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Another Day at Camp FAN-Freaking-TASTIC!

It’s been nothing but big, bold, colorful fireworks here today.

From people screaming (literally- SCREAMING), “Get the *#&% (Insert: F-Bomb) out of my office!” at coworkers,

to yelling, “I don’t have to take this *#&@ (Insert: S-Bomb) directly to our managers.

Hmm… do you spell the s-bomb word like this: *#&@ ? Is there a certain way to spell expletives? Like a book of punctuations that equal naughty words?… I should do spell check… ha ha, I would laugh my freaking butt off if it came up saying I spelled *#&@ wrong and suggested another way.

Ahhh, another lovely day in the life at summer camp.

Did you guys know I call my workplace summer camp? I don’t think I’ve ever told you guys that. As you already know- it’s far from arts and crafts and ghost stories by the fire. Summer Camp is just a way to make myself laugh a little each day I have to stand at attention as Revelry is played.

And yes, we’re seriously supposed to do that.

Another day at summer camp.

I mean, there really are a lot of parallels.

You have to get up at the freaking crack of dawn,

It’s hotter than a cat in heat,

And your camp counselors are always getting on your nerves!

If you so choose, you can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the lovely camp dining facilities- with the loooong tables just like at summer camp. Hmm- the eggs even taste exactly like the stuff we used to have back then too!

The list goes on and on.

Anyway- back to the Summer Camp fireworks show…

As soon as the yelling match was over, it was silent in our office and I had to laugh- which is probably the worst reaction EVER.

Why? Why the laugh, Brittny?!

I do that when Will and I are arguing sometimes too. It must be sort of a nervous laugh thing- not a funny- ha ha sort of laugh.

Although… if I’m honest… today was a teensy bit funny-ha ha.

Anyway, it got all quiet and I laughed and simply said, “You see that? THAT is why we need a day off!”

Ha ha. What a way to break the awkward tension- right?

Seriously though! We’re all exhausted. We’re so understaffed it’s not even funny, and we’ve got enough work for a staff double our size. We’re tired, we’re stressed, and we’re at our breaking point. We’ve been working non stop and have been around each other way too much. We need a break!

Today’s wisdom: No days off lead to yelling matches,

And no amount of hand holding and kum-bai-yah singing is going to solve it until we get a few days the heck away from each other!

But no one asks me…

Therefore- I blog.

I find the whole event a little funnier as each hour of the day wanes onward. It’s not funny- really- it’s not…

But it so is.

Anyway, I wish you guys were here. Tomorrow is culottes day and we’re going to make paper mache hats and then decorate them with glitter and buttons!

Fun With Numbers

13= Days I have worked in the last 14 days

18= Days I will have worked by next Thursday (18 out of the last 19)

37= Times I have used the “d word” in the last 5 days

37= Times I had to repent for using the “d word” in the last 5 days

405= Times I have prayed for God to help me get through the day

7,345= Times I have thought to myself, “I seriously need to find a new job.”

4,500= Calories I probably consumed last night. Will and I went to the Terrace Grill and had delicious filet mignons- coupled with about 2 loaves of bread. We then finished it off with out own pints of Baskin Robbins.

Yes- our own pints.

23= Times I complained about how fat I felt last night

140something= Days until I’m lounging on a beach chair drinking iced tea and preparing to port in Italy

31= The high in Kuwait today (in Celsius of course)

15= The number of coffees I had in the last 4 days

4= The number of coffees I should have had in the last 4 days

1= The number of times I lifted this week (which is probably why I’m in a grumpy mood!)

A Million= the number of my friend’s blogs I need to visit and comment on.

Sorry I’ve been bad about keeping up with you guys (and my own blog). It’s been a rough few weeks and I’m at my wits end! I hope you guys are having a great weekend. I look forward to catching up soon!

<3

Happy Birthday Mom! <3

The “Come Back Tomorrow” Promised Post

I mentioned “coming back tomorrow” in yesterday’s title.

I sorta shot myself in the foot on that one (ouch! Can you hand me a band-aid?) because I obligated myself to post today!

I wanted to start out with a big internet hug and thank you. I felt so cared for yesterday, and it truly comforted me this morning. We’re such a good little circle of friends, aren’t we? I think so. I really appreciated all your insights, prayers, and kind words. I have so much I wish I could share, but I don’t think the world wide web is the best venue. I’m sure I’ll share later though. In the meantime, thank you for your support. I truly needed it.

I worked today and have to come in tomorrow. I was also told that while it may not happen- be prepared to work

THE NEXT EFFING 14 DAYS STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!

If that’s true, that means I will be working 21 days straight without a break.

I wish I could quit so badly. I just can’t now. Oh guys, my heart hurts today.

I wore my milk and cookie shirt today to keep me cheery. I’m not sure it worked, but that’s okay. Nothing screams happiness like a chocolate chip cookie slapping milk a high five, right?

Enough sad whining crap…

Okay so guess what guys!?

I might have a guest blogger next week!

YES!

How fun and exciting, right!?

Will was so bummed about Brett Favre retiring that he actually sat down and wrote some thoughts! I was really touched by them and thought it was cool that he just randomly wrote a little essay on his feelings (ha ha essay. Funny. Brings me back to high school).

I asked him if I could post it on here and he said maybe.

I thought it would be cool. I mean, you guys know what I tell you about Will, but you don’t “know” him from his perspective! After 3 years of blogging I figure I ought to let you get to know my football-crazed husband a little better. So, let’s hope he’s gracious enough to let me post his cute little Favre essay on my blog.

I miss Will, I’m going home now to give him a hug.

Love you guys. Perhaps I’ll post tomorrow in protest of coming in.

Hmmm, I’ll have to think of what I can wear tomorrow to cheer me up. Perhaps a shirt with a big fat bird on the front… that’s discreet, right? It’s pretty much the only way I can tell them what I want to without getting in trouble… though I’m pretty sure God wouldn’t like it either.

Enough thoughts for today. Have a good weekend. 

posted in All About Me,This Isn't CTU bullet permalink bullet 3.07.2008

it’s in your best interest NOT to read today. Yes, I’m seriously telling you to come back tomorrow.

Have you ever felt like you’re facing a full blown marathon, and you’re showing up late dressed in spiky heels and fitted skirt?

Oh- and you’ve never run a mile in your whole life.

I sort of feel that way today.

I’ve felt that way a lot lately.

I feel as though I’m showing up for a marathon that will be almost impossible to finish and the mere thought of processing this marathon makes me exhausted. It makes my heart hurt.

It’s no secret I’ve been frustrated with work lately. It’s not so much my actual job. I like that. It’s the situation I’m in. I think some of it has to be with where I’m located. It’s difficult to get “real” people that will come to Kuwait and work. I’ve also found that some managers here would never in a million years be able to make it in America. There are a lot of factors… no need for me to get into that today.

Have you ever faced a “marathon” that was so long and uphill to the point where you felt like throwing your hands up and walking away?

I sort of feel that way. I feel so bogged down with things to the point where I feel like packing up and going home and not worrying about it.

I know we probably all feel that way sometimes, and I certainly don’t want to sound like a “work martyr” (though I probably do), but I just need to blow off some steam today or I’m liable to up and quit, feel great for five minutes-

And then totally regret it.

There are so many frustrations I feel right now to the point where I can’t even verbally process them, so I won’t try. I just feel sick over everything and that’s all I really know how to verbalize. I just feel like yelling, “Why won’t you listen to us?!!” to my managers. We’ve made it no secret that this marathon is going to take a long time to run, much longer than they’d like, yet they’re pushing forward with no concept of the actual situation…

Just one of my many grievances today. Couple that with the fact that we’re forced to move and, well, you’ve just mixed yourself a potent cocktail.

I also feel sad because I’m going to miss my anniversary and mom’s birthday, all for “the mission.” I know in the grand scheme of life it may not be that big of a deal, but right here and right now in the moment it seems so.

Why is it that when you’re feeling down you think of absolutely every possible negative thing going on in your life?

I mean seriously! My toast could have come out slightly burned and I would have lamented about it all day. I guess I’m sort of like that today. I’m lamenting about work, then missing my anniversary and mom’s birthday, then P going away to college, and not shaving my legs for a few days… see? You think of anything and everything to make you even more down.

How silly, right!?

Maybe I’m the only person that does that- but I bet not. There’s a lot of country songs to back me up.

I did get a nice surprise today, though. I got a text from my mom today saying my parents were going to pay for my cruise! I was shocked. What a loving gesture! Now all I have to cover is airfare and excursions. What a sweet thing. Getting that news was a day brightener. In fact, this cruise has definitely helped me get through the day lately. That and coming home to see Will.

Poor Will.

He LOVES when I have to work like I am now (<- a full blown sarcastic sentence).

I keep telling myself, “You just need to get through the next 2 weeks and things will be better,” and then once those 2 weeks are over, another thing comes up and I make myself another promise, “You just have to get through the next month and it will all be okay,” yet that day never comes. If I had a dollar for everytime I heard “After March things will be so much better” I’d be so rich. Here it is March and now we’ve just stretched things out until only God knows how long.

Believe it or not, I’M TRYING TO LIVE A LIFE HERE. I know work is #1 priority above God and family to you all (you being most people in my company, not you as in YOU), but I’ve made the decision to put work below those things.

I’m ready for my ship to sail. P, how many days is it again?? I ought to do a countdown of my own.

Instead I’m sitting at my desk, mentally shut down and dreading the moutain I’m about to climb. There seriously comes a point where overtime pay doesn’t matter.

See why I asked you to come back tomorrow?

Love you guys. 

A Series of Short Posts: 26 Feb 08: Drying Off

They turned the AC on. Hmm, do you think they read my blog?

Or maybe they saw the puddle under my chair…

A Series of Short Posts: 26 Feb 08: Sweating Like a Cow in Labor

It is sweltering in my office and it’s getting me so angry! The ladies in my office keep it so hot in here! I’m literally sweating, which is really embarrassing! You’d think they’d get the hint considering I’m fanning myself with a

BRIGHT

ORANGE

FOLDER.

It’s like the sun, waving back and forth- trying to get their attention. Only it’s not working.

I’ve wanted to post a big, long post about this very subject, but every time I start it gets me even hotter and madder so I just log off.

SWEATINESS GUYS! SWEATINESS!

Flo’s Kuntry Kitchen

First and foremost, thank you for “sharing the love” yesterday. I needed it.

Do you ever wish you could just rally all of us together onto Wisteria Lane- minus all the constant backstabbing and drama of course- and just live in a cute little community all in a row? Maybe I’m a bit over the edge on that one, but hey- I think it could be fun. I heart you guys, I really do.

Alright, enough with the mushy crap- let’s get started.

I’m sitting here at work today waiting.

I’ve officially realized what my REAL job title is!

I’m a Waitress!

I’m responsible for being incredibly nice, cordial, and submissive to my menopausal always changing never constant customer.

“Good morning sir, what can I get for you?”

“What can you get for me? I’ll tell you what you can get for me! How about a new face!”

“Yes, sir, right away sir.”

“You can also bring me a side of beef- not too done, but not too rare- but NOT medium, an iced tea with crushed ice, two baked potatoes with the skin removed, and a side of truffles- the mushroom kind!!”

“Uh, we don’t carry truffles. They’re rare and expensive.”

“Well then GET THEM!”

“Um, I think pigs crawl around in the heart of France sniffing them out.”

“Well you better get on a plane and get to sniffing! Oh- and I need to eat this in less than an hour.”

OR it goes like this:

“Hello sir, what can I get for you today?”

“Give me a few minutes to get back to you.”

“No problem.”

Repeat 5 minutes later.

Repeat again 5 minutes later.

Repeat.

Repeat.

REPEAT.

REFREAKINGPEAT.

Sometimes it goes like this:

“Hello sir, what can I get for you?”

“How about the special?”

“Coming right up!”

…waiting for the cook to prepare…

“Dinner is served, sir!”

“Hmm, well… now that I think about it- I don’t want the special anymore. Can you make me the lamb?”

“Coming right up!”

…waiting for the cook to prepare…

“Dinner is served, sir!”

“Hmm, this looks great, but you know… the beef sounds better. How about the beef?”

This goes on and on- preparing everything to the customer’s EXACT requests only to be asked for something else again

And again

And again

And AFREAKINGAIN!

I also have to clean up a lot of crappy messes- think a table full of rowdy junior high boys that just lost their season’s softball championship and are out to destroy everything in sight- while eating a huge plate of spaghetti on white linen tablecloths.

Cleaning. Lots of cleaning. Maybe I’m also a janitor…

Hey, I don’t even have to mention the waitress pay do I?

Alright I could go on and on about this (I’m actually having a lot of fun drawing comparisons!), but it’s time for me to leave (yay!). I should have saved this post for a day when I had time to think of all the other similarities! Oh well.

It’s your turn! What’s your “real” job??

the good, the bad, and the ugly (you’ve been warned)

The Good

P and I are going out tomorrow night. We’re going to have sushi- something I’ve never tried and have had no desire to try. I’m taking one for the team tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t spend the evening hurled over the toilet with projectile vomiting. I’m looking forward to this time with P. There won’t be many more opportunities like this and I really need to make the most of them while she’s 20 minutes away instead of 8,000 miles away.

The Bad

I have to work the weekend- again. I’m truly getting disgusted with work. It makes me feel sick to my stomach and I spend most of the day totally pissed off at the world. I hate that. That’s not who I am. Today has been a bad day. Long story short: I have to come in tomorrow to wait God knows how long on someone else to complete their part of a project when I already did mine. Then I have to assemble the thing and submit it. What a stupid waste of time. Can I tell you how tired I am of feeling this way? It’s not so much having to work all these hours (okay- a lot of it is), but it’s also so much more I just don’t feel right sharing on my blog. There’s so much stupid crap going on and I hate it all. I wish I could just call you guys up and tell you the whole story, but since I can’t I have to focus on the only bad part I feel I can share- the stupid piece of crap hours.

The Ugly

Here’s the kicker (this day gets better and better)- Will called and told me we have to move!

I seriously about lost it right there on the phone.

I’m already feeling fragile today, and this news just about pushed me over the edge. To make matters worse, I was totally ugly to Will because of my already bad mood and I was snippy with him on the phone. I hate that! Why was I such a grump to my poor Will today? There was no need for that. I totally let my frustration with today carry over into our conversation and I feel lousy for it.

Anyway- Will got a call from the housing manager today saying they’re refurbishing our apartment complex (good!), but that they aren’t going to allow dogs anymore (bad… very bad and ugly and terrible and no good- just awful). So- they’re booting all of us dog lovers out.

I’m totally bummed. I really love our apartment. I love it so much. Granted, it’s not home, but it’s our little refuge from the chaos of life here. It’s our secret hideout and they’re taking it away. This is the place we’ve lived the longest since we’ve been married. It’s going to be sad to move and go somewhere else.

Not to mention we’ve acquired a TON of crap during our three years here. Moving is going to be

SO

MUCH

FUN

YAY!

Moving is going to be a major pain in the butt. Especially into an apartment complex where everything has to be transported via a tiny elevator in a thousand trips. The sheer thought really stresses me. We’re going to talk about it this weekend and see what we think the best move is to make. We will have about a month, but I told Will we might as well see what’s available now and maybe move in the next few weeks.

What a serious bummer.

Another major downer is that I live close to my gym, and it’s incredibly convenient. I already paid through September because it’s cheaper to pay for a year than to pay by the month. For all of you that live in congested cities you know what a pain it is to get out at night and fight traffic to go anywhere. When we get home, we stay home. I’m definitely going to be losing money on my gym membership, even if I’m able to make it once or twice a week. FRUSTRATION guys! Frustration.

I’ll probably look back tomorrow and see what a drama queen I’m being about everything and be annoyed with myself. Today, however, I’m giving myself a free pass to whine and vent. So, please feel free to roll your eye over my crises. If I were you, I would too. I sound like Chicken Little today don’t I? “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” I realize these issues are so minor in the grand scheme of life, but I truly felt the need just to let everything out- and this is my choice venue.

I’m so ready to skip over tomorrow (minus dinner with P-dub). Heck- I’m ready to skip over the moving part and just be moved in. Okay, I’m getting all Adam Sandler and Click on you guys. I don’t really mean that. I just feel as though I am not myself at this place (work). I’m some quiet person with a terrible attitude. Granted, I rarely show that side, but it’s how I feel on the inside which is just as bad. Yesterday I prayed that God would simply just do what is best for me- whatever that is. That may not mean it’s what I think is best. I just have to continue to pray that God would do what’s best for me and take care of everything.

I just feel emotional (and fat) today- as you probably gathered. The house thing, the whole gym issue, work… I just want to go home and have a weekend to hide away and I won’t even get that. I feel totally blah today, which I believe is allowed from time to time, right? It’s got to be in some woman book of laws somewhere. I’m certain.

Thanks for listening to me vent. I know how much people LOVE reading about other people’s problems when they’ve got their own to deal with (ha).

<3

Monday Confessions

Remember The Talker? Well, between you and me I’ve been keeping my headphones on at all times in hopes that this person won’t talk to me.

Sometimes music isn’t even playing- but I keep the headphones on just to keep the appearance that I’m listening to music and

I

CAN’T

HEAR

YOU.

It hasn’t worked.

I can’t parallel park. I think I’ve maybe parallel parked three times since I’ve gotten my license. I’d rather park in the boonies and walk in a 5 below snow storm with gusting winds than parallel park right outside a store.

Boz peed on his random “floor spot” (you can read all about that a few posts down) this morning and I pretended not to see it so Will would clean it up. Yeah- I know. I’m sick and wrong. Shhh.

I had a venti skim latte today.

With 6 Sweet and Lows.

Last night we got a little Valentine’s Day care package from Will’s parents. A bag of Hershey’s Hugs was included. Will ate 3. I ate 3.

And then I took the bag in the kitchen and had 4 more. Don’t tell Will.

Alright, that’s enough secret sharing today. Anything you need to get off your chest?

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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