Friday, May 8, 2015

Speaking of bat-sh*t crazy people....

Did you know that I have spent the last 6 years bitterly jealous over a job that I applied for, interviewed for, and didn't get?  Yeah, me either.  Apparently I have been though, at least according to the person who is in that job who has decided that I am pretty much the worst person on earth as far as my personality goes.  I am snarky, jealous, bitter, mean spirited, egotistical, and think I am better than everyone else.  Yep.  That's me - so brimming with self-confidence and meanness that I am constantly undermining my boss and my coworkers to make myself look better.  I don't ever go out of my way to help my coworkers meet their deadlines or push through a tough issue. I don't ever try and teach other people what I know how to do.

In short,  I am the worst human being ever to work at my office.

On the other hand, I just won an award for customer service from our HQ office and an award as a mentor/coach from the Federal Executive Board whose nomination write up went on and one about me going out of my way to help my coworkers get better at their jobs and solve tough problems.

Which am I supposed to believe?  I am snarky and sarcastic.  It's who I am.  But mean?  Egotistical?

Those of you who know me know that I take negative things, but not positive things, to heart. And so those comments - so unexpected and ridiculous as to actually make me laugh when they were being said (and typed - I transcribed the conversation as it was happening) - have wormed their way into my subconscious and made me 1) spend a lot of time  in the last couple of weeks crying; and 2) hating EVERY second of my job.  Do I believe them? Unfortunately on some level, I guess I do. Because if this one person I respect and thought considered me a friend thinks those things and felt compelled to say them out loud (in a really, really unkind and angry way), then probably other people do as well.  That person's boss?  Maybe. Above them?  Perhaps. Between the 360 evaluation and these recent comments I am doubting everything I do and everyone I work with.  It's not a good place to be for me emotionally.

Rationally I know that the person clearly has issues of his/her own to work through.  That perhaps the jealousy and bitterness isn't on my part but on his/hers.  But...whether he or she really thinks them or not doesn't matter to me.  They cannot be unsaid.  They cannot be unheard.  And I cannot go on as if nothing happened.  It changed EVERYTHING for me.  And I am no longer just stuck in a rut, now I am miserable, anxious, and...sad.

And so...I am looking for a change of scenery.  Atlanta is leading the list right now because it would let me be within driving distance of my sister for the 1st time in 23 years.  There's a lot that needs to happen before we actually get beyond the thinking and dreaming stage, but...the person who said she would never move again is actually considering it.  If the change of state doesn't come through, a change of location here in PA might help - some place closer to a train line so I don't have to commute 2 hours each way or depend as heavily on working from home would open up options for me in my current office location.

In the mean time, I am taking Zantac for the pain in my gut and nausea I get when between Sunday afternoon and Friday evening, trying to work through the almost daily migraines caused by the stress and lack of sleep, and working to get some focus back for the mounting to-do list I have (which got even longer yesterday).  All in between looking at beautiful houses in McDonough, GA and hoping some will be available when/if I am ready.


Hearkening back to the tax return fiasco...we got a letter from the billing company that handled the ambulance ride I took back in 2013. Turns out an employee stole personal info from a bunch of people and sold it to a TAX FRAUD RING.  People were arrested, but the info was resold and found this past February in the hands of someone else.  So...mystery solved on how they got my info.  B's probably came from Home Depot or Target since he was part of both of those.  Actually, he is now waiting for his THIRD new debit card in the last year since it was hacked AGAIN.  Luckily our bank is on top of things and as soon as anything weird shows up ($.65 at a hotel in Massachusetts?) they put a hold on it and call.  So that's good at least.

In other news, K started PT for her back today and will start for her shoulder next Tuesday.  She is out of the water until June sometime.  I am sad for her, but I would rather she sit out now and get stronger than swim through it and end up with chronic pain.  I am very thankful and relieved that she doesn't have a stress fracture, which is what the doctor was convinced it was.  She, apparently, has a minor defect in her lower spine that is a milk form of spina bifida.  It makes athletes prone to stress fractures.  Instead, she has gumby like laxity in her ligaments from "being a young girl" and grew so fast that her strength couldn't keep up.  Her hips and core are weak, weak, weak. she got what amounts to a Pilates routine to do every day.  I think I will do it with her to get my hips more flexible too.  we will add in the shoulder exercises and some more for her back next week and take it from there.  We both loved the therapist.

Friday, May 1, 2015

God is great, beer is good, people are crazy.

God is great, beer is good, people are crazy.   

Or in some cases, people are f*&^ing a$$holes.

Originally I started writing this mid-April about my neighbors.  Not my immediate neighbors, but my extended neighbors in my neighborhood.  Then we found out that someone stole our identities and filed a fraudulent tax return and it started to morph into a rant.  But then I got side tracked and didn't come back to it for a while and lost my rantiness and...well, let's just get to it.

First…the neighbors. 

Now that it is getting (sort of) nicer outside (birds chirping in the below freezing temperatures, etc.) I’ve enjoyed seeing what people in my neighborhood are up to.  There’s the guy down the block who moved in last fall and promptly tore out every plant and bush in his yard.   This is the guy (I think I mentioned) who ripped up six gorgeous peonies and THREW THEM OUT.  I would have paid him to take them AND dug them out myself, but I digress.  He didn’t stop with the beautiful perennials, he kept going leaving a few big old trees and one ugly yew (I hate yews) and one scraggly rhododendron.  As soon as the snow started to melt he had a tree service come in and cut down ALL THREE trees.  We are wondering when he will have the grass paved over.

Then there is the guy behind us who has enough wood and prefab trusses in his yard to frame an entire house…but no room to build one.  He has been working on a nice workshop/shed for about 3 years and finally has doors on them.  Now the wood appears.  What the heck is he going to do with them?  Rip his roof off and spend the next 3 years building a full second story?  

The other night someone rang our bell.  Two women stood on the porch and introduced themselves as our neighbors from the next street.  They weren’t there to make friends, but to try and sell us on their services as “public adjusters” who would review our insurance and then inspect our house for damage.  Umm…no thanks.  It may have a little something to do with the fact that not only don’t I know you but I also question your wisdom in wearing sweat pants to try to sell me on your expertise as a professional anything. 

This past weekend K and I went down to the park to “run” while B walked the dogs.  I felt like I was wearing cinderblocks on my feet and did 4 miles at about 8:15/mile.  I could NOT go any faster, which was very weird.  K did about a mile jogging and another mile or so walking which was good for her.  She needs to be careful of her feet and start very slowly.  She wanted to be ready for a local 5K at the end of April, but I don’t think that is possible.  It was quite cold outside, but sunny and otherwise pretty.  K got to wear her new workout tights – one of the things we bought her during a 3.5 hour shopping marathon the day before. 

Since Christmas the kid has grown about 2 inches.  Suddenly her pants, jammies, and shorts were all WAY too short on her.  She was down to 2 pairs of jeans and a series of floods that she couldn’t wear out.  So we took a Saturday afternoon and went shopping specifically for pants.  We managed to find 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of workout tights, 2 jammie pants, and 3 pairs of shorts as well as 1 romper (what the HECK is with the resurgence of rompers??  Yuck), 2 flannel shirts on the clearance rack, and 2 pairs of spring/summer shoes.  We still have to look for some sweats and additional shorts for the spring/summer but I think I found those on the clearance page at Kohls.  She spent the rest of the afternoon going through her closet and drawers and pulling out everything she no longer likes (shirts with sparkles or writing are suddenly gross) or too small and put them in the pile to go to good will.  Her closet went from over flowing with hand-me downs that she could wear now or in the future to pretty empty.  Which is fine as she had way too many clothes to begin with!  It is sad that the balance of clothes has shifted from almost all hand-me-downs to almost all purchased ourselves. We’ve lost all but one of our hand-me-down sources, unfortunately!  It was definitely a blessing the last 10 years though!

So yeah, the tax returns.

B went to file our taxes on TurboTax and it wouldn't go through.  After trying it a couple of times, he called TurboTax and found out that someone had already filed our taxes for us!  Isn't that helpful?  yay!  Or not.  They couldn't tell us who but could tell us that it had happened a week before and that it had been accepted by the IRS.  Thanks, IRS.  They gave him a long list of things that we had to do which have included:  call the police and file a report ("You know we can't do anything about this, right Sir?  But we'll still take your report."), call the FTC and file a report of fraud, call the police back and get the report number, call the FTC back and give them the police number, but a fraud alert on all three of our SSNs with the credit reporting agencies, sign up for free credit monitoring courtesy of TurboTax, file an affidavit with the IRS which includes the FTC info, file our taxes in hard copy with the affidavit, get really mad and complain about it a LOT.  

We did all that and a few weeks later got a letter from the IRS saying that it appeared we had filed tax returns claiming disability income, business income, and some other things that made no sense so they had flagged it for further investigation and delayed the requested refund.  They are worried that it could be fraud!  (You think?!) It gave us a number to call at the IRS's fraud department.  B called and actually spoke to a person who was very helpful, made all kinds of notes about the fraud and everything we had done to date about it, and said that we would likely have to file with a special pin number in the future to verify our identifies.  Now we wait....for our actual $3 refund.  In the meantime, I will continue to curse the [insert very bad word] who stole our info and wish him or her all sorts of terrible illnesses and pain for their laziness.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Shake it Off

Yesterday I had a lesson on how mean people can be.  Now, I realize in the grand scheme of things, even in the grand scheme of my puny life, having someone make an unkind comment to me is essentially meaningless; however, it took me by surprise and thus elicited a very strong reaction from me. 

As some background – in anticipation of having a team-leader position (quasi or real) to apply for in my office (which position never materialized, long story), I signed up for a “Great Leaders” class offered by my employer through Franklin Covey.  I liked the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People class I took a number of years ago and so this seemed like a good bet too.  It is a fairly big commitment – three Tuesdays in a row – with reading and homework and projects to work on before and after.  One of the things I had to do in advance was request that people complete a “360 assessment” of my leadership skills.  I sent a request to 25 people and 13 of them responded (what does THAT say, I wonder?).

Yesterday I printed out the report to take to the first class – noting that the numbers were about what I expected, maybe a little better.  Until I got to the last written (anonymous) comment. 

It was not directed at my work, but at me personally and was…mean.

There’s really no other way to describe it.  It was mean.  And it took me by surprise.  And it made me cry. 

People I shared the comment with said it was the mark of a mean-spirited, probably jealous person and that I should disregard it and focus on the constructive comments.  I want to, believe me, I do.  BUT – here’s the problem: the people I asked to complete the assessment were people I respect and with whom I work relatively frequently and closely.  These are people who, though they may not be my besties and from whom I expected some tough constructive criticism, I thought respected me as well.  To find out that one of them – haven’t figured out who – not only thinks I suck as a leader, but as a human being too.  Wow.  That hurts.  And there’s absolutely NOTHING I can do to fix it.   Haters, gonna hate, hate, hate.

There are some of the responders or potential responders who I know for certain did NOT make the comment.  But I couldn’t figure out how I would interact with the others now?  I was embarrassed.  And so I sat there and cried.  And cried.  And cried.  I wasn’t sobbing or anything but I couldn’t’ stop my eyes from leaking for about 40 minutes.  And then for the rest of the day anytime I thought about it, my eyes would well up again.  I got a migraine for my troubles and I fell asleep last night without even saying goodnight to anyone at about 8pm.  Great day. 

I am given to self-pity and wallowing – I know that about myself.  I am, in general, not a shiny, happy person.  It doesn’t take much to derail my mood and send me into a dark place for longer than I care to stay.  It sometimes requires a great force of will and some real effort (and a lot of sleep) to get out of the mire.  So…today I am trying shake it off -  focus on work, focus on my homework, and take steps to just move on.  I asked someone to be my mentor through the homework process.  I sent a draft purpose statement to my teammates for comment.  I printed out everything I need to take to DC with me next week.  I haven’t mentioned it to anyone today.  But I still keep wondering which of my co-workers has that low opinion of me and why.  Which has made shaking it off difficult.
Until...I got an e-mail from someone at HQ asking me to teach the [my job] course as part of a new attorneys class in May.  It's only 2 hours and I could probably do it in my sleep, but it felt G.R.E.A.T. to be asked to do something that validates my talent, even if only in my own mind.  Take that hater.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

How not to win customers

This past summer B made an appointment with a window installation company who was going door-to-door in our neighborhood trying to drum up business.  We need new windows (though have no plans to buy them in the near future), it was a free estimate, and B felt some sympathy for the guy who came to the door.  The day for the appointment came and went.  B couldn’t leave the house while he waited for them to show up.  They never did.  Nor did they call that night.  He got a call the next day asking him to reschedule and he politely declined. 

They have called B. 2 or 3 times a month ever since – to the point that he had to block the number on his cell phone.  Monday they decided to call our home number where they addressed me by my first name before identifying themselves.  When he asked if he could come out and do an estimate for us,  I realized who it was and politely said no thank you we aren’t interested.  He persisted, “did you decide that now isn’t the right time for new windows?” 

No.  You made an appointment and didn’t show up before.  We aren’t interested in rescheduling.

“I’d like to make that up to you, when can I come out?”

Never.  We aren’t interested in rescheduling.

“Well how many windows do you have out there?”

He continued to talk and I finally just talked over him, thanked him for calling, and hung up on him.


Are we going to have to block the number to our home phone too?

Theoretically spring is coming soon; however, there is very little evidence of that around us.  For the last 5 or 6 weeks the world has been white – covered in varying depths of snow and ice.  It has been very, very cold much of the time so any melting has been minimal.  I think it is beautiful, with the bright sunshine that we’ve had on occasion, the snow is glittery and pristine and so pretty and February has been SO much better than January in that regard.  But…enough is enough.  My ankles and feet hurt from having to walk the dogs in my boots for the last month.  I’ve fallen on my a$$ or other sundry body parts 7 times, going down hard only once, and causing only minor bumps and bruises so far, and a fair bit of embarrassment on the others.  The dogs think it is great fun when I slip, but scary as heck when I trip and go flying.  Most of the neighborhood is walkable, but there are plenty of places where people did a crap job of clearing two or three or ten storms ago.  The melting, thawing, refreezing, more snow on top, cycle makes things kind of treacherous.   Another reason to dislike people.

I think by now the bulbs are normally coming up but there’s not even a hint of grass catching sunshine right now.  I hope that the cold weather has kept them hibernating (or whatever bulbs do) and that they aren’t trying to come up under the snow and rotting.  If it doesn’t warm up soon and melt the snow, it will be after Easter before we see any flowers in the ground or on the trees! 

Although fall is my favorite season, I am most eagerly waiting for Spring.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Daily Musings, 2/18/15

Outside my window: A mirrored covered building in which I can see the reflection of my building’s other floors.  I can also see the reflection of what looks to be something masquerading as sunshine and what could be blue sky.   

I am hearing: a Glenn Beck podcast from last week. 

I am wearing: Gray pants, an white long sleeve shirt and a navy blue corduroy blazer. 

In the kitchen: My kitchen consists of my lunch cooler which has some soup, crackers, and some fruit for later.

I am thinking: I wish I knew what was happening with my grandmother who fell and hit her head and broke her hip last night.  My parents went up to State College last night but left for New York this morning to see her and find out what is going on.  She is 95 so it can’t be good. 

I also need to do something during lent (which starts today) to kick start my faith again.

I am thankful for: My warm house, car, and office.   My running shoes that I got for half off this week.  They are top of the line Asics, regularly $160.  They were last year’s model so were marked down to $130 and then were 50% off of that.  So, I got really expensive, really good, hot pink running shoes that make me want to run in the sunshine for half of what I usually pay for the less-good model.

I am reading:  The Mistletoe Promise by Richard Paul Evans.  Great book.  Toby gnawed the corner off yesterday so I now own it and can read it at my leisure. 

I am hoping: it warms up at some point.  I also REALLY hope that my sweet niece’s PCS improves a little more quickly.
A few plans for the rest of the week:  Work, early night, work, swim practice, work, swim practice, swim practice, clean my house, visit my grandmother (?), Korean new year, swim practice.   

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Daily Musings, 1/28/15

Outside my window: A mirrored covered building in which I can see the reflection of what looks to be sunshine? 

I am hearing: a Pat and Stu podcast from last week.  I was caught up, but now I’m a week behind again!

I am wearing: Brown pants, an off-white long sleeve shirt and a burgundy cardigan.  I am freezing.

In the kitchen: My kitchen consists of my lunch cooler which has some soup, a roll, and some fruit for later.

I am thinking: not a whole lot.

I am thankful for: My warm house, car, and office.

I am reading:  My Miracle by Debbie Macomber.  I am listening to Unbroken which is SO good.  The narrator is great and the story is compelling. 

I am hoping: the supplements I started this week work.  I am REALLY struggling with being beyond tired this month.  Is it SAD?  Lack of sleep?  The weirdly elevated liver enzyme?  Even when I get 8 hours of sleep for several days in a row I am exhausted.   

A few plans for the rest of the week:  Work, early night, work, swim practice, work, swim practice, swim practice, sewing class, clean my house, champs, swim practice.  I think I have lunch duty on Friday too. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Rhythm of My Days, Part 2

(Continued from yesterday) 

If I had $500 that I had to spend on fun, how would I spend it?

$500!?!  On fun?!?  If it was for the family - K really loves amusement parks so maybe we would go to Hershey or go down to Busch Gardens for a day and maybe stay overnight in a hotel?  For B and me, a weekend away with a nice dinner and some fun activities.  If it was $500 to spend just on me?  Gosh I don’t know.  A mani/pedi definitely.  A massage?  I’ve never had one and I’m not sure I’d like it.  A Fitbit and TRX trainer.  Does buying exercise equipment for fun make me weird(er)?

Who are the five most important people in my life? Do I wish I could see more of them?

K, B, my mom and dad, my sister.  Yes to all.

Do I like to listen to experts, or do I prefer to figure things out for myself?

Listening and then figuring out for myself.

Does paying with cash make spending money seem more “real” to me than using a credit card?

Yes.  Credit cards are evil.

Am I motivated by the thought of winning or losing a bet?

Not really.

Do I embrace the rules or flout them?

Usually embrace.

Would I be happy to see my children have the life I’ve had, more or less?

Tough one.  There are many things about my life I would be happy to see in K’s  - happy memories with my family from childhood, the opportunity to travel a little, a man who loves her unconditionally, the joy of becoming a mother and raising a child, etc.  There are many, many things that I do not wish on her - decades of depression, struggle with an ED, anxiety so bad that I was afraid to try or do anything until I was in my 30s, regrets for the things I didn’t do because I was too scared.  I don’t wish any of that on her.   But the rest of it?  Even with the struggles and hard-to-me times, life is worth living. 
To Be Continued....