Today wasn’t my favorite. One of the packages that I sent up for staffing was all dorked up. It was a matter of not paying attention and some corrections that I made on one copy wasn’t transferred to the other accompanying documentation. Thankfully, it was caught by the director rather than it going up to the VP’s office. So I got a butt chewing. Not a big one, certainly not in the top 50% of butt chewings I’ve ever received. But still. I like to think that I do a good job. I think my boss got a bigger butt chewing for not double checking the new guy’s (that’s me) work. Oops. Sorry, boss.
So now I’m feeling paranoid about all the products that I’m putting out. I’m probably spending more time re-checking my work than I am doing the work. I hate feeling like this.
I didn’t go to church today. I’m feeling kind of guilty about that. I talked with Sara and the kids aren’t doing so well. Sara thinks that they are missing me too much. I hate feeling like this also. I tried to call Sara for over 45 minutes tonight and I couldn’t get through. And instead of going to church, I tried to e-mail a couple of pictures of me over here. The first two pictures took 35 minutes to load on yahoo. The internet is just that slow here. I can’t e-mail them at work, because thumbdrives are forbidden due to the proprietary ownership of the company’s business. So I can’t bring them in to download onto my work computer.
I figured out how to change the settings on my camera to the lowest setting and that seemed to help a little bit. I’ve tried the online picture resize, but that still requires internet bandwidth. Resizing that way took forever also.
So Liam is regressing mentally and physically. He’s peeing his pants, talking like a baby, and has developed an awful temper. And Rebecca is having the occasional emotional breakdown as well. I spoke to Becca and Liam earlier. I miss them pretty bad.
I miss Sara also. Valentine’s Day here was hollow for everyone. There were lots of cards from elementary school kids, there was lots and lots of candy, but it doesn’t mean anything if you’re not with the ones you love.
And Katrina turned 32. Hee hee!
So tonight I’m going to look for other resize programs that I might be able to use to send pictures to the kids. If that doesn’t work I’ll have to find something else that works.
Good night everyone.
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Um. Correction there, my boy: Katrina turned 31.
ReplyDeleteOh good. I thought it was 31 too. I thought I missed a year or something.
ReplyDeleteNah, she's 32. According to Mike's AND Katrina's birthday calculations, I turned 30 last year. We're all actually a year older... which means that Mike will turn FORTY next year!
ReplyDeleteDon't feel guilty about not going to church when there are so many other good reasons to feel guilty for:) Hang in there, amigo.
Dad and I had a good Sunday with Liam here. He woke up nearly dry from his nap, so Dad gave him a little Hot Wheel. He asked me what the words on the back of the package said, so I was reading them to him ("Ford, General Motors, Jaguar," etc.). At the bottom it said something like "Distributed by East West Distributors, Peoria, Illinois," and I asked him "Do you know someone who was born in Illinois?" He answered "Jesus?"
ReplyDeleteI DID NOT LAUGH!!!! I just said "Nooo, Rebecca was born in Illinois, and so were YOU! YOU were born in Belleville, Illinois! That's a nice place." He just smiled and giggled.
It really was funny.....
LMAO! You're such a punk.
ReplyDeleteI'm having Becca over for a sleepover this week. Hopefully a little break from each other will do the kids some good!