Tuesday, February 21, 2012

All prepared... almost

This month was incredibly busy.
I hit the third trimester... I dont actually know what that means besides a fancy term for "last leg" but my energy has been zapped. On my days off I nap off and on and constantly snack. At work I try to get as much done as I can before I hit about hour 5 and find it super hard to focus or even move around. I still have so much to do at work that I really dont get the time to eat or take short breaks like I should so I tend to just go home and crash.

Our baby shower was at the beginning of the month. It was a lot of fun. I got to see friends I havent seen in months even if they could only stop by to say hi. We got a TON of baby cloths and bath stuff. We wont have to buy cloths for a good 3 months.

After we got home we went back to life as usual. We also kicked the baby stuff into high gear and got everything else we are going to need and set up the baby room. We are now almost totally prepared. Cloths are washed, things are set up, we've figured out the car seat and stroller, and we are done with the horror classes.

Now we just need to find a daycare, a pediatrician, get some last little things, and stop having anxiety attacks.
Luckily we freak out in shifts. One day I flip out and the next Maor insists that hes not freaking out.

Maor and I have started dealing with the freak outs by ignoring them and playing the new Final Fantasy game. Its freaking awesome! The only bad thing is that we are both sucked into it so we cant play without each other or someone might miss part of the story. I hope we get through it before the baby is born or it might be tossed to the side for a while. I dont think we are even 50% through it though.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Most expensive horror film ever

Work is giving me a head ache. Its been slow but we had inventory, I dont have an assistant, my part timers are all SUPER part time which is hard to schedule, and my boss doesnt listen worth a damn.
I did hand my boss a doctors note telling her I can only work 8 hours a day and 40 hours a week. She freaked out on me when I told her I also faxed a copy to HR. I dont understand why she got so uppidy, its not a busy season and other stores are lending me their part timers who arent getting the hours they want at their stores. No biggie... only being able to work 40 hours a week isnt hurting anything. Im just covering my ass with the doctors note.

I do have one situation with work that I dont quite know how to handle. An employee Im merely putting up with until I can build up enough reason to fire her wants to be my assistant. When she told me she was interested in the position I just about had a kitten. When I was first hired with the company this particular person suddenly went from being able to work anytime to being able to work twice to three times a week for 2 to 3 hour shifts. I couldnt put her on the schedule because thats impossible to work with. She was upset that I didnt schedule her so instead of saying something to me, she called HR and told them I was discriminating against her because of her age.
Apparently shes been laid off (she says anyway... Im sure she was fired for being a bitch that no one wants to work under) and is very interested in my open position. While I would normally just tell someone that they would be stupid to think I would want them as my assistant after pulling shit like that...she would probably make it an HR issue. So I lied and said that my boss has to make the approvals on internal promotions.
Im pretty sure Ive decided on who to hire anyway.

Maor and I have started birthing classes. I cant decide if I made the right decision to actually pay to watch horrifying birthing videos. In one video a woman gave birth doggy style. All the other moms either have stomachs of steel or are tuning it out because I seem to be the only woman who has a look of horror on her face when they show a close up of a wrinkly gray head coming out of a vagina. One dad looked like he was going to puke last week when the teacher passed around some pointy probe that gets screwed into the babies head during birth.
Maor is unfazed by the ickness, instead hes now overly concerned about every ache I have because hes worried about the baby coming to early.