Attitude Counts!

This is one of those weeks that feel like it's in limbo.  It's the week between two major holidays.  And while I'm thoroughly enjoying the drive to and from work -- different traffic routes for some, others are off work, schools are closed, so less traffic for me -- I'm also feeling a little edgy from the whole limbo feel.

Part of that, and probably the main part, is my own attitude.  In my job, this is a huge week.  So many things are being returned by our wonderful customers.  My work load is at the very least tripled, and yet the wise leaders of my BigBox store have decided that instead of 40 hours, we're all getting 35 hours to get the job done.  Um.. Hello.  That's not going to work for me.  It's a huge stress to feel the need to be "on fire" at work for an entire work week in order to hustle and get the job done, and in less time than normal.  I'm definitely feeling the pressure.

I think others are feeling it too -- I was pulled into the office for a confab with the boss, she wanted to know why I wasn't saying "good morning" to her.  Well, wake up!  How can it be a good morning when you over-ride my knowledge of my department and how it needs to run and shorten the work week by 10 hours total in my dept?  And why are the panties in a wad over that fact?  Half the time when I go in, I don't get a good morning from her either.  Most times, it's an off to the side discussion of something that's going wrong, with very little positive input.  It gets to be very frustrating!

But.  Since the powers that be know what's best, I'm sticking to my schedule 

as that's what's been drilled into me 

for the past three months.  

And I'm smiling as big as my Sadie does 

as I walk out the door each afternoon 

an hour ahead of my normal time!! 

Aaugh!

AAAaaarrrggghhhhh!

Isn't that what Charlie Brown says when he's frustrated?

Well -- it fits, because I'm frustrated too.


When my father passed away last week, I flew out immediately to be with my family.  But that meant my pug, Sadie, was left at home.  In hindsight, I should have ignored my sister's desire to have me home quick, and hopped in my car and driven - bringing my Sadie with me.  But I didn't.

I also didn't plan on my son wanting to come to the funeral.  He had just been here to visit his grandfather, to say goodbye, two weeks before.  And that left me with a struggle as to how to get Sadie taken care of.  I perused a bunch of dog sitting websites, called PetSmart (her shots weren't current enough, and I couldn't do anything about that being this far away....), and so on impulse, I contacted a friend at work who says she struggles with money issues all the time.  I was willing to pay her $100 to keep Sadie at her house for 4 days, and I would provide all the food and such as well.  We got all our arrangements made, and I finally felt a little at ease, and able to sleep at night.

And now, two days before .... she has issues of her own and can't watch Sadie.  Luckily, I found a retired woman who is willing to come to the house twice a day, walk and feed Sadie.  It is my hope that she'll be ok for those three days spending so much time alone.  She will.  She's a trouper.  And will be SO happy when I get home.  *grin*







how we handle

life's little up's and down's

is what gives us character. :)