Thursday, February 02, 2006
Thursday
Thursday started out like any other weekday; my alarm went off at 5:45am and I hit snooze until Little Man climbed into bed (the couch) with me and asked for "gapes n joosh". Miss Thang responded to my status inquiry, or yell up the stairs, with "I'M UP!!! GEEZ!!".
7:05am - We're late and I can't find Little Man's left shoe. There is a huge snag in my stockings. Miss Thang has to pee, all of a sudden, at the last minute. The car isn't warm yet.
Sigh.
All is right with the world and I smile as I wrestle the writhing beast I call Son into his car seat. The sun is just barely coming up - just enough to blind me as I'm backing out of the driveway.
We arrive at Babysitter #1 to drop Miss Thang off around 7:20am. As I park the car and prepare to say goodbye, she gasps, "I forgot that I need a note for this afternoon!". Of course, we had forgotten today was an after-school activity day. So, I write a brief note with my metallic purple pen and send her on her way.
It's 7:40am when I pull into the driveway at Babysitter #2. Little Man skips and sings his way to the front door, where we are immediately pounced on by 3 Yorkshire Terriers. A few shoo's to scatter the dogs, a kiss on the top of the head, and I'm on my way to work. Only 15 minutes behind schedule.
But, what's this? A trash truck. Following a school bus. Faaaarg.
Using the magic of commuting through bad neighborhoods where the cops don't hang out with radar, I made it to work only 8 minutes late. Almost immediately after unlocking my office door and hitting the power button on my PC, Boss Man sits his bulk in my guest chair to discuss the mondo important issue of his breakfast. I ignore him and try to concentrate on my email until he gets up like he's leaving. The minute that I turn my head to face him, he sits back down. At least he's predictable.
I get through most of the morning with no trouble at all. The phone is silent and the emails are infrequent. Then, it happens. Boss Man comes tearing into my office, sweating and puffing. After several attempts, I finally figure out what the big panic is about. His W-2 has not arrived yet! Gasp!
A little history on this. Last year, Boss Man's W-2's for both of his jobs were over a month late getting to his house. He spent the better part of that month harassing our Payroll Dept. and freaking out. He was convinced that he would not be able to file his taxes. Have I mentioned how high-strung and irrational he is?
I tried in vain to convince him that he could get a copy or even use his last pay stub for the year to calculate it, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had to have that form or the world would collapse on itself . Curiously, both of the statements showed up on the same day after being lost for so long. Hmmm...
Anyway, it's now February 2nd and he has no statement (like most of the rest of the country). He just knows that it's going to happen again. He's already after Payroll about a replacement.
How do you reason with someone like this? I haven't figured it out yet, but this is my life. From start to finish, a lot of funny things that fill sleep with the weirdest dreams. I'll tell you all about some of those another time.
7:05am - We're late and I can't find Little Man's left shoe. There is a huge snag in my stockings. Miss Thang has to pee, all of a sudden, at the last minute. The car isn't warm yet.
Sigh.
All is right with the world and I smile as I wrestle the writhing beast I call Son into his car seat. The sun is just barely coming up - just enough to blind me as I'm backing out of the driveway.
We arrive at Babysitter #1 to drop Miss Thang off around 7:20am. As I park the car and prepare to say goodbye, she gasps, "I forgot that I need a note for this afternoon!". Of course, we had forgotten today was an after-school activity day. So, I write a brief note with my metallic purple pen and send her on her way.
It's 7:40am when I pull into the driveway at Babysitter #2. Little Man skips and sings his way to the front door, where we are immediately pounced on by 3 Yorkshire Terriers. A few shoo's to scatter the dogs, a kiss on the top of the head, and I'm on my way to work. Only 15 minutes behind schedule.
But, what's this? A trash truck. Following a school bus. Faaaarg.
Using the magic of commuting through bad neighborhoods where the cops don't hang out with radar, I made it to work only 8 minutes late. Almost immediately after unlocking my office door and hitting the power button on my PC, Boss Man sits his bulk in my guest chair to discuss the mondo important issue of his breakfast. I ignore him and try to concentrate on my email until he gets up like he's leaving. The minute that I turn my head to face him, he sits back down. At least he's predictable.
I get through most of the morning with no trouble at all. The phone is silent and the emails are infrequent. Then, it happens. Boss Man comes tearing into my office, sweating and puffing. After several attempts, I finally figure out what the big panic is about. His W-2 has not arrived yet! Gasp!
A little history on this. Last year, Boss Man's W-2's for both of his jobs were over a month late getting to his house. He spent the better part of that month harassing our Payroll Dept. and freaking out. He was convinced that he would not be able to file his taxes. Have I mentioned how high-strung and irrational he is?
I tried in vain to convince him that he could get a copy or even use his last pay stub for the year to calculate it, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had to have that form or the world would collapse on itself . Curiously, both of the statements showed up on the same day after being lost for so long. Hmmm...
Anyway, it's now February 2nd and he has no statement (like most of the rest of the country). He just knows that it's going to happen again. He's already after Payroll about a replacement.
How do you reason with someone like this? I haven't figured it out yet, but this is my life. From start to finish, a lot of funny things that fill sleep with the weirdest dreams. I'll tell you all about some of those another time.
He's now napping peacefully at his desk. I'm going to start calling and hanging up after the first ring just to mess with him. Toodles!
// posted by Backfire aka Plucky @ 1:29 PM 
