Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Double Standards

It's always a struggle for me.  Should I say this or not?  Should I tell my boss this bothers me or not?  As I've mentioned before, I have two bosses in this office.  Both are great in their own way.  But one is male, one is female.  I will bring things to them differently.  I will bring certain things to the female, not to the male. 

So this morning I get an email that just really burns my butt.  But how do I react?  Do I send it to the male boss (because it was from one of his other employees)?  Or do I do nothing?  Because afterall I'm female, pregnant, emotional, etc, etc.  All those adjectives they will use to negate the issue.  And they are both male. 

Do I do nothing and allow it to happen again?  Yes, I know the correct answer is to go directly to the person I have an issue with.  Been there.  Done that.  Useless. 

I really feel like I can't do anything.  My male boss hates complainers.  My female boss hates for people to be treated that way.

Just frustrating. 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It just fits

This weekend Brad and I celebrated our 12 year wedding anniversary.  I know I should have written this sooner, but hellooooo, I'm a little busy.  We got to celebrate by doing Children's Church and then continuing to move and pack.  By 9:00 we were just plain exhausted.  On Saturday we were going to get something for dinner and I said, "how about you go in and get dinner while I run into Hallmark".  He said, "what do you need at Hallmark?".  Yes, I thought it was kinda an obvious one as well.  I simply replied, "A card."  He then quickly said, "how about we both go in Hallmark".  We'd both been so busy we hadn't had time to even get a card for each other!

Suffice it to say, we didn't get to enjoy each other or our special day this year.  But honestly, that is ok.  Sure, a trip would have been wonderful.  A dinner out would have been nice.  But I get to spend every day with him, and that is enough.  Sometimes more than enough.  :)  Just knowing he is there is such a comfort to me that I struggle how to tell people who are newlyweds or looking for spouses or getting ready to get married just how wonderful it is.  After the newness fades and you've seen the absolute worst in each other, how do you explain how awesome that is?  I know that sounds like an oxymoron, (I just love that word) but there is something about knowing what he is going to say or how he is going to react that I love.  There is something to knowing that during football season I need to get my talking in before the games that I love too.  And there is something to knowing that when he says "So, I was thinking...", I need to run for cover that is comforting.  Because it is Brad.  And through the divine grace of God, he is mine. 

Monday, September 13, 2010

Where did it come from?

No, not talking about babies.  But as I was typing an email to a dear person who doesn't blog nearly as much as she should, spellchecker said "blog" wasn't a word.  Surely it is.  We've used it for years now.  I know I'm not spelling it incorrectly. 

So where does the working girl go to find out the down-low on everything?  Wikipedia, of course.

Here you go...


Thursday, September 9, 2010

Note to Self

Everyone knows I love my dogs.  They are cute and sweet and love me even though they shouldn't.  While our house was on the market my mother was very gracious in taking them off our hands for a bit.  I think it was actually about a month.  They came home this weekend and since then it has become apparent what having my dogs back tell me:
  • They are hairy.  Their hair likes my floor.  Their hair likes my nose.  Their hair likes my clothes.  My house was much cleaner for the month they were gone. 
  • They are loud.  They 'talk' too much.  They whine too much.  Things were much quieter while they were gone.
  • Alarm clocks are unnecessary.  It is now impossible to sleep past 6:30 on a Saturday.  Or any day for that matter. Who needs to eat breakfast that early?  And I know they don't really have to pee. 
  • They are stubborn.  I know they can hear me.  Just because one of them is 13 is no excuse to ignore me when I'm talking.  It's funny they can hear the water turn on for dinner or the covers move when I'm getting out bed, but not me telling them to come back inside.
  • My house feels smaller.  Is it necessary for them to be under my feet constantly?  I can't tell you the number of times I tell everything with four legs to get out of the kitchen. 
  • Going to the bathroom alone is impossible.  Seriously, I always come out.  It's ok.  I don't need company.  Thank you for the thoughtfulness.  Next time bring me flowers out of someone else's garden or buy me dinner.
  • Schedules now revolve around them instead of me.  No more running errands after work.  No more...well, that is all I would do.
In retrospect, I now realize I'm just preparing myself for kids.  I think I'm screwed.