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Happiness is getting over it.

Friday, July 11, 2014

It seems there are some people in the world who just can't be happy unless they're disrupting someone else's life. One of these people works in my office, and this morning--before the office "opens" at 8--she got several phone calls and directed them all to my supervisor, to point out that even though I'm here at 7:30, I'm not answering my phone until 8. (She also says we don't answer the phones after 4, but hey, I leave at 4, so there's little I can do about that.)

And I leave at 3 today, because I stayed late on Wednesday (and answered the phones the whole time). emoticon

I told my supervisor, I hadn't gotten any calls. And the truth is, if this woman is receiving calls, it's because people are calling her direct line or choosing her name off the options that the automated service provides. That means, my phone doesn't ring. She said she told this woman to direct the calls to the right people--everyone should have a copy of the list of extensions--instead of all to her, and that if she wants to report our goings and comings, she can send an email to her. But my supervisor was told, "No, I'm not doing your girls' jobs!"

So, in the last couple weeks, we've had someone move in to the office across from my desk, and they demanded keys to the front door, so they come in and leave the front door unlocked, which poses a problem because then we can have people wander in when there's no one here at Reception to let them in, and they can't contact anyone because--believe it or not, very few people are in the office at 7:30 (since it opens at 8)--so they stand around IN MY OFFICE, which is bad because I'm in HR, and I have what might be considered sensitive information coming through from time to time. And if that weren't enough, I usually get here and keep the lights off for a little while, just to make sure visitors aren't confused about the hours that they're welcome to walk in. I'm a night person, always have been, not a morning person, and if I want to work by the light of my computer in the mornings, it really makes my day go better if you let me do that for a while. But these people who've moved in come in and turn on my lights. And ridicule me (to my face) because they've caught me working in the dark on the days they get here after I do.

And, even if I do answer the phones, there's no point in me transferring the calls because they end up getting voicemail, and for whatever reason, everyone who calls has to speak to someone in person, directly, urgently, and no one is willing to leave a message and wait for a return call, so they call me back. Again. And again.

Often, the people who are being called are away from their desk, otherwise occupied, or on the phone when they receive phone calls at all times of day, so that's always been a problem. I get asked--less and less politely as the day goes on and people still aren't getting real people to answer the phones, and then harassed, and then threatened, sometimes--to make someone answer. Which, of course, I can't do. I can transfer calls. I have no power over the people at the other end of the lines.

So. Then they ask for the supervisor of that department. And sometimes, they ask for my supervisor.

Ever seen Office Space? I have several supervisors...

Anyway, I'm venting so I can get past this extra worry. I've already vented with my coworker, who's declared that this kind of thing makes her want to start looking for another job. (And she's had problems with this intrusive person before.) Because we have several supervisors, we have several jobs to do. We are receptionists, but we are also in HR, and we have different HR-related things to do, along with paperwork that comes by fax, mail, and email throughout the day. We're expected to know the workings of several departments, and lots of people call us thinking we're at the corporate office, when we aren't, or that some exec or manager works at this office, when they don't. We're expected to know who everyone is and where everyone works and how to get a hold of them at a moment's notice. We have people call who think we can answer their questions, but when we try to get those answers so that the possibility exists that we might answer a question, we're told, "You don't need to know that, because it's not related to your department/job." So we sit *metaphorically* in the dark about our company and we're asked to help everyone else out. And everyone we work with seems to forget that we're more than receptionists, or that we do more than this one job or that one job... and they wonder why we don't get done with particular jobs as fast as they think they would, if they were to do our jobs...

I know this is turning into a rant, and every time I think it's letting up, something else comes up in my mind...

But I really am working through it, because it's Friday, and because I'm glad to have a job, and because so many other things in my life are going too right for me to really worry about one person who can't be happy.

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2HAMSDIET 7/11/2014 11:47PM

    emoticon let it all out and have a good weekend.

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DEB62BIE62 7/11/2014 8:28PM

    Amen to your last line. I need to take that advice.

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SLIMMINGSHAY 7/11/2014 5:07PM

    Oh wow... Glad I don't have your job! I'm SO not a people person. Or at least not people who I need to understand me...

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KOFFEENUT 7/11/2014 2:20PM

    You nailed it with your last line - so many other things in your life are going too right for you to really worry about one person who can't be happy. People who are determined to be unhappy are rarely open to any perspective that might make them less unhappy. Even though it's difficult to work around someone like this you don't have any control over them - you can only control YOUR attitude. And YOU have a great, positive attitude! Hang in there!


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Happiness is professional reassurance.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

My doctor asked me today how my blood sugars are doing, and I told him that they just keep going up--that we raise how much insulin I take, and my blood sugar just goes up.

He looked at my logs and told me not to sweat it, because my sugar is staying below 200 (my highest, so far, has been 156, which I've hit twice), and he's happy enough with that. He wants the last week of my pregnancy to be relatively level, and hopefully within decent range of the healthy average; he doesn't want me coming in to have the baby with a blood sugar of 430 or anything, because then, the baby faces physical danger when he gets (as my doctor put it) unplugged from that.

The danger comes from a couple things--being born big is not a problem, because this will be a C-section anyway. Also, because I have gained no weight at all in the past month (but Baby has!) I might have mentioned: my first child was 8 pounds, 10.6 ounces at birth. I did not have gestational diabetes with her, but she was extracted at 42 weeks. My second child was 6 pounds 14 ounces, and I did have gestational diabetes with her. She was at 39 weeks. This one will also come at 39 weeks, and if he was 3.8 pounds last week, he should be between 6.5 pounds and 7.8 pounds...

But his body is expected to produce insulin at a normal and healthy rate. If my blood sugar is high, then his blood sugar is high. After he's unplugged, though, his body still produces extra insulin to combat that high blood sugar. Too much insulin can cause seizures, etc., and death. That is, to me, the real threat. And so, I try to control my blood sugar so he won't have to struggle to keep up, and then so his insulin levels won't be overcompensating when there's no longer as much need for it.

And then, of course, there's the whole heredity thing. My children can expect to deal with diabetes at some point in their lives, because I have diabetes in my family (and gestational for myself, which increases my likelihood of developing Type 2 diabetes) and because my husband has it in his family.

Which is just another reason for me to keep on Sparking, and to lead and raise them in as healthy a lifestyle as I can.

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KOFFEENUT 7/10/2014 9:18PM

    You have AWESOME reasons to want to be healthy - good for you for doing everything you can to give this little guy the best possible start in life!
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SLIMMINGSHAY 7/10/2014 6:03PM

    Fantastic future outlook for yourself and your kids/family!

Hope this week is relatively easy for ya!

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Happiness is things kids say.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

My daughter's dance studio director came out of her class shortly after it started last night to say, "As soon as Big Sister went in there--we have this Pilates ball up front--she ran right up to it and said, 'My mommy has a ball just like this!'

"And the teacher asked her, 'Does she use it, or does it just sit there like mine at home does?'

"And Big Sister said, 'It just sits there.'

"I had to come tell you, because I thought that was so funny!"

Yep, funny.

Here's a thing about my exercise ball. I don't use it around the kids, because I don't want them thinking balls in general are for sitting, etc. on. I've already caught Big Sister once, STANDING on the top of that exercise ball because she was trying to reach something. (We're all so lucky it happened to be caught between a storage bin and something else; who the heck thinks a child's going to stand up on a ball??)

So generally, I try to keep it locked up away from the kids. And yes, it's true, because it's locked up, I rarely use it. And so my husband lets it out, and lets the kids play with it, because even to him, it's just a bigger beach ball...

Last night was Pirate Adventure at Big Sister's gymnastics/dance class. As we got out of the car, I told her she was the prettiest pirate I'd ever seen.

She pointed out that she was a Pirate PRINCESS. In fact, a VAMPIRE pirate princess. And that I was her vampire pirate queen, and Little Sister was a vampire pirate, too.

Little Sister does like to bite. While we were waiting at the dance studio, she made a practice of biting my hair on one side and reaching around my neck to pull my hair on the other side...

Then, as we left the dance studio, a lady was coming in. I don't know that I've ever seen her before, but Big Sister gave her a hug. She took a step back, then, and said, "This is my little sister, and this is my baby brother."

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On the way home, I asked her if she was hungry. She said, "No. But I am."

That's basically how she answers a lot of my questions. "No, but I am; no, but I do..."

You know you're a parent when you're driving along and you see a Dodge pickup in front of you, and you think the Mickey Mouse emblem they have on the back is pretty cool.

And then you get a little closer and realize that's the Dodge Ram sigil that's on all modern Dodge trucks.

What makes this supremely sad is, until a couple years ago, and the first car I drove as my own, was a 1985 Dodge Ram Charger. Now, that had a Ram's Head on the front hood. Until it was stolen one day, while my mom and I were at church... But I don't think I would ever mistake one of those Ram's Heads for a Mickey Mouse emblem...

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2HAMSDIET 7/9/2014 11:47PM

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SLIMMINGSHAY 7/9/2014 2:47PM

    too cute!

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KOFFEENUT 7/9/2014 2:05PM

    I LOVE the "vampire pirate princess"! I recently received photos of my 3 1/2 yr-old grandson in his "Jedi Captain SpiderBat" costume - can't have too many superheros packed into one kid!

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Happiness is doing a Pilates workout DVD...

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

My husband just called to let me know that my 4-year-old decided to put on one of my Pilates DVDs. Her first vocalization to it was, he told me, "Relax. I am relaxing."

Then, he said, a little while later, she was doing "something" and groaned and said, "Ow, that hurts! Oooh, my leg doesn't like that one."

Then, something else that my husband described as stretching, and my daughter said, "Oh, that makes my neck hurt. Lady, you're mean!"

Now, I don't pull out my DVDs very often, but when I do, they're usually upbeat Coach Nicole or one of my "walk a mile in your living room" DVDs, which I am usually trying to encourage my daughter through as she joins me, rather than complaining about/to them, though I understand the relief that can come from talking back to the DVD instructors. So, I'm not sure where Big Sister has come up with this. But I wish I'd seen or heard her.

Next time, I'm going to make sure my husband catches these workouts on video...

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2HAMSDIET 7/8/2014 9:26PM

    emoticon emoticon Priceless...

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Another project bites the dust.

Monday, July 07, 2014

Yesterday was the big day! My husband and two friends of ours--one who has construction AND chicken-raising experience--got outside around 3 in the afternoon and put up our walk-in A-frame coop and run. It's 8x10, so each of the five hens we have now will have 16 square feet to them, and we'll still have room for a couple more hens in the coming years, as we decide to get them. Cinnamon is still in the yard, at the moment, and still housed with Sugar, but we will hopefully be getting him back to where we got him, soon. I know he's going to be eaten--and in fact, I've told a few people I'd just as soon be in on the processing, to learn how, and get to eat him, too, but I can't handle giving that news to my 4-year-old right now. It's better for her (and for us) at this point to just tell her that we took him back to our preacher's house.

Sugar, on the other hand, will probably stay in the hutch until next weekend. Then, I can introduce her to the younger birds (who spent last night in their new coop) and keep an eye on them to make sure all goes well. Salt and Pepper is now the biggest of the little chicks--she's about twice as big as the production red who's a week older than she is. I'll have to put some new pics of them all up--they all look fairly different than they did last time I took pictures--and I can post pictures of our coop as well. I've still got a little work to do on it--beautification, for instance. I discovered yesterday as we were wrapping it all up (I didn't get involved until the time came to zip strip the panels of hardware mesh together) that the front door of my coop is perfectly visible from the front door of the house across the street. And they've got their house up for sale at the moment...

Other weekend news... I managed to leave my blood-sugar tester at work on Thursday. So... Friday through yesterday, I still followed my diet (and logged it for my doctors) but I have no idea whatsoever what my sugar was like all weekend. And then, this morning, I woke up with this incredible feeling of dread--and then realized I'd forgotten to take my insulin last night. I don't know if my blood sugar was higher than normal (1 hour after breakfast, it was 140, which is high, but just about what I'd expect even if I had taken my insulin) or what, but Big Sister woke up with a cry and told me this morning that she'd had a dream. And that's what my dread felt like--that I'd had a bad dream, but couldn't remember any of it.

I cut both of the girls some new bangs this weekend. Big Sister's bangs look pretty good, but I tried to make an adjustment for Little Sister. When I first cut bangs for her, I had little choice but to cut the hair almost all the way to the back of the crown of her head. The reason I'd cut them, after all, was because she hates for us to brush her hair, much less try to put it up, but I wanted her to be able to see. This weekend, though, I decided to start training her hair to go to the side, or something, and she let me clip some of it back, so I got some new bangs--starting closer to the front of her head--cut, more or less evenly before she started getting antsy about it. And I think that considering that I did a lot of the cutting from behind her, essentially upside down, they look pretty good. Only, if we don't get her hair clipped back, then it looks like maybe her sister tried to cut some bangs for her...

At least, that's what one of our friends thought, when they were over building the coop yesterday.

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CONSISTENCY2014 7/8/2014 5:51AM

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SHARON10002 7/7/2014 10:35PM

    My bangs were always short when I was a kid. To this day, I like them above my eyebrows. Can't take having hair hanging in my eyes.

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IFDEEVARUNS2 7/7/2014 1:24PM

    You should see pictures of me when I was a kid! My mom did a real number on me. I'm sure you did fine with the bangs.

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SLIMMINGSHAY 7/7/2014 12:55PM

    Can't wait to see some pictures! YAY!

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