ASSHOLE!!!! I was pissed. I had planned to go to the gym tonight after he took the kids and since I have to get up early to go to work where I actually have to use my BRAIN so I actually need the SLEEP, I wanted to go to the gym around 7:30 and get home by 9:30. NOPE. Here I sit on my fattening ass because he showed up around 8:30. Its not super warm out tonight either so a walk doesn't sound so appealing, although I"ll probably go take one anyway. He noticed I was mad and asked me why and I told him. I pointed out that I ALWAYS make a point of telling him if the pickup or dropoff time of the kids is going to vary from the norm and usually I pick them up early or drop them off LATE because I miss them and I don't like to give them up (i didnt' say that out loud). I asked him to give me the same respect. He always gets this look on his face like a little kid that got scolded. Its bullsheot.

Sorry for the bitch but its just me and 4 cats right now. Speaking of which, Fluffy II came over to me earlier and I looked at him and screeched "Why is my white cat BLACK????????" Little brat had gotten into the closed garage and rolled in the narsty DIRT and I had to give him a bath!!! He didn't like it much but he was a good boy and let me scrub him. A dead flea came off of him which was weird because I never see fleas and they never scratch themselves. I don't know if Smokey had them, although I don't think so, or if he got them from the garage?? It was also dead which usually they don't die right off in a bath. Who knows. I'll have to keep checking them now. F*ck that is a lot of cats to have to de-flea.

Well I'm going to take a walk before its too late. I'll write more when I have some time...

Betsy