So its over...

At least for the week anyways.

Thanks to a wonderfully busy day I managed to get a ton of work done because the shop was too busy for the boss to have time to come and yell at me.

I sit here just two days away from the accountants coming in and I look at the things that I still have left to get done. As hard as I have worked on getting it all done. There is little chance that I will make it in time. Sadly enough.

The worst part of it is that I find myself really not caring either. I gave it my all and did far more than anyone would have expected me to accomplish. That being said I can sit there and be proud of myself. I worked senselessly for two full weeks, three full eight hour saturdays. I know I gave it everything that I had.

And if thats not good enough well in the immortal words of Rhett Butler "Frankly my dear I dont give a damn."

To be completely honest I dont know that it will be enough for the accountant that I had a run in with two weeks ago. She seemed pretty adamant about the fact that if I couldnt bring it back from the dead that she would be informing the boss that I needed to go.

And thats alright with me.

Why you may ask?

I have a job interview on Monday morning. A gentleman contacted me yesterday afternoon after having seen my resume online. It is full time, the position involves me using all of my admin/clerical/accounting skills and it is right beside Scotts work. Well just a block away. Which means that I will be able to see him at lunch sometimes, and certainly ride home with him at night.

All thats left is the money. Thats the only thing I need to know about this job before I can jump at it. That and if they will hire me.

I am pretty sure since it was they who contacted me, not the other way around that I stand a pretty good chance at getting in so long as I dont do anything ridiculous in the interview.

So wish me luck :)

Tomorrow is going to be another pretty day, warm and sunny. Which is good because my dear daughter is competing in BandFest 2010 and she is desperate to wear a skirt. Its going to be a long afternoon, we need to leave around 3 to be there on time and then we probably wont be getting home until 830 that night.

Oh well. She is deserving of the praise. She has worked hard this year and has started taking it more seriously. She realizes now that in order to add another medal to her lot she needs to work her tail off. I do hope that they win something.

Anyways off to do some other writing and play some bowling with the neighbour :)

~Allison

Another Week....

...Has come and gone.

While I am seriously glad that this week is over I am not looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow is another 8 hour stint with the guy that drives me batty. This week it has been all about the one thing that I HAVENT done right. In other words for all the things I have done right, the small miracles that I have performed, he says nothing, but for the one or two things that I have messed up, and it could be as simple i didnt call and hound people to see if they recieved a fax, he blows a gasket. I mean yes I understand that out of the two faxes that I didnt call and confirm, that we lost five hundred dollars. I get that, its a pain in my ass. No doubt about it. But for crying out loud, how many OTHERS did I get right under the same circumstance? 10? 20? At least.

So anyways today they are redoing inventory. Top to bottom store, shop and storage. Im not sure how this is going to help, however it is going to make more work for me to get done. Oh well what can I do. He wants it perfect. We will get it pretty dammed close. Perfect requires us to tear out every code in the computer at the moment and reenter them all from scratch again.

He wont do that.

So a recount it is. And me to reenter it all. Fun. I swear. Really.

Pray for me.


~Allison

If They Only Knew...

So my daughter and her best friend have been at it again today. And for a while now I thought we had stopped the nonsense that seemed to have plagued their relationship from the beginning.

Well maybe not entirely the beginning. But at least the second month of it. See they became fast friends in September of this year. And they have spent a whole lot of time together, both at school and before and after. Almost every single day. Sometimes they have a chance to see each other on the weekends as well.

They have had sleepovers, play dates, study sessions and bitch fests. Yes these kids know how to bitch and complain. I swear I dont remember ever having been so petty when I was a kid. Maybe I was just to a different degree than the kids of today. Or maybe it was because I didnt have that many friends to begin with so I didnt end up in the petty bickering. I dont know to be honest.

I remember I spent my fair share of time in the main office of my grade school after getting into it with one or another of my classmates. Generally it was because they had made a particularly nasty comment about me or had taken something of mine.

You see I was always the outcast. The girl no one would ever admit to liking, the one that always got the brunt of the bullying. Some of the people I knew back then have come to me in recent years and apologized for the things they had said and done. Me? What can I say? I forgave them. What else is there to do? We were kids and we knew nothing back then. As an adult, with kids of my own, I can understand that now.

Back then? It stung like a thousand bees.

But I digress. My daughter and her friend seem to have this on again and off again relationship that is enough to make you seasick with the way it goes. Most of it stems from the fact that one of them is having a bad day and tosses some attitude at the other and the next thing you know it snowballs from there. Then you end up where they are right now. One or both pissed off and the other hurt.

And no matter how many times I keep telling them that when they grow up that its not going to matter in the long run, the silly things that they are arguing about anyways, it will not stop them from bickering. They will get over it I am sure. They usually do but I am telling you I wish like hell I could make them both listen to me. Well I mean and actually hear what I am saying.

"Wisdom comes not from hearing about it but from doing it."

Im not sure who said that or even if thats the right quote, but the shoe sure fits here.


~Allison

Is It Just Me...

...Or has the week flown by?

Seriously, yesterday was Monday no? Just kidding I know today is Thursday. But part of me is glad that the week has sailed by at a good clip. In some regards anyways. I mean it means that the weekend is one step closer. Which is a good thing. I mean there might not be any rest this weekend as I have to work Saturday and Sunday is AJ's Bandfest competition but then normalcy can set in a bit well at least for a week. AJ's birthday is on the 18th so normalcy wont return in full until AFTER the March break but thats ok. One step closer to spring and the warmth of summer....

How many more days until cottage season Dad?

~Allison

Update: Dawning of a New Era...

Alright I have been doing my best to get started on the job hunting thing. I mean I have been trolling the sites where I have found my jobs in the past. I have picked up and gone through the job papers. Sent out a bunch of resumes and the like.

But truth be told my heart is not in it. See here is my problem. I dont WANT to quit. I hate the boss. Thats it really. Other than that everything is manageable. Gosh I wish he would just stop being an jerk! Honestly is it really that hard to speak to others with respect?

I am a BOOKKEEPER. No where in that does it say office administrator. Or problem solver. However i am completely capable of doing such things. And the best part is I dont mind doing them so long as they dont interfere with the things that I have to get done. Things in my job description have to come first, then I can help you with the things that are in your job description. No problem.

Three things I dont like;
1) If you have something outside of my job description that you need me to do, ASK me, dont tell me to do it. I dont mind helping out when I can but Im supposed to do my job and you are supposed to do yours.
2) If I do something for you once that is outside of my job description do not assume that I am going to be the one responsible for it from now on. You need to do your job and I need to do mine, otherwise your job would be my job and you would be out of work.
3) If you have something out side of my job description that you need me to do, please find out if I have time to complete my tasks as well as yours. If I dont do not make your job a priority above mine. I get paid for mine you get paid for yours.

*Groan* I wish that things would be different. I dont want to quit my job.

~Allison

A New Day Is Dawning...

I came to a sudden and brutal reality today. I need a new job.

Okay okay. I know I should have figured this out a long time ago and truth be told I think I came to this conclusion at Christmas time. But the fact of the matter remains I didnt want to admit it to myself or anyone else. I mean I might have spoken the words but the sad reality of it is is that I didnt WANT to need a new job. I love the job itself. It is a challenging and engaging job. The pay is good for what I do and the hours work around the girls.

But after another trying week and weekend, and another one beginning, I have realized that there is precious little I can do to change the situation there no matter what I do or how hard I try and make it right.

So now it is up to me to walk away from the situation and find or make a new horizon for myself. I know I can do it. I just need the courage to make the jump.

Sleep first though.

More in the morning.

~Allison

I AM CANADIAN!!!!

An excerpt from a letter to my Dad, I cant put it any better a second time around...

I was standing in Yonge and Dundas square when the puck dropped (actually we were crossing the street, diagonally of course, watching it on the giant screen). I had to go downtown yesterday to drop off my entry in the Toronto Stars short story contest (deadline was midnight), so I met up with a writer friend down there for book shopping at the worlds biggest bookstore and a late lunch.

Then I spent most of the rest of the game travelling to some family to visit for coffee as they are headed into the hospital this morning, all the while getting updates from scott and the kids who of course were glued to the TV. Ended up staying for dinner, and watching The Kid bring it home! And yes I was sitting there screaming at the TV the whole heart stopping time. When we won I had scott and the kids on the phone and all I heard was this high pitched squealing and then silence (guess they stopped to catch their breath) and out of the silence AJ, with all the wisdom of a child says "Wait, did we win?"

That to me speaks volumes for what the games should be about. Someone won, cheer now, figure out who it was later. We have had a spectacular run as Canadians. The five of us have lived in our Olympic sweaters over the last 17 days, in fact Im wearing mine right now. Truth be told, last night when scott and I went grocery shopping after the kids went to bed we wore our sweaters without our jackets just to show our pride. It was thankfully warm enough to do it if you had a warmer sweater type thing on underneath! In the last 17 days we have shifted bedtimes to allow for the games, not much but enough for the kids to see SOME of what we did. Sadly they missed the big show last night, however, Scott and I decided that we would be buying the DVD box set of the Olympics. Just because it was so spectacular.

As a family who focuses more on the arts than sports, that speaks volumes about what the games made us feel. And yes all 14 times we rose to our feel, when they played our national anthem. And we sang in our living room and didnt care who heard us. It is a spirit I pray lives on in everyone for a while longer. Never have I felt so much as a Canadian as I have in these last few days. So many people with those red mittens (yes me and the girls all have ours!) waving at each other for no other reason but just to say Hi! I am a canadian!

We saw the torch make its way down Hurontario (yep we were there!), we saw the culdron be lit, watched almost all of our athletes shine and watched the culdron go out. As far as I am concerened we were a part of history.

I AM CANADIAN!!!!

~Allison