Tired but not sleepy

Blech. That pretty well sums it up for the day, depressing isn’t it?

I’m tired, but I haven’t really done anything all day so I don’t know why. I was hoping Critter and I could do something since K is at her daddy’s house and D & B were supposed to be with their dad all weekend. We didn’t get to though. B’s birthday is tomorrow (Sunday) and she’ll be nine. Critter took her to get her nails done earlier today, so I guess either their dad flaked on them (again) or she had B for some mommy/daughter birthday time. She made a cake for the "mom party" last night, and I’m assuming her dad will make similar arrangements for the "dad party".

We got a new cake decoration pack in at work earlier in the week, and they were trying to figure it out but they kept screwing it up. One of the efforts actually looked pretty good, but it was a little crooked, so we obviously couldn’t sell it (the kit/cake combo price for this kit is $50). By the time I was finally able to get in touch with Critter and find out if she wanted me to try and get it at a discount it was too late, they’d already cut it up for samples even though I had given them specific instructions *not* to do that until they heard from me. It was in the freezer, so it’s not like it was going to go bad or anything. One of the Senior Managers had hooked me up too: $15 and it was mine. B would have loved it, I felt really bad about it, even though she doesn’t know how close she came to having a really cool (if slightly crooked) cake.

I’m thinking about starting another blog, a more public one, for my Facebook friends. I wouldn’t do it here on OD, that could get complicated. I’ve got a MobileMe account and a real domain name that I have redirected to the directory where my MobileMe web page would be published if I had one. I’ve also got iWeb installed on the laptop, so I could update pretty much anywhere there is an Internet connection. The only problem is there isn’t a whole lot I blog about that I want anyone who knows all these people to read. I mean except for Ember. Critter knows this is here and pops in occasionally, but not very often. I don’t know. I may just take these entries and edit them down to scrub the more private aspects out and post that version over there.

I talked to the Facility Manager about being denied even an interview for Senior Manager, and he seemed genuinely surprised. He said I should take it up with the District Manager, since he’s the one that passed out the list of people to be interviewed (and don’t even get me started on how far a departure from SOP *that* is) and find out if I just didn’t make the cut (there are about eighty or so managers at my level in the district and there were only six senior manager jobs opened) or if there’s something else going on. He did recommend that I wait until next week since we have a new vice-president over our area and he’s out making surprise visits, so everyone is a little on edge. I figured that’s a good plan.

It turns out I do not have to go overnight to cover the next vacation, although it was rumored it might happen. I put the word out on the rumor mill that two of our competitors were interviewing and paid better, but I don’t know if that had anything to do with it.

I might be picking up another area since we’re losing that manager to the other store in town, but I don’t know. I’d love to have the area that’s being vacated, but my God it’s in bad shape. They haven’t had anyone over there that’s ever worked in that area for any period of times, so they have been getting away with being really sloppy. Well, there is one department that’s running properly, but that manager is a bit of a ditz – I’ve told him three or four times which paper to use for his sale tags and he still screws it up every time. That’s pretty much the only thing he’s doing wrong though, so what am I going to do?

I’ve gone back to making sandwiches for lunch when I’m home. I had forgotten how good a nice sandwich could be. I’ve got turkey and roast beef slices from the local supermarket’s deli counter and I scored some Pepperidge Farms Soft Sourdough from my parents when they left town. Add in some cheese from the dairy department (yeah, I’m not paying through the nose for someone to slice it fresh, pre-packed is fine) and I’m stylin’. I had them cut the meat way too thick though, I’ll have to try to remember that next time and correct it.

Ember is taking a small vacation, going down to see Amber and Jerm. From what I understand things with the house are proceeding well.

I’ve finally tracked down where Dirty Girl works now, and I’m going to stop in tomorrow during her shift and make sure she’s doing ok. She didn’t sound right last time I talked to her on the phone a few months ago, and she hasn’t updated Facebook in almost as long. Add to that she’s completely deleted her MySpace profile and it adds up to weirdness. I think her last boyfriend was beating her, just based on some things she said and the way she was acting. I want to make sure she’s doing ok and isn’t walking around thinking she deserved it or caused it or some other damn fool thing some women are prone to thinking after they’ve been abused. She should have shot his ass the first time he laid a hand on her in anger, that would have settled it. The thing that makes me the most concerned is that she gave up custody of her son to his father. She spoiled that boy rotten, and for her to have given up custody, and then been two days late calling him to wish him happy birthday something bad has to be wrong.

Ember is wondering why I’m putting in the effort, when Dirty Girl has made no move to contact me, and I just feel like I have to do it. And I told Ember to think: if I’m putting this much effort into checking up on someone that treated me the way Dirty Girl did then think what I’ll do for her if she ever needed me to. She acknowledged that, but also said I wouldn’t need to look this hard for her because she keeps in touch. She’s got a point…

Oh well. I’m off now. I have to make the rounds of the social networking sites and check my bookmarks here before I go to bed;;;