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No Rest for the Wicked

erratic_prophet | 16 June, 2006 10:14

For some odd reason, the powers that be at work deem it necessary to put out the most inept schedules ever. You would think that our department manager would then correct them, but you would be wrong. My previous manager had, but then she was a control freak of the highest degree.

Since I am also a control freak, I often take it upon myself to iron out the schedule whenever gross idiocy occurs. This is why I'm punished, I believe. My schedule is either a feast or famine event. I am never allowed to work in moderation. Lately, it has been of the feast variety. I've worked seven days straight the past week and before that only had one day off. This coming weekend was supposed to be my weekend off. But, alas and alack, I am a sucker who will take upon myself any unwanted hours from coworkers with a sad story. I will now be working about 16 hours this weekend alone.

I guess I shouldn't complain. I do need the money for my upcoming vacation in August. There's plenty I still need to buy for the trip. Yes, I like to plan and shop way in advance. I told you: I am a control freak.

Yesterday and today were to be my much needed days off. Only I somehow wound up throwing together an impromptu family reunion-- for my mother's side of the family-- when visiting relatives decided to email me the other day with hopes of a visit. For some unknown reason, I am the popular one to visit. Maybe my theory is right and visitors are like cats; they adore the ones who ignore them most. As I'm sure it's well known that I'm most decidedly anti-social. Very nearly xenophobic. I'm sure to become the crazy cat lady recluse in my elder years.

So the whole of the day yesterday was spent in making phone calls and invitations, getting errands done, cleaning a smidge (with the hopes of cleaning more today), planning a menu and shopping. I decided on a cook out since that is the easiest type of menu to do. Slap some burgers on the grill, fry up some chicken, throw together some sides and you're set! Easy. Unless you're cooking on a grand scale and expecting nearly 20 people-- and that's not even all of my mother's family!-- with very huge appetites.

Fortunately, an uncle offered to bring alcohol. Even more fortunately, an aunt didn't offer to bring any food. Things should go well.

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All the best for "Attack of the Relatives". I'm the same, I am anti-social and well on my path to becomes the crazy dog lady, if theres any such thing!

Dee — 16 Jun 2006, 14:33

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Another "Crazy Dog Lady" here too. I just don't do "social" very well any more. I enjoy my own company way too much!

Michelle — 17 Jun 2006, 21:19

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i fully expect you to be too drunk to stand by the end of this party. maybe that will help you resurect your social life, or at the very least, you'll be too wasted to notice.

ps. where my taffy at?!

j — 18 Jun 2006, 05:33

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Dee- All went well! Everyone came except for an aunt who gave the lamest of excuses. She won't be invited in the future.

Michelle- I'm just too darned tired for company most of the time and too lazy the rest of the time.

J- Sorry to disappoint. I didn't get drunk. I'm of the "nursing a drink for hours" variety. And? The taffy? Will be gotten in several months time when I finally go on vacation.

Erratic Prophet — 19 Jun 2006, 14:42