It Was a Day, in a Week of Days

Let's see, Fedex guy asked me sometime this week how I wound up doing this, told him I needed a job, they offered, and here I am.
I got a talking to  because my 30 minute lunch was only 28 because I can't remember what time I left, and I'm supposed to take an hour, but I was having a day so there we go.
It's been kinda like that. There are lots of rules, and I try to follow them, but still get in trouble when other people don't follow them so it's been a week.
I'm tired, but at least I'm not stressed. I don't care that much. At least as long as I have a job, I can move on if I need to, and right now I'm good because I'll get insurance next week so yay!
I can go get poked and prodded if the need arises, and it hasn't in a long time so it's just money I'm pissing away, but anyway. I need to throw some ice on my shoulders and sleep. Later kids.

It's Another One of Those

Got paid today, WOOHOO! It's not much, but I work for it dammit. And I dunno.
Annie got paid Tuesday, and she's broke. Part of that is because she pays the real bills around here, and part of it is I don't know what and pretty sure I don't want to know, so there we go.

I'll be looking for another job, either a part timer to help with this one, or a real money one, and who am I kidding? I'm getting insurance next week, I'll stick with this one until they get tired of me. That may happen before I'm ready for it too since I've gotten the "cover your ass" speech twice, once implied, and the other implicit. I had to go look to make sure I used the right word there too, and yes, I did. I'm still good, I just have no self-confidence anymore. Working on that too.

Cat was a good boy today, he finally caught that fly, and he's been My boy since I walked in the door, so I guess I should go enjoy my lap time with him. He comes to bed with me, but leaves in the middle of the night. At least he leaves his toy to guard me when he's not there. I'm pretty sure that scrawny kitten is the best investment I ever made.

Regrets, but not Mine

I had an e-mail from my Mother this morning, apologizing for not being a better one. It was long, and detailed, and I sat on it all day because I wasn't sure what to do with it.
I finally, after many beers, responded, and I think I could have done it better, but I did what I could.

She sees thing this way, I see things that way, and as much alike as we are, we don't see the same things. I see the woman who was widowed way early, and it should have been earlier because he was an Ass of the first degree, but I woudn't have sisters if that hadn't happened. That woman worked several jobs to keep us fed and clothed. She's the strongest person I know because she had a shitty life, and turned it into a good life for her daughters.

I'm not what she wanted me to be, but I think I'm a decent person. Middle Sis was the most like Mom, and the least like her at the same time. Mom survived her death, my being different, and Babysis being, well, the Baby Hellion. She mourns, but she loves, and she does it all with grace and dignity, and I told her she has nothing to aplogize to me for.  I wouldn't be me without the hard times and the good times, and her.
I think she did OK.