My lead painter injured her leg this week and that throws her out of the running for Paint Queen. Dara and I, as Paint Princesses, must step up to the plate. That means I'll be spending lots and LOTS of time at church over the next two weeks. More than normal, I mean.
My new position has been put off a week because the department director can't take a hour to listen to the proposal. Granted, he made time to come the Sexual Harassment Awareness Training that he had ALREADY taken, but he can't take a little hour to make the world a nicer place. Did I mention the training was four hours long?
I suppose I can hang in there one more week, but two weeks ago I had myself set to hang on for two weeks, and now I'm pretty much out of rope. I don't want another week of dialer and hang ups and people who don't pull their share. But such is life. I'm thinking of moving to Italy because I'm sure things like this don't happen in lovely villas in Italy.
And then I'll wake up, screaming.
Have a good one!