well dressed bitch

6-27-12


Bad mood alert.

Monarch was feeling the need to keep us up all night. Between trying to scratch his way out the screen door, trying to get into the boys’ room and other crazy cat activities, he was a menace. I was medicated due to the crippling cramps I was dealing with, so it is not fun to be that groggy while listening to him scratch on aluminum.

On top of that, the times I was able to sleep, I feel into twisted and dark dreams that when I woke up still haunted me. Walking in parking structures, being followed by Stabby Joe. Oh, and of course the standard Ken dumping me dream, which I no longer think means I worry that he is leaving me. Since just about all of my dreams have reoccurring characters and themes, and tend to represent something else, I have a feeling this is one of those times.

As if this wasn’t enough, I came in to work only to be greeted by the email. I have a meeting at 9 this morning with HR regarding the dress code.

Let me back up a second. Having not written a blog yesterday, this fun fact was not brought up yet. You see, on Tuesday, my fearless leader brought me in for a meeting. It was of course to cover some standard stuff, but the thing that stood out was what he started with. Apparently someone had reported that I was not adhering to the dress code. I expected the topic of my bright pink hair to be brought up. Shockingly, it was never mentioned. Instead, he proceeded to tell me that I can not wear halter tops. I should have laughed, but I was pissed. I snipped at him, and explained that this would of course not be a problem since I don’t own a halter top. He then proceeded to mention something about jeans, which I countered with the fact that I only have one pair of dark blue jeans that I wear to work.

He had the gall to continue and explain how I am always very fashionable and yet I now needed to talk to HR concerning the complaint. He had no information! What a stupid, fucking irresponsible manager to come to an employee with next to no information concerning a wrong doing, yet proceeded to scold me.

I went back to my desk and fired off a blog for the internal site. I was pissed. I even brought up the dress code itself, quoting it verbatim in the piece and pointed out there was no clause saying that jeans could only be worn on Fridays. Hell, there was NOTHING indicating any article of clothing that would be considered off limits. I continued my rant talking about how archaic of a policy it would be if it truly was indicating that our construction company, one in which we walk through a warehouse daily, work with customers who wear t-shirts and jeans, one in which the sales team dresses in t-shirts and jeans, one in which I NEVER see a customer in person and one in which ultimately put the dress code up to the discussion of the manager I report to, who was too fucking chicken shit to back me!

I ended it, trying to stay rational, even asking for those whopping 5 people who read my blogs on this site to let me know what it is that I wear that is so offensive. I hit post, and knew shit would hit the fan, but I didn’t care.

Yesterday morning I opted to delete it. It seemed to me that if someone had read it, it made no difference if I deleted it now.

This morning is when I got the meeting request.

It is supposed to be brief. It is with the director of HR. I happen to be dressed pretty conservative today. I know what the argument is going to be. We have to be careful since this is up to our parent company, not us. They are Japanese and much more formal. I understand, but that being said, I dress fine! I don’t have bra straps hanging out all over the place. I don’t tend to sport too much cleavage. I make sure I am well groomed. I have seen people around here in stripper shoes and short shorts. I would never thrown them under the bus, but it seems that I have been singled out, and I am unsure as to what it is that I have done this time to offend the masses.

I have a couple of suspects. There are obviously members of the department that could very well hold a grudge against me. NAG comes to mind, as does the girl who also gets frustrated with NAG. But honestly, the lead suspect is a member of HR. This is the guy in charge of safety and other bullshit tasks around here, including things like the fitness challenge contests. I have called him out a couple of times on his inefficiency. He moved over to our building semi recently and he comes in early like I do. He always gives me the hairy eyeball when I pass him. I don’t trust him. He is the person who stuck the old facilities manager behind me with no notice. I have a feeling that was punishment for both the guy behind me and for me. He doesn’t trust me for some reason, and since he now sees me more often due to his employee being seated behind me, I am guessing he has been looking for something to complain about.

I also suspect it is a guy since I could see a guy not knowing the difference between a halter top and some other kind of a top.

I feel bad for the two guys in HR I am meeting with. They are both super nice and I am coming in with full PMS raging anger. If I am going to have a bad morning, so will they.

Today will be rough since I cannot chew my gum. Yesterday I had my old crown removed and a temporary now resides in its place. The doc told me to be gentle with it for the next few weeks until I get the permanent one put in. I took this as a not so subtle way to tell me to steer clear of things like gum. This is unfortunate as gum tends to be my go to in order to not snack. I know I could probably chew gum on the other side of my mouth or even just suck on it, but I would like to know I can go a few weeks without gum.

Brianna seems to have injured her foot. It is a bit swollen and she isn’t putting any weight on it. I don’t know if this is from jumping down from the top bunk or from kid accident, but the good news is she is still in good spirits. She also was playing last night, even doing the kitten sprint away from battle. She noted the pain after getting pretty far away, and then spent some time stretching out her leg. I am hoping it is just a strain. For now, we are keeping an eye on it. It isn’t preventing her from eating or the standard functions, so for now we are in observation mode.

Lucy is a spazbot. She is extremely active and it has been difficult to not address her after she knocks something over with a Ricky Ricardo voice drawing out her name. It is pretty funny, actually, and she so far seems to respond to it, so it will be a fun kitty all around.

Is it wrong that I am debating on coming in tomorrow in a suit just to be bitchy?

I got the pleasure of teaching the boys how to make a tent yesterday. We had an old jersey knit sheet that had holes in it so we were going to get rid of it. I opted to give it to the kids. It was a fitted sheet, so even better for use in this tent activity. I showed them how to attach it to stools and the backs of chairs. Bobby had the bright idea to use this stick to put in the middle and this gave them more head room. It was a pretty sweet tent, and they then set up shop under it with their iPods and were all kinds of happy. It was awesome!

This afternoon will hopefully be spent de-frat boying the house. With three boys at home the last few days, you can tell it has become a dent of slack. Ken did a lot of work on Lego stuff in the front, but the younger boys are actually the main culprits for the main clutter. All three of them tend to be a little more relaxed in the rules of putting away breakfast dishes and toys keep migrating out into the living room. We also now have had Anthony over a few days and so this is extra distraction. I need to get things in better order to have some sense of calm. We have a bike ride this afternoon, too, so hopefully I will find some Zen in all of this.

I caught up with my Drop Dead Diva season 3, but sadly not in time to have been able to watch episode 1 online for free. I opted to pay the $3 to download it. I should be able to watch episodes 2 through 4 then online and then be caught up. It was tough watching the emotional season finality on the treadmill since crying and walking are a crazy combo.

Luckily I was able to keep my emotions in check because of creepy Uncle Fester. There is this new facilities dude who happened to be in the gym cleaning while I was in there. He looked at me all weird much of the time. Plus, I have seen him several times in the last few days and he always stares at me. It is freaky.

I need to do a prep for reports for next week. I figure if I get all of that setup today, I can also get them set up for next month since I will be gone and it is nice to have it all ready for my backup.