Wow, it’s been a while. Dammit. I didn’t mean to do that.
Life was really busy for a period of time, then kid decided that she could not actually care for Cricket as she needed. Tragically, no one offered to pay me to quit my job and stay home and raise a puppy, so we had to find her another foster home. She is safe, happy, and healthy, but I have no more puppy pics, sigh.
Work (go-to-work job) has been utterly WILD. We moved in December, over a month ago now, and I’m still not unpacked. Every time I do unpack, something comes up and I get moved and all my stuff gets repacked (mostly without me, as I’m now the front freaking desk) and currently everything is in heavy boxes stacked higher than I can reach, so that’s that. No more guerilla unpacking.
Things are a huge mess at this new place. I’m mostly done ranting about it, though. My new mantra is “not my circus, not my monkeys.” I can only do so much, you see, especially when I’m now part of the “reception desk.” I can’t fix the fact that the head of facilities ignores my principal whenever possible. I can’t change the fact that the “plan” for a violent incident is me locking the violent person in the lobby (that’s all glass!) with me and my co-receptionist. I can point out the plan has some flaws, but I can’t change the fact that the lobby is all glass.
Can’t do anything about the construction over my head. Can’t do anything about the echoes, or the sun in my eyes, or the plan to send anyone who needs to use the elevator through my school (which I have to let them into, with my key card.)
All I can do is point out the flaws in a decidedly cheerful manner (don’t want to look like a whiner!) and go do my thing. Run MY circus, train MY monkeys.
Beat MY copier with a stick…