Such is life

Well, this past weekend wasn't a total cleaning bust. :) I got The Boy's house almost entirely cleaned (except for The Munchkin's room and the kitchen), but didn't get anything done at my house. I actually ended up staying at his house for almost the whole weekend.

On Saturday, I took a break to have lunch and see Alice in Wonderland with Stef. If you haven't seen it, GO NOW! We had lunch at Que Pasa (which was wonderful), a beer, and a shot of Jager. We stopped at Magoo's and split a pitcher of beer before I dropped her off. On Sunday, after spending a grueling morning cleaning The Boy's house, I called Stef and we had lunch again. This time with a couple of friends. We went to Chili's and had a blast (and got a little tipsy) despite the fact that we had the worst service I've ever had.

Tuesday was a miserable day...it got slightly better when I got off work and got to spend the evening with The Boy and Munchkin down at A's house where we hung out and ate dinner. Thanks to The Munchkin's mom (who decided to take The Munchkin for the night), The Boy and I also got to have some alone time. That was nice. :)

Let me just say that I am completely and utterly amazed on a very consistent basis by how much I love this Boy. Seriously. It blows my mind. He takes such amazing care of me...spoils me rotten, if the truth be known. I can't wait to spend some more time with him in the next 2 weeks. When he gets off work on Sunday, he'll have lots of time off and we'll be able to make up for the mess our schedules have made of our routine over the past few weeks. This weekend, instead of being able to spend a little bit of time with him on Friday afternoon, I have to work and take the car to A so he can look it over. On Saturday, I'm going to Ventura for the day with mom, grandma, and the aunts. I'm looking forward to our girls' day out, but I'm going to miss hanging out with The Boy on Saturday afternoon...especially since he's taking The Munchkin and her sister to a birthday party.

Oh yes, I have turned into a blethering, pathetically sappy girl. Haha. It kind of makes me sick...until I remember that he's totally worth the crap I get from friends and family. :)

Yay! Weekend!

I decided to inform someone that they forgot the section on our new, mandatory "Daily Production Reports" that requires us to write down how many times we used the bathroom, whether we pissed or crapped, and how many squares of toilet paper we used to wipe. I think maybe I'll email my boss on Monday with that info.

In other news, I'm extremely glad it's Friday, even though it means The Boy is leaving for Vegas tomorrow and I won't see him until Tuesday when he gets back into town. Of course, anything seems bearable when one is sitting at one's favorite bar sipping Newcastle (as I currently am).

Last night also made the day better since I spent the evening at J's house having margaritas, shrimp, and cream puffs with two awesome ladies. :)

Agenda for this weekend includes lunch with Stef, Alice in Wonderland in 3D with Stef and another friend, laundry, and cleaning my house and attempting to clean The Boy's house as much as possible. We'll see how far I make it since I have to clean up some at my house as well. My bathroom sink and shower have been staring at me accusingly every morning when I get ready for work.

I'm also going to do laundry at The Boy's house simply because I can watch movies on his ginormous TV while I fold. Haha. Of course, I have to finish his and The Munchkin's laundry first.

I am exhausted.

Last night, because The Munchkin was having a rough day (Kindergarten shots will do that, ya know) and I needed to spend some more time with them, The Boy and I picked up Mel and Chloe and took them and The Munchkin to John's Incredible Pizza.

I was slightly dreading the crowds and rude children whose parents refuse to control them, but it turned out rather well. I spent about the same amount of money as I usually do when I take my sisters out someplace, but we walked away with a bunch of cheap prizes and good memories (which are not so cheap). The place was almost empty and we had so much fun that, when I realized it was 20 minutes to 9:00 on a school night, I kinda flipped out and rushed us out of there. Haha.

Turns out, my mom wasn't concerned with me keeping the girls out past their bedtime, so I don't feel too badly about it.

Tonight, The Boy goes back to work. It's his short week, but my long one, so I normally wouldn't get to see him until Saturday afternoon. This weekend, he's leaving for a guys' trip on Saturday afternoon and won't be back until Tuesday. :( Hopefully, I'll get to see him on Tuesday night for a little bit. Otherwise, I won't get to see him until the following Sunday afternoon because I'm working on my flex day (next Friday) and I'm going out of town for a girls' trip on Saturday.

Work is driving me nuts, as per usual. My supervisor seems to really enjoy making us miserable and treating us like garbage. He's gone at least one day a week. Plus, there's the fact that he's never available to us when he's actually here we actually DO need something from him. Go figure. I'm thinking very seriously about requesting to transfer to another division. I don't really want to go to another unit within this division because I'd like the experience of working in another division. I don't really want to go to intake, but Cash Aid might be a change of pace. I don't care how needy the clients or involved the cases, I'd commit some very serious crimes against humanity to have a caseload under 400. Thankfully, with the addition of J to the unit, our caseloads went down by almost 100 cases each. That means that my caseload is only almost double the recommended size, not almost triple.

Oh noes! Ejamakayshun threat!!!

So, it turns out that the "suspicious" package that ended my workday early and spent hundreds of tax dollars in police, fire, EMT, and bomb squad staff was just a box of wildlife videos.

I wonder if that's media code for "porn." That seems more likely, considering our clientele.

Can I just quit my job and be a bum?

Since our supervisor wasn't at work again today, and Thursday is the day of the Supervisor Staff Meeting for our division, we had another supervisor (who used to supervise my unit before I ended up over here) come and tell us about what was decided.

Since we're apparently not far enough behind, we now have to write down the name and case number of every case that we touch throughout the day. The reports have to be turned in at the end of every day. Can I just say that this is not going to help with my goal of being caught up by the end of the month?

I already know there's no way I'm going to be able to stay current on that during the 9 to 12 hours that I'm here every day. I'm going to have to figure out a faster way. Or just start making things up.

I love how, working for the county, means that you get lumped in with everyone else as a worker. Never mind that I'm actually close to caught up, that I've been spending most of my time helping others catch up, and that I've started lying about how much work I get done on a daily basis so they won't keep giving me more than I can handle.

I just had a conversation with a coworker about how ridiculous this is. If they're trying to bring up certain people's production, CONFRONT THEM. Let the supervisors handle them. If the supervisors are unwilling or unable to handle their bad workers, then maybe something should be done about the supervisors. But, because we work for the government and the government is not willing to hurt anyone's feelings or single anyone out, we all get lumped together and punished.

I'm so sick of this crap.

In an even more frustrating turn of events, we had a bomb threat today. So we spent over an hour after lunch standing in the parking lot before they found out that it was going to take at least 4 hours to clear the building so they sent us home. While it's nice to have half the day off, it means I'm going to be even more behind on Monday.

Darn kids!

Last night, while I was waiting for the rice to finish cooking for dinner, I was sitting on the couch at my house with The Boy and The Munchkin. The Munchkin was sitting on my lap when she poked my stomach and told me, "Bethanie, you have a fat belly."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep, I think you're going to have a baby."

"No way."

"Uh hu! You're going to have a baby."

I almost died laughing. The Boy missed the entire exchange and I had to repeat it to him. I don't think he found it as funny as I did. Haha.

Can I just say...

I am completely addicted to Jalapeno Cheddar Cheetos?

I've always been the kind of person who'd rather have something salty and crunchy than something sweet (with the exception of chocolate and ice cream), but I've always HATED Cheetos. Until now.

There's just something wonderfully delicious about this particular brand of incredibly unhealthy snack. Every time I see them on sale (I'm far too cheap to buy chips at full price), I MUST buy at least 2 bags. Then, I promptly hide one in the back of my "snack basket" on the top of my refrigerator so that I'm not tempted to eat them too quickly.

It's like an obsession. A disgustingly delicious obsession.

Anyone wanna place a bet?

About 2 weeks before Valentine's Day hit, several of my friends started saying that The Boy was going to propose o Valentine's Day. I knew he wasn't, but the idea of taking bets never occured to me until I said something to him that weekend. Since the same people are now telling me he's going to propose on my birthday (the end of this month and also the first day of our Disneyland vacation), I've decided I'm taking bets. :)

On Friday night, I stopped by his place on my way between work and the bar and ended up helping The Munchkin get ready because they were running late. She was putting her shoes on with her older sister standing there. I was turning her jacket right side out when she asks "Bethanie, are you going to marry my daddy?" I almost choked on my gum. Haha. I told her she'd have to ask her daddy that question and then turned around before I started cracking up.

So, apparently, even his five year old daughter expects us to get married (although, I have a sneaking suspicion that The Munchkin-and later her sister's-questions were the result of someone opening their mouth...I have a few ideas of who it might be). Maybe The Munchkin will place a bet? :-p

Last night, The Boy was having a text message converstion with Mel about a boy. When The Boy told Mel to send him said boy's phone number, she told The Boy that he's like her brother and she knows how that works (she's right, The Boy would probably scare the poor little middle school boy to death). Mel has already told me I need to marry The Boy because she's tired of saying "my sister's boyfriend" and "my sister's boyfriend's daughter" when "brother in law" and "niece" are so much easier. I definitely recall some laughter-induced tears about that conversation. lol.

The amazing part to me is that so many people are chomping at the bit for me to marry him (the kids I understand...time is a different concept for them). Yes, we got serious kind of quickly, but we've only been together for 3 months! Will my feelings be hurt if he proposes anytime soon? Of course not. But, by the same token, I'm also completely okay with him waiting for a while.

I am, however, taking bets. You can call, text, or email me if you want in. :)