I think you should take the job. Yes, the location is – ummmm – awful, but they’re offering you twice as much money as you’ll get elsewhere. Twice as much. Money is important! Just do it for a year, and then decide about the next three. One step at a time.
Can’t wait for Monday.
I can usually compartmentalize with the best of them, but this year work anxiety keeps derailing my holiday spirit. I’m sad that I can’t seem to get it together
As we wait with bated breath to see if that dear little boy ends up on his plane, I wish to God you two could repeat to yourself 100 times “You’ve got to love your child more than you hate your ex, you’ve got to love your child more than you hate your ex, you’ve got to love your child more than you hate your ex…”
So the dear HR person calls me this morning to inform me of the death of a client I’ve never met (assigned for Monday but told three days ago she cancelled). But they never bothered to call me about the death of a client I worked with a couple of times a week for five months.
And I get a text message with name, address,security code, and information about a doctor’s appointment for a client I am not assigned to - so I would know exactly when to rob the place!
And they wonder why I have an attitude problem?
Dear dogs, it would be much more convenient and festive if I could put gifts under the tree as they are wrapped. Why do you both feel the need to nose around and unwrap everything??
You called to see how I was doing. I shared with you several difficult events that have occurred these past two weeks. Instead of validating my struggles and offering compassion, you felt the need to discuss her problems. At what point will my family matter as much as hers?
So you finally sent a text this morning that you are showing up this afternoon. I just don’t care anymore. I’m tired of all my anger and disappointment - that simply repeats itseof over and over.
Sad that a family down the street had a dramatic domestic dispute last night. Lots of police lights flashing. Guy apparently walking around the 'hood armed. Reminds me how stressful the holidays are for some people.
If it is really “not that much of an emergency” and you are choosing to wait until next week
then please stop talking about it. There are assertive ways to have a dentist see you either today or Monday. Your choice but stop complaining.
Nothing like mom going to the hospital in an ambulance to add a little extra stress to Christmas Eve.
She should be OK, and she should have gone without needing an ambulance, but when people tried taking her to the doctor, she literally tried to kick them. Fortunately (or unfortunately) her dementia is getting so bad she may not even remember.
On a happier note, all kids are now Home and we will all be together for maybe 36 hours.
Note to all the spouses or significant others:
When your partner has spent all day cleaning and preparing a Christmas Eve dinner, it is very rude to taste the green beans vinaigrette and then loudly say, “SyrAlum, the green beans are cold! You need to heat them up in the microwave!”…they are supposed to be eaten at room temperature and you know that… X( [-X
Why is it that some years it is easier to ignore your lack of house guest “skills” and other years, I find it simply too much? Mostly, I am sad for what it costs you to stay in that tiny bubble.
Why is it that if I share anything in my past that even suggests a life totally unlike yours that you
need to let me know that, somehow, I am complaining?
I think that sharing some early memories of a coal furnace that my father fed in the middle of the night–and later oil where I cleaned the woodwork every Saturday–is more interesting than a complaint.
So you love old houses while my own memories are of work, windows painted shut, plumbing that did not work and poverty.
You have no frame of reference to understand me–which is what I intended and succeeded in accomplishing.
Your lack of wonderment and curiosity is what bothers me.
I enjoy Christmas vents. Makes me feel that all families are a bit disfunctional. And not just mine 
Why do I do this? Work a full-time job, stay up past midnight two nights to clean my house, cook a big meal, plan games and buy prizes for said games so that everyone goes home with a “gift,” and not one freakin’ person says Thanks, I enjoyed dinner, this was fun. And I’m hosting Christmas dinner again today. I am a moron.
I’m glad I pushed thru my own resistance and yes, resentments, and brought mom to the house for a few days. She is actually pleasant and is clearly enjoying her visit.
It wasn’t exactly smart of you to post about seeing Rogue One on FB considering you’re FB friends with a few Profs with whom you’re taking currently graduate classes.
Especially considering I’ve received a PM from one of your Profs and a friend of mine which is along the lines of “If you have time to see Rogue One, when will he be completing his long overdue papers?!!”
Doesn’t seem like you’ll be having a holidays considering you’re going to have to explain yourself to this Prof and likely a few others in the very near future.
Thanks United, for misplacing my bag. Since it’s Xmas, shopping is limited. An, since it’s the Cayman Islands, tomorrow is Boxing Day, so again, limited shopping.
My carryon was full of "can’t afford to not have this stuff (meds, CPAP, etc), I didn’t have much room for clothes, an since it’s 85 degrees here, my clothes aren’t appropriate.
They tell me you might have word tomorrow.
Thanks again. Merry Christmas.