with the micro managing and re-asking things that are done the same way week after week and asking questions that have already been answer MANY MANY times. 

Eff off to BM lying again on something that is effecting DH and I now. While DH was deployed the second time, BM "rescued" a dog and told DH she was up to date on shots and spayed. When DH separated from BM he took the dog with him and since has become our dog. She has never bled so it seemed like BM's account of the dog being spayed was truth. Well I just had our vet look at her yesterday because now we have an intact male dog and guess what? The dog is NOT fixed. Both DH and I should of been smarter and had that checked years ago because she can't tell the truth to save her life, but we didn't have a male puppy at the time and both of us thought a dog had to bleed when in heat. Well, according to the vet, not all female dogs bleed so now we need to spend a minimum of $600 to get her spayed before her next heat cycle. Yay. Literally cannot understand why someone who lie about such a thing. DH and I should of known better and been more responsible, but it is what it is.

Oh that PITA. Glad its friday for ya.

Eff off to shitty people, eff off to illness, eff off to the ones who just cant live in peace.

Have an awesome weekend 

I hate micromanagers, they bring me out in a rash.

I had a colleague who was in the same team as me but did an entirely different job. He used to try to micromanage my work via email (because he was too scared of me to attempt it in person) and always copied the boss as if he was trying to show how good he'd be as my manager (sigh). I generally ignored his emails until one day things came to a head. He sent me an email asking, in a very paternalistic manner, if I had put the file he emailed me in a safe place (WTF?!) and I replied with "Why, did you lose the original?" The boss stepped in and told him to knock it off  (that is the politest way of expressing what happened - he was sick of receiving all his inane emails too). 

EFF OFF to kitties getting older. I just lost my beloved baby girl in November, now her brother, darling baby boy has been diagnosed with kidney disease and has likely 3-6 months max. He's outwardly healthy now, but his levels are high and vet was not optimistic about time frame. I am very sad and I think he knows I'm hurting because he's been glued to me. I've been giving him lots of kissed and extra cuddles during the day. 

Secondary Eff Off, which I have now decided to disengage from, to the person I supervise.  She does NOT get along with one of the persons she supports - who admittedly is difficult - but she refuses to learn from me and MY boss. She does not want to change, doesn't see the point of training and let me tell you, tells me crazy things in our official meetings - which of course I document. She's not even been here a year.  Part of this job is customer service (high level) and that was clearly explained in her interview (the result of which I did NOT want to hire her and outlined why...which has all come true).  So as of last week I dropped the rope. I will manage her current situations and if she has more issues with that person then we'll deal with it but no more discussion with her or offering help. I will be telling my boss this in our next meeting. I think she'll quit anyway - if she lasts a year I'll be surprised. She could be good if she'd lose her attitude of "I'm not changing for ANYBODY - take it or leave it."  WHO says that regarding their job requirements??!!

Eff off to SD22 is home for Spring break and already annoying the crap outta me. If she were a nicer, better, different person I would probably have a lot more tolerance for the small stuff.

Things that are already annoying the crap out of me:

• Using her babytalk voice with DH
• Know-it-all comments about how children in poverty striken areas of 3rd world countries have the same 1st world options as spoiled kids like her do. "Some (poverty level) kids just decide they want to be vegetarians" No B*yatch ... they don't, they eat what they have because that's all they have ...
• leaving clutter
• washed her own dishes (I know, she gets a gold star) by hand but they're still filthy - nasty food left on her fork. So gross! How do you do that? We have a dishwasher, just put your dishes in the god-damn dishwasher if you can't even wash a fork properly
• inserting what BM said and what BM did into every conversation
• grew out her pit and leg hair and now walks around in shorts and tanks like a dark-haired wooly mammoth - eww

And last but not least, I can't talk to DH about any of it because I know if roles were reversed I wouldn't want to hear a petty laundry list of my own children's flaws --- even though my own children don't do any of this crap. So you all get to hear me b*tch about it here.

Eff off to the misogynistic a*hole of a salesman I had to deal with today.

I'll set it up for you. I'm the lead on cybersecurity project.  I'm not an IT person but do know what needs to be in place for various federal compliance requirements. We're looking for some specialized project management tools.

For our first Zoom meeting, the Sales Dude had to end early to take another call. My business isn't important enough to keep your calendar clear? Ohhhkaaaay.

Then today, our second meeting, I added our tech support guy to the call. Sales Dude shows up in a football jersey. That set me off -- but maybe I'm just old and professionalism isn't a thing like it was. The sales pitch proceeds. Dude stops for questions, "Mr Tech Support, do you have any questions?" He does, and asks it. Sales Dude responds and moves on. Hey, wait, I have a question too. Dude is visibly surprised that I do.

Then we talk about price. Dude wants to know who makes the procurement decision. He assumes it's my Tech Guy. Dude. No? Then it must be another guy not on the call. Dude, did you look at my title? Learn anything about me? Listen to anything I said? Obviously not. And then he guesses I like shopping so vounteered to do this for the team.

What The Actual F here?

So many effs and so little time.

• Eff off to DH who has the WORST cold.  Has been testing for Covid but coming up negative.  We are due to get on a plane next week to go to see my family.  He better get better and not infect me.  I'm currently hiding from him in my office to avoid the germs
• Eff off to people at work who mistake me asking for something to be done politely as it being optional.  I had to bring out the nasty TASM this week and I don't like doing it.  Can't they just be grown up and realise that something we are legally obligated to do takes precidence over everything else?  Can't rearrange your team catch up calls to do serious overdue work - STFU and do what I've told you to do.
• Second Eff off to people at work who don't do what they have been asked to do.  I will now have to take my devices on holidays and do at least 3 mornings of meetings.  Luckily Mr TASM has the patience of a saint.
• Eff off to Covid.  Even though I'm still going to where my family live I may not be able to see my sister, BIL and nieces as they have Covid in the house currrently.  Fingers crossed they start testing negative soon.

F0rn wasn't requested this week but I'm going to share this anyway.

Since Mr TASM is a coughing maniac I made tomato chili soup.

• Onions, garlic, scotch bonnet chili (or what ever version you have around or chili flakes if no fresh chilies). Sweat for 5 min
• Add a tin of chopped tomato, salt, pepper, oregano, pinch of sugar
• Heat through
• Blitz
• Pour into two bowls and sprinkle over shaved parmesan and chopped fresh basil
• Hope the heat from the chilies speeds up the recovery from the cold and cough *dirol* 

This takes minutes to prepare and is so much nicer than any store bought soup.

Hi,

I am laughing with you right now. Been there. I highly recommend these silly coping strategies for dealing with skids that have bad manners:

A: Flask full whisky to sip on during family vacays. Don't let the hubby have any. He needs to be sober to suffer the full effect of his children.

B. KRON Strawberry Bliss CBD/THC gummies. I am a lightweight living in a weed state, so I take full advantage of the soccer mom dosage of MaryJ. It just helps me stop worrying long enough to go to sleep so I can face another day of this nonsense.

C. Take up a new and frightening yet cathartic hobby like knife-throwing or going to the handgun shooting range. (Take ALL safety precautions - especially if there are small kids in your home. ) Its great when your husband pisses you off and you say "Bye hon. Have fun with the dishes. I am going to the range."

D. Buy a coloring book full of creative swear words, and color it while listening to AC/DC on headphones at the dinner table. Act like nothing is wrong, since DH refused to acknowledge ANYTHING IS WRONG. 

E. Insist on driving on family vacay and hit a pothole or take a sharp turn every time a skid whines or says something rude.

F. If you've asked the skids to pick up their barbies out of the yard and they leave them out there for a week in a puddle, throw them away. When they ask where their barbies are say "Where did you leave them?" If they say "the yard" you say "I know, that's why they molded and now they are in the landfill. When you learn to show respect for your things,  then I will buy you some more."

G. Stop on the way home from work and get an ice cream cone or your favorite donut. Sit in the car and eat it while talking shit about your life with your friend on bluetooth. Cry. Get yourself together. Go home and say you got stuck in traffic. Sit at dinner (if you didn't miss it) and relish that you missed out on most of the "before dad gets home bullshit" that you usually have to deal with. When DH says "I came home and the house was a mess and the kids were hungry...." Say "Looks like you did a fine job of making Mac n Cheese and cleaning up. Problem solved!" Smile and walk away.