Robbing Peter to pay Paul

That's exactly how I feel, as if we are in a daily struggle to get things accomplished and doing it from a paycheck that might get bread and water. We are in an economy where everything keeps going up, except our paycheck. It is either at a pace of consistency or falling off the charts. One of my co-workers came to me and said that he had gotten word, after being here for almost 20 years, that his position is no longer needed. The oddest and the most craziest thing is that my co-worker got an e-mail from his superior saying he needed to see him in his office. E-mail?? Are you like totally kidding me!! My co-worker described it to me like this and I'll call him Mr. T and the boss I'll call Mr. H..... Mr. T said that since we are suppose to leave at 4:00, (and he didn't leave at 4:00, he stayed and helped students until like 5:00) Mr. H sends Mr. T an e-mail around 4:45 to meet in his office the next day at 8:00 a.m. (well the offices don't open until 7:30). Mr. T said to me, "what if I didn't check my e-mail at 4:45 since he was suppose to leave at 4:00, and that Mr. T doesn't have e-mail at home, what if he came in here at 7:30, didn't get a chance to check e-mail because he was helping a student." He was fired up when he walked in my office.

Mr. T said that Mr. H was just too coward to call him on the phone earlier in the day instead of waiting until later when Mr. H thought Mr. T would have been gone. I had nothing to say. I just let Mr. T vent. I asked Mr. T when his last day would be and he said December....of this year??? Yes!! WOW!! I could tell he wanted to cuss, and I was hoping he wouldn't. I wanted to ask why was he being let go, but I didn't get a chance to. Mr. T said that his position was grant funded and the grant is being depleted. That just sucks. All I could do was say a prayer.

That just goes to say that nobody's job is secure. Hubby and I have been trying to rub two nickels together hoping to get a dime. Kids eat like there is no tomorrow and it doesn't matter if you are inside the home working or outside the home, we all still try to manage to do what we have to do. It does seem like there is more month at the end of the money and in times like these, I am at least glad that hubby and I don't have all that credit card debt. We either pay for it in cash or we don't get it. Now I really can see why folks go postal, based on what Mr. T's situation is. I'll continue to pray, and if you get a moment, can you take time to pray for Mr. T and Mr. H as well?

Lovingly yours,

Obsession of a high school drama queen

Our 17 year old daughter has literally lost her mind. I don't even know where to begin so I'll just jump in with both feet. The child thinks she has some kind of "senior status" around the house now that she is in 12th grade. She speaks now of those under her as underclassmen or underdogs. I told her that she is no better than nobody else and this is a lesson that has been taught to her when she was way young. So now, all of a sudden, she feels inferior to everything. Her conversation to her friends is, "They must not know.....I am a Senior!" Every evening when she comes in from school, she feels that she must do something to her hair before doing her homework. So I asked her what was up with that. She said that she has to condition it every night so it won't break off. I have never heard of that.

When I come in after work or school, she is on the phone. What kind of person can't even acknowledge that I am home after being gone all day? So as soon as I walk in the house, and if she is on the phone, I tell her to get off the phone. I asked her what does she and her BFF have to talk about so much and they just saw each other at school? She tells me that I just don't understand the life of a senior. Oh I understand alright but her tail ain't gonna be on no phone every day talking about the same crap. I also told her that anybody can go to the 12th grade, but everybody can't graduate. Hubby and I constantly tell her that she needs to be more focused than she already is on her studies and stop trying to have a social life beyond what is sociable.

I came in from school and our daughter was in the bathroom on the phone standing in the mirror and then had a comb in her hair. Ok, so she gonna try to comb her hair with the phone in the other hand??  I didn't care if she was talking to Moses or Job, I immediately told her to get off the phone and do some school work. [Don't make me be like my mom was when my sisters and I were still home, and it was summer, when she took the phones and unplugged them from the wall and put them in her trunk every day she left for work and then plugged them back in when she came home. I ain't no killa but don't push me (words from Tupac).]

Our daughter then brought up the subject about Prom.......which is like next year.....in April....and you want to talk about Prom? She wants to know how should she wear her hair and her nails and where were we going to go and pick out a dress. (Excuse me, while I stop staring at her like a deer in headlights). I don't know what I will be doing next weekend and you want to talk about prom??? Child please!

Lovingly yours,

Are you kidding me!

Hubby has had the sniffles for a few days so we went to the store to get some Nyquil, hoping this would make him feel better. He took the Nyquil and was sound asleep in no time. He then called me at work and wanted to know if we had a thermometer around the house. I told him that I believe I know where it is and I was about to tell him where it should be. Hubby then said, "Why don't you find it when you get home because I like it when you take my temperature." Are yall saying, "Ahhhhhhh?" (SHUT UP) That just means more work I got to do when I get home taking care of a big ole baby. We women go through a whole lot more than sniffles and we don't be asking nobody to change our tampon for us.

No, I am not being heartless. I'm just keeping it real. I really, really, really don't mind helping nobody, especially my hubby, but you gonna wait until I get home before you go and find the thermometer and take your own temperature????? You have got to be kidding me!!

Lovingly yours,

Unprofessional hang up

I know that when people call here at the college, whether it's a parent or a student, they do expect us to just drop everything and tend to what ever their issue may be. They expect us to accept their rude behavior and their spoiled bratty ways as well. Sometimes it could be a minor issue, some times it could be major, depending on how you look at the situation. Well a young guy called the office and wanted to know if I had the number to Veterans Affairs which he said was on another campus. I looked in my college directory and there was a VA office on my campus but not the other one. So I told the guy that and wanted to know if he would like Financial Aid instead on the other campus. He said, "Same difference". I said, "No, it is not the same difference, or it would be listed as such." I asked him if he wanted the number or not. He said yes so I transferred him to the number in my directory.

A few minutes later, this same guy calls back and I could tell that he was in a ugly mood because he is yelling at this point. He said, "The number you transferred me to was busy and I need you to look up the number again." WHOA HORSEY!! You NEED me to do what???? I tells him that I can't help cause the number is busy and that if he wanted it so badly then he can go to our website and look it up himself. He said, "Look lady...(see at this point, he done already mess with the wrong one) I am sitting in my car and I am not near a freaking computer and I need you to look up the number." I interrupted him and said, "You are not getting anywhere with all this yelling and I'm trying to help you." He replied, "You are not doing a good job of it."......And that is when I hung up the phone. CLICK!

The guy calls back and he is still yelling..."I want your na..." He didn't get a chance to finish the word name...because I hung up the phone again. You would have thought after that, he wouldn't call back, but he did and this time he is yelling even more...."I want your sup..." CLICK! I just didn't have time for all that drama and I know it was unprofessional, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. He didn't call back after that because he probably got the hint that he was fooling with a crazy person at this point.

Lovingly yours,

Confessions of a not so serious person

As you may know or may not know, I am in school taking classes trying to obtain my degree in Criminal Justice. These are some harder classes than what I'm used to dealing with so I figured that if I'm gonna be in class at night after work, that I really want to pay as much attention as I can to get what I came to do. On Tuesday nights, I am taking Constitutional Law and then on Wednesdays, Law and Society. So in my Tuesday night class, there is this young girl in there and I really wish she drop out of my class.

There are about 40 people in there and this young girl comes in there rattling her cheetos bag and then start crunching on her cheetos....and here is the worst part....she is chewing with her mouth wide open. So I was thinking since this is Constitutional Law, would it be constitutional if I throw my book at this girl....not to kill her or anything, but to knock them cheetos off on the floor just to give her a wake up call? Oh and did I forget to mention that not only is she chewing cheetos loud and with her mouth open, she is trying to talk to the instructor at the same time....and then lick her fingers.....If I was those scrubbing bubbles, I would say, "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"

So I thought that it was just me who was thinking this insane-ness, but I could actually tell by the way every head turned in the direction of the cheetos cruncher, that they wanted to throw their book or their purse or pull out a taser and just put her in temporary shock.  I still wonder if I would have a good case and get off easy.  I'm just saying. Hmmmmm.

Lovingly yours,

Decluttering my life

I was watching the tv show, Hoarders. I tried not to judge these people but I really couldn't see how they could live the way they did. I mean, piles of junk here, piles of clothing on top of clothing on top of more clothing. Boxes of stuff everywhere and then they have no idea what is in the boxes. I was overwhelmed at the amount of stuff these people had. I mean, stuff, stuff, and then extra stuff; stuff that had molded, stuff that was broken and yet these people wanted to continue to keep it and it meant them no good.

So after watching an edisode of this stuff, I had the inclination to clean my house. Even though, I don't consider us as hoarders, but all it takes is one of this and then two of that and before you know it, we'd be the people on the tv show. I started with the office at home and there were magazines that hubby had here and there and I knew from all the dust on them that he had no intentions of ever reading these magazines again. At first I had a bag from wal-mart to throw bits of trash in but then I thought that I needed a trash bag. I asked hubby if he would be reading these magazines and when he said, "what magazines?", I already knew that he didn't know what was in there, so in the trash they went.

Hubby then had the audacity to ask me if I had seen a bag he had been looking for. I asked him where was the bag and he said it was hanging on the back doorknob. I told him I had not seen it. He then said that it was hanging on the doorknob for a few years and had just thought about it when I started cleaning. I tilted my head to one side and said, "Dear, if you haven't seen it in years, then it's likely you didn't need it." He agreed (which was shocking).

I continued to clean up the office and when I was done throwing away stuff we don't use, I filled the entire trash bag up. but hubby said that when he gets ready to clean out the garage and his clutter that he is turning his trash into cash. Somebody please pray for him. Have a lovely day.

Lovingly yours,