There are just so many things that are causing me to blog. So here we go. First of all, it's a real bummer about the fire in Santa Cruz. What luck we have. The trip we so needed is now potentially ruined because a fire broke out in the area. They say it should be okay so we are going. The worst part is if they somehow close off the area, then what are we going to do? It's freaking Memorial Day weekend, it's not like we can just scoot on down to the next available campground. Everything is going to be booked. Oh well, there is not much I can personally do to control the situation so I just have to get over it and roll with the punches.
Then last night I am getting things packed and Mike can't find his poker chips. He just flips out. Not my fault. Do I lose things that are important to me, NO! So I told him that he took them to my sisters on Easter and that he probably left them there. He was sure he didn't and that they were in my car, and then I put them in the garage or some non sense like that. So I call my sister and she said she would look but that she had not seen them. So he just went off. It was a pretty bad fight. I was just so tired and did so much I could not believe the fit he was throwing. He even accused me of loaning them to someone. So I called his mom. After about an hour of drama my sister called and said she found them. After that, it was my turn to go off. So that really had an effect on how I feel today, and not really into going on the trip at all. So this morning he gave me a hug and said he was so sorry and all the apology lovey stuff, but you know how that goes when a girl gets her feelings hurt. It stays with you for awhile.
Okay, so here I am at work today and wanting to kill certain people. The first thing that irritated me was the CalOver lady dropped off a package. Well on any day we get packages I go to the back and open them and give the to the person it's directed to. This morning as I am walking to the back, my boss says "Give It" and grabs the envelope from me like a jackass. "Give it" that is such a rude way to ask someone for something and that does not fly with me. I am not rude to my co-workers and I treat them with respect and expect the same. Then he is going through his billings and asked me about why his project was billed 500 dollars for copies. I said the only copies I have billed were the 5 hundred page reports that I printed out last week. So he said that seemed like a lot for in-house printing. So he called the accounting lady and confirmed that was the charge for those reports. So he got pissed at me because he said he couldn't afford that in his budget, and that I need to ask him before I do stuff like that, and he did not want me to bill it, and try to give me this lecture. Sorry, for doing my job. Anytime Mike has a huge print job for a job, my boss is always making comments and reminding me to bill his project for all the copies. Well shouldn't that apply to everyone? Maybe he wouldn't be so out of budget if he didn't milk his project, let his brother bill overtime that he doesn't even work, take lunches for the hell of it and bill it to his project.
The last thing is not something I am mad about. It's just something that makes my heart very heavy. My brother in law just recently took a job in Mendocino County. That is a good 6/7 hour drive from here. I just know that even though it's a great job and opportunity, and the money is great, but everyone in that family is having to sacrifice a lot. I know he misses them like crazy. I know my sister misses him and I think in some ways wishes he was home. I get sad because their little boy C.J. misses his Daddy. The other day he got in trouble, and he ran under the table and cried for his Daddy. Then his Dad was suppose to come home this weekend, but the fire in Santa Cruz broke out and they sent him down there, so this will be going on three weeks that he has not been home. So my sister had to tell C.J. that daddy wasn't coming home and CJ said he missed his dad and that he has not seem him in along time. He thinks his Daddy is at one big fire, because he keeps asking my sister if his Daddy put the fire out yet so he can come home. It just hurts my heart so much. He could be up there for almost 3 years. That is along time. Not to mention their other son who is 13. This is such a crucial age for a boy to have a father figure in his life, and I just hope he is going to be okay. That is the age where it seems like kids are so hard to figure out. They just distance themselves and don't really let you in on whats going on in their lives. I just want him to remain the good, athletic, wonderful young man he is. And last my sister. She is such a strong woman. She rarely cries, she is very independent, and keeps things under control. She let him go making him feel confident that things would be fine, and she was happy that he was pursuing this great opportunity. I think that makes her such a great woman to be able to do that, because I don't think I could. I just have to be there as much as I can for them, and I try to keep them busy. I think be busy is important that way their not bored. If their bored then time will seem to go by so slow. I just love them so much and want the best for them.
Well I have 30 more minutes of work left and I am out of here. I am so glad I took the time to blog. It actually made me feel a little better, like I got some stuff off my chest.
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