Life

So this week has been right up there with the ones in the past. Work has not been getting any better and actually it has been getting worse. I am not getting physically sick when I enter the room with my customer who has been giving me problems, I am not sleeping well and I am just getting stressed out.

I used to really like my job and what I do, but now this customer has just turned my life into a shit storm and I dread going into the office. If I have to send an Email to her or if the phone rings, my stomach begins to turn in fear of what may happen. That is no way to have to conduct business, or even have to go about my day at work.

I went to the doctor today to try to get some help with my current situation and she has begun to start me on some meds that may help me deal with my working situation. We’ll see how this work, but talk about a non-health work environment. This customer has created a hostile work environment, and it seems the only way I can be there is in a medicated state. My doctor thinks the meds will help me be less anxious and able to deal with the customer. I hope so.

On a good note, my aunt had her breast surgery on Wednesday and everything went well. Her doctor was able to remove all the cancer and she will not need chemo. My aunt will need some recuperation time at home and then everything will be back to normal. My grandmother and her 3 sisters all died of cancer, so this was a touchy situation my family was dealing with, and we are all glad it turned out great.

That’s it for now, more to come later. Have a great weekend.

Peace,
DeMo

More Bad News

I heard from my Aunt and she found out that one of the tumors is malignant and will have to be removed. She is scheduled for surgery next Wednesday. As far as she understands they are just going to remove the mass and not the breast. She may need chemotherapy, but I am not sure. I just seems that the news this weeks keeps getting better.

My customer at work is not making my life any easier and has totally stressed me out. No matter what I email out it seems to be wrong. The responses I get back are all confrontational, so I have decided to just forward all emails to my manager. I figure it is safer and let him deal with her. I am finished with her for now. I am just ready head to the doc’s office and get some meds to deal with her. It just is not an ideal situation to be in and I wish my company would do something about it.

The only good news is, is that I am taking Friday off, since I have worked so much and I have the extra hours to burn off. I can finally get my hair cut, since I have not been able to since my last cut back in Aug went I back to GA (Aug 5th). Talk about the shaggy do.

Well I am heading to bed, depression tires you out.

Peace,
DeMo

Best Week Ever, Yea Right

This past week was a trying week at work. My customer has gone out of her way to be a big pain in the you know where more than usual. It seemed no matter what was said or what was done it was never right. Then the culminating factor if her being unprofessional was her sending me, my project manager and my technical lead an email that started off by saying “Who the #&%@ do you think you are?”

Now I am no linguist by any means, but I am sure #&%@ means FUCK. Then she went on in non-coherent English about trying to take credit for a paper we were writing. It’s a longer story to tell you, so let’s just say, this paper was already discussed, and the receiving party already knew who was writing the paper. Plus, if anyone read an email by her, they would know she couldn’t write a proper sentence. But I digress. My customer was mad because there was an email which gave a deadline for this paper and she was not cc’ed on it by the person asking for the paper. Once I read the email, I called her and sent her the email and that was her response.

She was mad that there were emails going back and forth without her knowing it, yet it was just a follow up on a meeting we had the day before, which she gave her OK to work on. If this isn’t making much sense to you, try living it. I have been dealing with this lady for the past 3 years it is getting rough. She took my manager into a side room and yelled at him about this like he was her son or something.

The saddest part of this all is that this is not the first time she has acted in this manner and we all know this is not going to be the last. The powers that be can not do anything because she is our customer and she basically pays our contract. It sucks when you’re being abused and there is nothing you can do about it. I know if this were a marriage and I was being abused like this everyone would say get the hell out of there, why are you staying with her, but since this is a job and my company can’t really do anything I just have to grin and bare it. I guess the old school saying fits here “Thank You Sir May I Have Another.” Actually, my mother told me this…”Be careful of the asses you kick on the way to the top, you never know which one you’ll have to kiss on the way down!” I think she heard that on the VIEW…which makes it hard to even type, but it is perfect for this situation. Hope your week was better than mine.

Peace,
DeMo

Crikey

Today we lost a great entertainer, Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. He was doing what he does best and filming for his series “Ocean’s Deadliest”. He was filming stingrays when he swam too close and was pierced threw the heart by its poisoned barb.

Stingrays have a serrated, poison-loaded barb, or spine, on the top of their tail to use as their defense system. Experts say it is unusual for stingrays to actually attack humans and to cause a fatal blow is extremely unusual. For Irwin to have been hit and to have been killed by a stingray is completely unfortunate.

The stingray stuck Irwin right below his check cavity and the barb made its way through his heart. Once on board his boat, his team rushed to get him to the closest hospital, but when the helicopter arrived to take him to the ER, he was pronounced dead.

I know I am going to miss this Aussie because of his dedication and in-depth presentations he would show us of all the interesting animals and reptiles we share the Earth with. His enthusiasm and energy would captivate the audience while educating at the same time. He opened a world of mystery and fright to the world and showed us that not all creatures are deadly and should be treated with malice.

Irwin was 44 and leaves behind his wife, Terri, his 8 year old daughter, Bindi Sue, and his soon to be 3 year old son, Bob.

Peace,
DeMo

Someone Else's Life

Have you ever felt like your life is just on cruise control and no matter how hard you try to step on the gas, or change your course you just can’t seem to alter your reality. That is how I feel. There is just so much going on in my life it just seems like I am looking in at someone else’s life because I can’t seem to do anything about it.

As I wrote earlier, my uncle is now living with my parents and I guess he is looking for a new job, so he can start to work a good 40 hrs a week. His current job is not giving him 40hrs every week and that causes him to have financial issues. Not being able to pay his bills, thus him living with my folks.

My parents are still cold to each other because the tension is still there. My uncle makes my parents feel uncomfortable in their own home. They try not to even be home when he is there. It is just not fair for my parents to live their lives in avoidance of my uncle. My family from Boston has already given him the riot act about being a leach, but I don’t think it made a difference.

I spoke to my aunt who lives in Boston and she said she went to the doctor the other day. She had him look a lump on her left breast and after a good check they found 2 lumps on her right breast as well. She is going for a biopsy on Friday and then has to wait all weekend for her results. I feel so bad because she has to go through all this pressure and unknowing without her family. Her sister, my mom, and her brother, my loser uncle, live in GA. I am sure at a time like this she would really like them near by.

My grandmother and her 3 sisters died of cancer, so I know those statistics are weighing heavy on my aunt's mind. I can only wish her luck and pray that everything works out fine. I guess we just have to sit and wait for 2 weeks to find out.

Peace,
DeMo

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