Day 85 - Thank God it's Friday!!!

It has been such a looong week for me and I am so thankful that today is just over with. I am mentally drained and physically just feeling blah.

I am booked for my iron blood test tomorrow at 11.00am, which should be interesting. I am already anxious for my results. I wonder if I can get my Doc to mark the bloods as urgent….ahhh what a blessing it is to have contacts.

Work was a ball breaker today but we all survived and we all got through it and came out alive.

This morning though was most certainly a different case that’s for sure. Let me explain, I got to work today and I sat down trying to organize my desk when one of my work colleagues started with her daily ritual of whining and complaining about an extremely trivial situation and I lost it. I was kinda pleased that Bitch Reney is still within. I digress. This person has worked for us for about 6 months and all she does is complain. Every single day there is some negative bullshit that she feels compelled to share with me and folks I am over it.

I’ve tried handling it on as many different levels as I can and yeah I have sugar coated my “talks” with her in the past but today I thought enough is enough. If I don’t put a stop to it now then this is going to continue on a daily basis for a long time. So I firmly told her that she was an adult and if she had a problem with another staff member and a situation she had to work it out for herself. I was sick and tired of hearing her complain. This is the real world and things in this workplace are VERY relaxed, VERY easy, and working here is basically a nice peachy ride compared to other dental clinics where you can’t say peep. At this work place we are all relatively open and honest and you can say ANYTHING to anyone. We all say it the way we see it.

So then she pulls her usual sourpuss face hoping that we all “baby” her back into talking to us but I am not backing down today. She has to snap out of her mood and her attitude as the remainder of my staff have had enough.

Ahhhhhh GRRRRRRRR what a way to start my day. I love confrontation, as I like nothing better than saying what is on my chest and clearing the air. I am not about hating people I am more about you’ve pissed me off so lets fix this situation and then lets get over it.

I am just perplexed on how to handle this kid. I know that there is a good kid somewhere inside her but like my gorgeous SuzyQ (aka Yummy Mummy) has said we need to “break” her a little bit. For her own good of course. When we say we need to break her we mean that she needs to know how to “act” at work, as any future employer will NOT likely tolerate her actions. I really want to give this kid a break I want her to succeed and I think I push her sometimes like she is my daughter. She has had a tough time with her family of late (if its true) ohhhh man it’s just so hard. I value her opinion, I even value her friendship but the attitude is irritating. Can anyone advise me on how to shake this “attitude” out of her?

Straight after work mum and I raced around doing our grocery shopping, I then dropped her back home and then I met up with ManBoy for a quick coffee as he was working tonight. I had a real “moment” when he walked over with coffees and Mrs. Field cookies in his hands. ManBoy (but is also known as Mr. Observant) kept insisting I take a bite of his biscuit (there is an absolutely filthy line right about here but lets not go there shall we?) In my head I was thinking ohhhh fuck just take a bite of his biscuit and sip your latte, you stupid mole, just do it and do not spaz out in the process, stay cool, stay calm. Then Mr. Observant says that he has noticed that I never eat and drink at the same time. Can you guys hear alarm bells? Cause I know I certainly did. So I took his biscuit and went CHOMP, took a huge bite of it and then sipped some of my latte and said with a mouth full of food, ever so demure and lady like. "See I can do both at the same time. Are you satisfied? " Biscuit debris flying out of my mouth. Deep down I was shitting my pants. I still haven’t told him about my surgery.

It's been sooo long since I had liquids and food together and I have to say it was such a beautiful sensation. I really miss that. I felt nothing push through the band in fact it all felt normal internally but what I would give to be able to eat and drink simultaneously. I really miss that. But it’s all good.

ManBoy also handed me a few CD's that he bought for me that I had mentioned in passing and I was really quite touched that someone had thought of me that way. How bonza is that? I feel so schpecial. Hee hee.

I have so much to do around my home this weekend and the state of my house is just appalling. I think half my clothes are strewn all over my front room bed. I have a few loads of laundry to do. My shower screen looks like some one has ejaculated all over it (ewwww I know its gross what I just said but fair dinkum that’s what it looks like) but you can all relax its just shampoo and toothpaste.

Lastly, oh God I’ve been a bit of a chatterbox tonight, but I finally got to download off i-tunes “Ca plane pour moi” a song that came out in 1977 by Plastic Bertrand I have searched and searched everywhere for this song and I could never find it, as I could not recall this guy’s name. YAY for i-tunes. So now I feel compelled to grab my hairbrush crank it up and dance around my lounge room in m y t-shirt, jocks and socks and mime or lip sync this song. If only Elvis could speak huh? He would have a lot of stories to tell you all. Muahahahaha!!!

I’ve said a lot.

Have a good weekend everyone!!!!


Reney