So I asked for a raise today. I know it seems like an insane time to be asking for money, given the state of the economy, the state of the leisure business, the fact that they are cutting jobs, hours and trying to cut every corner possible. But I asked to be brought up to the next round number. And though I didn’t get that much, I did get a whole quarter. That’s right a quarter an hour raise, a whole ten dollars a week, that’s a whole 500 or so dollars a year. Yay me. Lol.
It does bode well for the future though. I get another raise automatically in November for being here a year. If in this struggling economy, we can all get a head a quarter at a time. Then maybe there is hope after all. First it’s a quarter, then it’s 50 Cents, then it’s a dollar. Baby steps right?
And it is a pretty good morning. Last night i had a great night, not at all the usual Sunday where you look back and then look forward and dread the coming Monday. (Not that there wasn’t the obligatory, “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow”, but it was light)
Anyway, we had a great day yesterday. Out to breakfast, on our new Friday morning routine. A pancake for Amelia, french toast for us, and the gruff and motely but lovable crew at the diner across the street has become a highlight of our week. We’ve become regulars, the manger comes over and says hi, the insulting waitress actually smiles at us, well sometimes, and the breakfast as always is wonderful.
Then we went to the Mall, because true to form that morning started with my distressed, “just go without me, I have nothing to wear.” And this time it was true. My wardrobe was down to some sad tank tops that have have been used relentlessly at work for the past 6 months, and one or two other shirts. And nothing in the shorts/Capri pant area that doesn’t resemble a circus tent. So we took a little bit of our extra money and hit the sales at the mall, and now Ally is a happy girl. Erich has fortified his 6 pair strong short collection with two more pairs and we got Amelia some cute stuff on sale. (Gotta love clearance sales.) Speaking of the Mall, I think I may have the worst Macy’s in the country. The meager collection of Women’s items resembled a yard sale of a Florida Retiree’s cabana wear.
So after the Mall, we headed home to the playground and general mucking around with the kiddo who mercifully went to bed early since she missed her nap (2 nights strong in the big girl bed), and then Erich and I had a nice night of laundry, cleaning, movies and yes even some cuddling. It was good, no it was great. I haven’t felt that warm little buzz is a long time, and it was nice to see it back even if it was for one night. (If you guessed that Erich got himself back on the meds, then you win a prize) We stayed up way too late, so late in fact that by the time Amelia had her early morning (5am) water request, I was just dozing off to bed. And here I am two hours later.
Even though I am working on only two hours of sleep and I am guaranteed to collapse into a light coma when I get off at 3pm, I am still here at work bright eyed and bushy tailed as it were. It was a good weekend. I’ve got a weird work week this week of only 4 days and then Wednesday-Thursday off , (then 6 days of straight work Yay! But I have great plans for my Wednesday. Maybe a movie, but definitely hanging out with Steph, maybe going to the pool. If I’m diligent and get the apartment cleaned in the next four days, then we’ll have Chris over too for some sort of barbecue thinga ma jig.
Updates, So the foreclosure auction was moved to August, the past week of minor hysteria was all for nothing. We are all just waiting on the bank to approve the short-sale. Hopefully the buyer doesn’t walk.
The time has come, for the big girl bed. As much as I realize that I can’t keep her in a crib forever, this is just one more of those milestones that she’s getting older and bigger and further from my little baby. It’s bittersweet, watching her grow older. It’s a wonderful thing watching her become an autonomous human being with her own thoughts and feelings and personality. And now she’s in big girl bed. It’s been a quiet night so far, only one out of bed incident and that’s because she lost her donkey. I think that we’re going to go and get some sort of half rail to put up by her head to keep the donkey from straying.
And of course, here is Miss Amelia rocking out after stealing one of Daddies shirts.
Haven’t gotten much done this weekend. Still a little too freaked to go sleep. I guess we’ll be sleeping with our door open now that there is the chance of Amelia being out and about at night.
So I finally found my camera, and here are pictures from May’s trip to California.. These are the LA Zoo, not too bad for my nifty pocket digital camera.
It’s 8:45am and I feel dead to the world right now. Some hideous mix of allergy and tourist germs has given me post nasal drip reminiscent of acid running down my throat. Once again i pulled a 8 hour swing, off at 11pm on again at 7am. But there is only three of us and we all have to be flexible right? That’s the give and take of being able to take whatever vacation you want (within reason). 6 more hours and i can go sleep in my own bed, heavily medicated and pain free. Mmmm sounds good.
We had a tour group last night. And by some sick twist of fate, I get to check them in last night and check them out today. It’s usually not a big deal but this group was nasty, mean and just plain rude. I don’t know if they didn’t like their trip or they collectively decided to be jerks when they check in to our hotel. Never the less, I get hellos and the good byes, and no feeling of accomplishment. yay.
It’s Father’s Day. I need to run to the store after work and get a card for Erich. I still have no idea what to get him. I wonder what my family is doing in California.
(So I am sitting here watching two children fighting in front of the breakfast buffet. Probably 4 and 2. and the parents are just letting them go at it on the floor, and coughing all over the food. It’s times like this that I think to myself, what the hell. I wouldn’t let my kid make a scene and interrupt everyone else’s breakfast while I steadfastly ignored them. Get your kid’s under control. )
That’s about it.
I really need to clean at home and get the place back in order. I still haven’t gotten the nack of working full time, taking care of Amelia and doing to housework.
I’m the worst housekeeper ever, officially.
