it just doesn't get any better

it’s not getting any better.

i started washing windows and baseboards this week in preparation for carpet cleaning and putting the house on the market. the two just go together in my mind (maybe because i use a bucket of Spic n’ Span for both). so in my obsessive pre-dawn insomnia hours, i read nominations for my company’s internal awards program until el Jefe’ leaves the house, and then clean. i’m accomplishing something, but i’m letting it stress me out.

i knocked a bottle of Red Hot out of the cupboard during Punkin’s breakfast. it broke and spewed across the floor and newly cleaned pantry cabinet (one of Saturday’s chores). i really can’t remember if i held my tongue, but Punkin said plenty of “dammit”s in my behalf.

i got more specs this morning from the client, the same client that switched directions 180 degrees on us last Thursday. i worked with our admin assistant all last Friday and over the weekend to incorporate maybe 50% of the changes due to the new direction … and then he sends us another example on Monday and additional sections today. we have a submittal February 22nd and a check set due tomorrow. too much, too late.

i maintain a database for scheduling as a QA/QC coordinator. i implemented this tool in early November, and probably spend two hours a week maintaining it and keeping it up to date. it crashed today. i asked my hero who magically fixed it if he could do the same for the rest of my life. no such luck.

the engineer on my project that is proof of government waste continues to go overboard on temporary erosion control measures that we cannot afford to design, and the project budget cannot afford to fund in construction. and his earthwork estimates have more than doubled from the preliminary phases (and we are bound by the budgets established in those preliminary phases).

my department manager had a strategy meeting at our office up North last Friday. she apologized directly to me, but admitted she has basically thrown up her hands in terms of managing them. this is the office i will transfer to. this is the equivalent of being thrown under the bus.

oh, and the Middle is initiating plans for the big 50th Anniversary adventure. i agreed to about anything, just begging the Eldest that some plans are made in order to take one issue of uncertainty out of my life.

ditto closing line of yesterday’s post.