Saturday, July 19, 2014
We got back from our trip on June 15, and it's been dark since I walked into the office on the 16th. My legal assistant (I had a descriptor here, but Spark wouldn't let me post my blog with it, so fill in your own blank here) started in on how much she hates my partner and it's gone downhill since then. I thought that I had things relatively under control, but then DH (who works with me) had a spat with our file clerk (who told him "no" when he asked her for help) and she left a couple of weeks earlier than her planned job change. Add to that about 10 days without internet (with a business that relies on internet for about 80% of our work) and about 5 work hours without phones, and add to that a resounding NO when I asked the above-referenced MS-D to train our new file clerk, and add to that 70-hour weeks because I am being over-booked (yet another undermining stab) and stick a fork in me.
Don't suggest that I fire her. She'll ultimately leave, but I need her to give up the institutional knowledge that she has been hoarding first. She is professionally immature, even after 20 years with us. This is what happens in a small business that behaves more like a family.
Job #2 had been scheduling me Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday after I got back until I asked that they knock it off so I could have one day off a week, thank you. I worked the entire July 4th weekend. Double-edged sword -- I like working there and am not at all planning to leave, but I'm tired.
Then, I've been in court a lot with Bad Judge. Enough said. We all hate him.
Our "other wife" moved to Albuquerque, and we miss her terribly.
The moments of light have been intermittent, thank goodness. We've seen The Newlyweds a couple of times, and The Girl returned from Paris on Wednesday. I was down within a half-pound of my Ultimate Goal one day, and have been up a pound-and-a-half/down a pound-and-a-half ever since, so I'm almost there. I haven't been able to do much walking because I've been working so much, and I haven't been tracking at all, but I've learned enough to keep things relatively under control.
I've decided to retire from my office in 2 1/2 years (when I hit 62), assuming that we still have a business then. I am resolved. I don't want this unpleasant life anymore. I can pick up as many hours at J#2 that I want while I figure the rest out. I told this to a dear friend of mine at J#2 last night, and he was both happy and relieved, because he's been watching me these past weeks and has (apparently) been a little worried about me.
Shiniest parts have been my SP pals (you know who you are) who have noticed and noted my absence and check in to make sure that I'm ok. I treasure you and thank you for taking such good care of me.