This annoys me every time I see it.

Don't you think they should have to give it back!?!

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I'll miss my boys!

There are many reasons I just left my job, but my co-workers were not one of them.  For the last few years I worked on a corporate regional team with 4 other people and I was the only female.  Originally there had been another gal but she left about a year ago and I kinda liked being the only girl.  2 of the guys are in Cincinnati and the other 2 - St. Louis.  None of us have ever met face to face but we were a team and always had each other's backs.  We talked every day and instant messaged each other if we didn't.  We forged good working relationships and friendships in the process.  I called them my boys.  Still call them my boys.  


Today I received a package from them, signed that way too - from "your boys".  *sniff*  *sniff*


Shows just how much they know me, it's all about tea!  


Love you guys!  I will miss you every day!

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Who sleeps on your computer when you try to use it?

Guess who?

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Oh it just figures!

I was puppy sitting for my daughter and her husband one afternoon and as children and pets often do - Rue led me to meeting one set of neighbors.  They are young, very nice (thank the good Lord) and knew some things about my house that I didn't.  Apparently the people who lived here before me were .. wait for it ... HOARDERS!  Which is why, apparently, they gutted the house and did a big do-over on the inside before I bought the house.

Not my house. (at least I don't think it is!)

My neighbors said they felt bad about how - they saw the elderly gentleman sitting on the deck in the evenings, but they had no idea what was going on inside.  As if they should have!  I mean really.  They moved in next door to an older couple who had lived here forever.  The woman died not too long after they moved in (I think) and then it was the old man.  Different generations, different lives.  


It was when he passed away that there was an estate sale, so-to-speak, and they saw inside.  They didn't give me a lot of details, I will definitely ask more questions when I know them better, but I guess it was bad.  They also saw the difference when the workers were done rehabbing the house and they were amazed at what had been done.  


I love hearing the history, I guess it's a kind of gossip - but this is MY house now and I want to know all about it.  Hoarders.  I mean really, it figures.  


I think I need to get rid of some more stuff.  Just sayin'.

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Maxine Monday

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Strange days

This is a very strange time for me.  When you work for the same company from your 20's all the way into your 50's, chances are you aren't the type to pick up and go somewhere else.  And really?  I never thought I would.  Sometimes there comes a time when it is more difficult to stay than to leave, although that doesn't stop it from being a very sad occasion for me.  Work has been a home of sorts for me for many years.  My kids were toddlers when I started there!  And I really wish I didn't need to go.  

I'm a good worker, I've always considered myself a "worker bee".  Someone who has never been interested in climbing some ladder and who would wear garlic around my neck to guard against going into management.  NOT interested.  I wanted to learn my job, to grow and to move up within that framework, and be the best that I could be at it.  As long as I could support myself and be comfortable, life would be good.  But sometimes a company cannot leave well enough alone.  It makes me incredibly sad. 

Next week for 5 days I will not be working at my current or my new job.  It will be the first time in 25 years that I will not - technically - be working.  How weird is that?  Very, to me.

Oh and by the way?  Don't think I'm not terrified.  Yep.  Scared to death.

At this point it is all about putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward.  I'm putting on my big girl panties people, it's really about time.

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Maxine Monday

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To die for!

Just sayin'.

Yummy!

***not a paid advertisement - I just had some is all!

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WHAT??

So?  What do you feed your animals??!

Don't judge until you've had a cat with an overactive thyroid!

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SEND is such a dangerous button

Have you ever written an email not meaning to send it right then and then clicked on SEND anyway?  Is it Freudian, meant to be, is it because you're an idiot?  Pretty sure it's that last one for me.  


Had a major face palm today when I sent an email to dozens of people I work with, accidentally.  See, I wrote a few emails at home last night and forwarded them to work to send out today.  But I wasn't going to send them out until late in the day and this particular email?  Well, let's say I needed to do something else BEFORE I sent this one out.


Argh.


You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach which you realize something has slipped beyond your grasp and there is no pulling it back?  Well actually, in Outlook there is the recall feature but in my case, only about half of the dozens of people I sent it to actually did not get to read that email.  Which, conversely, means the other half did read it.


It was one of those moments when I literally smacked myself in the head and said "I. AM. AN. IDIOT."  And then,  "Well - I guess I can't change my mind now!"

I had sent out the email to all my co-workers telling them I was leaving the company after 25 years, BEFORE I sent my resignation to my boss.


See?  I AM an idiot.  Holy cow.  Of all the times I've clicked when I shouldn't have, this was a doozy!  I mean really, who DOES that???!!!!


Besides me, of course.  Sigh-h-h-h.




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Oh my!

Really, there is so much going on right now - when my phone rang on the way home from work this evening I answered it, even though I didn't recognize the number.  Very unlike me.


Me - Hello?
Him - Hi, is this BetteJo?
Me - Yes it is ...
Him - Oh hi, this is Chris and I am calling from 'whatever the name of it is' your lawncare company.  I wanted to let you know that it's time for your grub application and I was wondering whether or not you were interested in that or not.
Me - Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have grubs. Sounds like a personal question to me, anyway.
Him - Oh - uh .. 

I'm tired.  Too much going on.  You mean that wasn't a personal question?  Maybe I should stick to answering calls from people I know.  Yikes!


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Maxine I'm sorry I've got a lot going on Monday!

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Maxine Monday

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