Trumped

There are no words to describe just how very much I love my boyfriend.

Only a day away...

Advance thanks to my awesome brother, wonderful boyfriend and great parents - and of course, the impeccable timing of my current phone's slow and painful death. By this time tomorrow, I'll be the proud owner of this badass new phone. Check it out:

Passed me by

Looking for a new job while in a relatively secure position is a scary thing. Yet in the middle of chaos and underappreciation, I took a chance to move to greener pasture, to an institutional icon. I fear that I waited too long. The position is filled. I guess it tells me what my path should be for the immediate future: stay where I am and whip it into shape. If I get my way with the things I'm working on right now, I'm going to revolutionize the place and have wonderful and impressive new bullet points on my resume. And the credit will come back to me. I'm building great things for the future.

It also makes me wonder that if I am going to continue to this field, if I'll ever be able to move out of middle management without advanced degrees. But I'm between a rock and a hard place on this decision - it's always been in my plans to go to grad school, but there is no way that I am going to take out more loans to do so. Maybe I should just stick it out and let my years of experience - and pension - pile up. Then we shall see where the road will lead.

Mega millions is up to 89 mil - it only takes a buck, right?

The Adventure Continues

So many good things about living in Detroit. The pleasure of dealing with the 36th District Court has to top the list.

About six weeks ago I had a court date and was found "not responsible". That officially means that my officer didn't have all of the paperwork and that he could not rewrite or reissue the ticket. It probably also means I got off because I was nice to the cop, had no record and he just pulled me over because he was under his quota the month before. Case closed, right?

Not in the D.

Today in the mail I got a postcard saying "notice of failing to comply with judgement".

My first thought: But my judgement was not respsonsible. Am I not going to comply with that?

My second thought: Actually I had no second thought, I just started laughing out loud. That sums it all up.

And how excited am I that I get to spend my life next week trying to reach a human being at the 36th? I am beyond words right now - but only because I'm still laughing.

It's been good

So my plan is working. On Monday I went to work with a carefree attitude and was able to talk several coworkers out of anger-driven attacks with my fresh perspective. It's Wednesday and I haven't gotten angry once this week. Not only is it because I'm making every effort not too, but because I do not ever want to relive the events, feelings and emotional nightmares of last week. Never, ever again. And I feel great being in control of my emotions at work and not letting them get the best of me. It's almost like I have the upper hand on all of them, especially since I let my frustrations be seen by so many people. Since only I have the power to affect change for myself and those around me, I'm up to the plate and ready to take the fast balls.

It's been said that the reason I probably get so upset is because I take it too personally or I care too much. But I think my work matters and I want to take it personally. To me, it is personal. And I want to care because I think what I do matters to a lot of people and I have a responsibility to care. On the other hand, if some of my coworkers won't care or listen to my ideas, then I'm not going to care AS much. I haven't cared AS much all week and it's been treating me pretty good. I'm actually really proud of my plan and seeing it carried through. It's help me become myself again - and I think I'm helping other people who are fed up at work not to care either. I feel like I'm leading a revolution or something. Ha.

Speaking of leading - I'm getting really close to firing at least one of my staff members, if not more. It should be a learning experience for all of us. And it's not because I'm angry, it's because they might as well be holding my shoulders, shaking me and screaming that they no longer want to be employed. All of my coaching and nurturing as their supervisor won't help them come back from the dark side.

I guess you can start to call me Luke now. I won't mind. :)