11/21/03

Current Mood: Very Sleepy
Current Music: Does the music stuck in my head count?

When I got into work this morning my boss had just wandered over to my cubicle. She wanted to know where we keep our backup cd’s. I cringed because I know my co-worker that does the backups doesn’t do the best job keeping them organized. I showed her and she said she’d have to have a talk with him on Monday. Our boss “having a talk with someone” isn’t much to worry about lol. It’s basically like having grandma come pat you on the back of the hand and say “Now, no no, we have to do this better from now on”. Of course, I say “grandma” but I have one grandmother who will totally tear you a new one if you fuck up even the tiniest bit.

Hmm, performance reviews will be coming up pretty soon. I don’t remember when exactly but sometime after the first of the year. March maybe. I never really dread my performance reviews though because of the fact that my boss is so nice. I did pretty well last year. Raises last year were a fucking joke though. We keep getting these pathetic raises because our parent company (AIG) keeps coming in and cutting them. They’ve done this two years in a row now. I think I got 1 something percent last year. It worked out to a few extra dollars a paycheck. The only reason I haven’t started poking around for another job is that I know that my boss has no control over it. Plus I’m not qualified for much anyway, shit job here, shit job over there, what’s the difference?

I spent literally all day yesterday filing. I filed all the forms from 2000-2002 into file boxes and I now have room in my file cabinet for more. Now though, there’s boxes in a pile on the floor in our closet. *sigh* I asked my boss awhile back if we could send some of this junk to off-site storage. Did I get an answer? Nope! So there you have it, boxes piled on the floor. Of course, yesterday I call the guy downstairs to ask for boxes and he tells me “I don’t have those kind you’ll have to call the mailroom”. Then he warned me that they’re Nazi’s and don’t like to give them away. This made me nervous about calling so I asked hubby to. He did and they were more than happy to give us some. Stupid guy downstairs, they’re not Nazi’s at all.

The loan dude called me yesterday. I was in the closet filing when I heard my phone ringing. I answered it and he said “Is this Brandi?” I answered that yes it was, while desperately trying to wrap my mind around who’s voice that was. I knew it was a very familiar voice. Then he said who he was and I was like “ooooh, okay”. I’d never spoken to him but had heard his voice several times on our voice mail. I think he made a mistake and called me, he’d been dealing with hubby the whole time for the loan and he probably looked at the numbers wrong yesterday. He made sure we didn’t have any questions about the signing and then said they were hoping to have this all wrapped up by the end of the month.

In other news Sara destroyed her bed. Yesterday morning, in the time between hubby taking her out and us coming downstairs for breakfast (about an hour) she got bored and managed to open the zipper on her bed and start removing and tearing up the foam cushion inside. The dog knows how to open a zipper. Luckily she didn’t get too far but she’s now bedless. I’m going to get her a little mat that has no zippers and she can use the zippered one when she’s supervised. Anyone want a golden retriever? 🙂

My step-sister is getting married today. I hope she’s making the right decision, I really do. I talked to her a lot while she was making the decision and I didn’t exactly leave with warm fuzzies. I can’t tell her that though, I can’t say what I want to say because I’ll just sound like a know-nothing parent to her. Sometimes you just have to let people make their decisions and their mistakes. The fact that my family doesn’t like the guy makes me worry even more. My family, especially my grandmother are really good judges of character. They even adore my husband, they didn’t think I’d last in CT but they adore my hubby. They say that this guy she’s marrying is weird and controlling. That and me feeling like their relationship is “puppy-love” makes me wonder how long it’ll last before she’s unhappy. I hope I’m wrong but we’ll see. It just seems like so many marriages fail. More than half of the people I know that got married AFTER we did are already divorced. A lot of people can’t believe we’ve been married as long as we have, in May it’ll be 5 years. We’ve never looked back or regretted anything. I think it’s hard getting married young, especially in your early twenties, you’re still doing a lot of growing up. You have to go into it knowing that person may not be the same exact person 10 years from now. You have to go into it expecting change, expecting to grow as people. You have to learn to grow by yourself while still growing together so that you don’t grow apart.

Anyway, I should find something to do. I don’t have anything to do but I could probably make something to do. Cleaning or something. *shrugs* Anything to make the day go by faster.