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September, 2010

  1. movin’ on up…..to the delux…wait there is no apartment

    September 29, 2010 by shishnit

    The best two weeks of any job I believe must surely be the two that follow your two weeks notice.  Last night at work (a mere 2 working days after I gave notice) all of my accesses to work systems were removed. I could not even log into the computer!  Tonight I can log in, email and access the Internet, but have lost all access to work systems.  IE: I cannot do anything!  Hilarious!!  Someone obviously did not process my termination work orders properly.  My last day is not even until October 7th. 

    So….I am playing catch up and trying to complete all of the assignments in my last Master’s course.  Which they have already paid for! Which ends on

    I was feeling guilty for weeks but then this IT snafu…well it makes me realize it’s time to move on.  It makes me realize that I’ve learned all I’m going to learn and it’s time for a change.  Bring it!

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  2. I got the job

    September 23, 2010 by shishnit

    I took the job.  I gave my two weeks notice at my current company today.  It was both bittersweet, exciting and also a tinge of anticipation.  It’s an Assistant Registrar’s job for another University in Tampa. 

    I am in my last Master’s class as I type this…..  Education pays off.

     

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  3. no words for all that I feel

    September 18, 2010 by shishnit

    PhotobucketI can’t quite focus today, and I should be able to. However, so much going on in such a short period of time I feel like I am suffering from emotional whiplash. Things have occurred this week.

    1. I was sent “background check” paperwork to fill out for company I interviewed with (no offer has been extended as of yet)

    2. My son had mad issues with his stepmother (can you say she threw milk all over his bedroom and destroyed his belongings, she’s a looney tune!)

    3. My husband slept on the couch, he’s mad at me…for any number of reasons. (all of which he has not communicated to me in any manner than I can understand)

    4. My best friend and brother Greg…had a stroke this past Monday and has lost his ability to use his left side properly or well at all.
    # 4 is killing me the most. Greg’s too young to have had a stroke and I spent 3 hours just crying last night. Perhaps from the mere shock of his news, his slurred speech, my broken heart, the realization that life is too short for me to be dealing with 1 thru 3 with fear and anxiety. I’m tired of feeling responsible for fixing everyone else’s problems and I’m angry today because the problems that Greg currently has are the type that no one can fix. His news puts everything in my world into a different perspective. Greg currently cannot paint. This is like saying “Greg currently cannot inhale oxygen”. He just found out this news yesterday, it hasn’t even been 24 hours. I’ve blogged extensively about g. before here.
    It’s likely that I probably shouldn’t be blogging such a personal thing but it’s ripping me apart and no one around me feels what I feel. Greg “is” my brother. Not by blood, DNA or any other trackable method but in my heart and in my soul he is. He is nearly my only family and the only person I’ve relied on for emotional support for many years, outside of my son and husband. I nearly broke down crying 3 times with him over the phone. The mere thought of Greg not walking, not fishing, not hiking the woods, not playing drums, not writing poetry, not reading Stephen King novels (he tells me he can’t hold the book and turn the pages with one hand), not driving his Jeepie (doctors have already told him he will not likely drive a stick shift again), not PAINTING his amazing paintings…it’s all heartbreaking for me. Greg is young. YOUNG people YOUNG. Greg is 42 years old and has had a stroke. He is currently resting and is with family. He is able to speak to me via phone and he is in the brightest spirits for someone who just got this type of news that is forever life altering. I believe he will recover, fully. FULLY!

    But that does not mean my heart is not tormented. Why do such horrid things happen to such amazing people? Recently one of you fine shishnit blog readers gave me the advice, “Do it, life is too short” and I had long conversations with another friend of mine about beating down fear, heading face first into fear and overcoming it and living alongside it embracing it and that being a big reason why I’m going to “DO IT” and how LIFE is too short.

    And then perusing facebook yesterday I find out that my closest friend for over 12 years, my “brother g.” is facing a long road of overcoming frustrations and rehabilitation. And his response to this stroke…a “will not quit” attitude. He’s already putting his paint brush in hand and trying to paint. He’s already planning his come back. I am so amazingly proud of him, worried about him and feeling helpless that I am so far away and cannot do any of the things that I, who appreciates him in my life immensely, wishes she could do.
    Please visit Greg at his website here click on his contact link and send him a happy silly get better message on my behalf. And be sure to tell him I love him because I do love him…just like a sister loves her brother.

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  4. broke ass baby daddy drama

    September 15, 2010 by shishnit

    I know I barely blog these days…so busy.  There’s nothing like a spat with the ex-husband to make me document things.

    Thought I would share the typical exchange I have with Keith’s dad…..who I not so lovingly always refer to as Sister Christian.  Keith ate a chicken patty last night and his stepmother got mad at him and threw a big cup of water in his bed after calling him a bunch of names.  Times and monies are apparently way tight over there.  Dysfunction much?  She’s a whacko.  The thing that makes me maddest…Sister Christian (ie Baby Daddy) never defends Keith. Keith called me all upset that he was hungry etc.   So anyway today I have this text exchange with him.

     Although when I called Keith back, his dad willingly offered up to me, “Oh he’s upset about Leigh, but just so you know he didn’t do anything wrong!”  So Keith ate a chicken patty, did nothing wrong, and was your wife’s abuse victim?  That’s what I’m hearing…and you do nothing about it.  Man I hate him!!

    So anyway today I have this text exchange with him.

    Me:  If you aren’t feeding your son what are you feeding your 3 dogs?  Remember WWJD?

    Baby Daddy: “You should refrain from speaking about rhings you know nothing about. It makes you look like a fool.”  (yes he wrote rhings)

    Me: “I know I can eat dinner tonight, who’s the fool”

    Baby Daddy: I am eating dinner also so it must be you.

    Me: Yes but can you feed your child??…that’s the real challenge!!

    Baby Daddy: I would be willing to bet I have fed him A LOT more than you have.

    Me: I would be willing to bet not with his “other mothers” blessings.  Are you feeding him tonight?

    Baby Daddy: He has always had food, just not convenience food

    Me: But he has to risk life and limb to eat a chicken patty?

    Baby Daddy: yup

    Me: God blessed you with her because you deserve hell before you die

    Baby Daddy: True enough, but my Lord gave me pardon.  You on the other hand…

    Me: Oh go f*** yourself with a crucifix…after you feed Keith of course because that’s all I care about.

    Baby Daddy: Only Catholics use a crucifix.  Christians look to the empty cross.

    Me: go f*** your ugly dumb wife then…oh wait your lame d**k won’t cheer her up.  Just feed Keith ok sister Christian!

    Baby Daddy: God loves you.  Even now.

    Me:  I gotta go…I’m headed into an important meeting.

    Baby Daddy: Ok. God bless you.

    Me: Go feed your child

    Baby Daddy: you got it!
     

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  5. hesitation anxiety

    September 8, 2010 by shishnit

    So I was sitting around at work last week minding my own business when my former co-worker emailed me and said “email me your resume RIGHT NOW”.  THE former coworker!  The one that I always laughed with and had BIG FUN with for 5 years, until he left (got pushed out!) for bigger pastures about 18 months ago.

    I blogged about our working relationship back in 2008 here and then later when he left and I cried here.

    So he asks me for my resume.  Turns out the college he’s working for in Tampa has an opening that is tailor made for me.  Turns out the hiring party is a former employee of the college I currently work for.  Turns out they want to interview me.  Turns out I rather freak out about making such a monumental change and I don’t go to the interview.  Turns out they understand and reschedule the interview for this coming Friday at 1 p.m.

    I could write some hilarious jazz about this occurrence. I mean first the hiring guy calls me and wants me to come in last Friday at 8:30 a.m.  I decline saying I’m going away for the weekend. (lie..i needed time to think!)  So I agree to go to the Interview this morning at 9:30 a.m.  This mornin g I wake up and I’m having anxiety attacks about changing jobs…the economy the situation with the industry I’m currently in, gahhh my head is spinning. And for the only time in my entire life…what do I do?  I choke up and I do NOT go to the interview. I do not call anyone. I just choke.  I totally choke.

    And my pal calls me and is screaming at me, “I don’t believe you just passed up a great position for you, a chance for career growth, more money, we could have gotten the band back together!!!”  And I feel bad.  And then get this…..you won’t believe it.

    Chad tells me, “Call him back….reschedule…he knows your nervous…he  understands your situation.  I just spoke to him.”  And so…I call the hiring guy back (someone I also know….but haven’t seen in 5 years) and say, “ok this is rather like going out on a date with someone..taking them home and then abruptly kicking them out of your bedroom with little explaination and then calling the next day and saying “So do you still want to buy me dinner later this week?”  The guy cracks up laughing and says, “I understand..come in and talk to me, how’s Friday at 1 p.m.”  I say “sounds great”.  I have no idea why I used a sexual in nature analogy.  I’m going insane.

    I have a hair appointment on Friday at 1 p.m. I’m cancelling it.  I’ve begun to think about the band.  I’ve also begun to think about being an Assistant Registrar and maybe someday getting a Registrar’s job because of it.  Moving up the career ladder…baby steps at a time.

    So now that I’ve given my pal Chad an ulcer, not to mention Rick’s ulcer from listening to me ‘But should I?  What do I want to do?  But….I’ve been THERE for 6 years!”  I have also lamented because I have exactly 1 college course left to obtain my masters degree.  I want that course to be paid for by someone other than me.  That’s caused some stress and anxiety. I thought I would be in the same job to finish it without incident.  Now, we shall see.

    So it’s Friday at 1 p.m.  I hope I don’t flip out at noon.

    I did unpack the suit last week and I did already buy a new pair of sexy yet still very business girllike snakeskin heels.  Is snakeskin ok for a job interview? I’m thinking after standing him up…he’ll be happy if I show up in clown shoes.

    PROS = work with fave work pal, get promotion, make more money, get home earlier, ability to buy new car, ability to work overtime and amass fortune, also work with upwards of 6 other people I worked with in the past at my current workplace. Lots of “same people” different building.

    CONS= job is in Tampa…(further from house, higher gas costs, starting a new job kinda blows until you learn it and get familiar)

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