Nov. 8th

Three and a half months to go.  Somewhere around 42 days.  I love "42."
Some updates.  By a lucky coincidence, just as we were dismantling the wall and getting ready to put the door in, Lulu decided a door would be a good idea.  Whew!  That worked out.  My Dad really worked his butt off on that project, and did such a nice job.  Thanks Dad!  It is so nice to be able to go out the back door.
Emma bought herself a large trampoline.  So with the deck, the door, the bbq on the deck, and Emma's trampoline, we're all set for summer!
Also, we got a new dog.  Well, first, we had to put our old dog down.  Woodrow.  He was such a huge part of my life.  I'll write a separate post all about him when I can.  That is, when I don't mind bawling.
So, we got Jack.  Emma picked him out.  He's an awesome dog who needs A LOT of training.

Back to the subject of work.  Yesterday, Monday, was pretty typical in that I came home and looked for other jobs.  I still haven't quite figured out what frustrates me so much about my job.  I mean, it's easy money, really.  Not quite enough money, but easy.   I can't stand anybody I work with (Except Lulu -- she's nutty, but she's like family) so that could be it.  But if so, why can't I just not think about them?  I rarely have to work directly with any of them.  And the things that irritate me really aren't important at all.

It's all a mind game, I guess.  I feel like co-workers are crapping in my territory, but it's not really my territory.  And when or if it ever is, I can get rid of anyone who bothers me.  Right now it really doesn't matter if everyone else does stuff the stupid way, as long as I only have to work 3 days a week.

Since it's Tuesday Morning, things are looking up.  There are a number of things that will likely irritate me, but at the end of the day my work week will almost be over.