Critical mass ?

We may have reached critical mass around here. The moving company comes tomorrow to estimate the move. Boxes are lined up and ready to pack. The new space has been finalized and most importantly the internet is hooked up and good to go. We will officially be in our new office July 1^st. 

 What’s that you say fellow Canadians? July 1^st isn’t that a holiday? Why yes . Did you know it falls on a Thursday, and for some cockamamie reason our government has the foresight to decide that Canada’s birthday MUST be celebrated on the actual day and not moved to the following Friday. COME ON!! Every child who celebrates a birthday during the week has to wait until the weekend to have the birthday party. Couldn’t we do the same for Canada’s birthday?  

Apparently even statutory holidays mean little to the self absorbed. You see yahoo wanted me to be at work on the 1^st because * insert whiny voice here and perhaps a little foot stomp* it is our official first day in the new office. When I explained that it was a HOLIDAY and that I would NOT be in the office, his response was, well what am I supposed to do?

Oh I don’t fucking know?? How about not go in and take the day off like the rest of the country!? NO ONE IS GOING TO CALL!!!

On a side note, I did prevail in my not coming in on the 1^st and in addition to that I managed to take the Friday off so indeed I will get a long weekend. Employee’s with several weeks of vacation accrued can be a royal pain in the tucka apparently? Who knew?

I will be thankful and probably massively hung-over for a day or two once this move is completed. OK I won’t be hung-over at work- I will actually be partaking in this little endeavour on my days off while others are moving my stuff, so that I may actually want to return to my employment.  Because right now I don’t think I can take much more and just the very thought of having to drag my butt – which is no small feat let me tell you into the office is enough cause for committal.

Suffice it to say for many reasons that I cannot get into, I have been rather whacked out on the stress front. Trying to organize someone who prides themselves on not being organized is like herding horny cats. Little buggers howl, grown and are always dashing off somewhere to get….some while the herder is left with a ripe o’ litter box.

I am clinging to the fact that once this move/divorce is over that my work life will resume some sort of normalcy. Although I have  yet to see any indication of what the hell normal actually IS around here,  let alone what normal is going to be . There will be less factors to have to deal with; no trolls or righteous I know more than you do because I am older than you bu,t have never done your job receptionists.

I hope that is a little ray of sunshine I see there peeking between the clouds.

AA