Saturday, May 22, 2010

Depressed, dejected and disgusted

Will she or won't she be
  • dooced
  • ?

    This'll be the first weekend since we've bought the boat that it will be decent enough to get it out. If not for that fact, I'd probably sit out on the deck and drown my sorrows in a margarita...or six.

    Hell, maybe I can kill two birds with one stone. I'll sit on the boat and drown my sorrows with a margarita or six.

    I'm depressed because after June 30th, I'll no longer have a job.

    I'm dejected because I friggin love my job, my boss and the people I work with, and not only am I being pink-slipped, the job itself will cease to exist. There's no possibility I...or any of us...can be called back.

    Poof! Gone with the wind.

    I'm thoroughly disgusted with the whole friggin government...from the White House to the State of Illinois...oh, especially with the State of Illinois...right on down to Peoria County.

    It's the trickle-down theory in action, doncha know?

    My head understands that grant money is grant money and general funds are general funds and never the twain shall meet. My head also understands that you have to live within a budget and be fiscally responsible...especially with other people's money.

    But my heart is having a damn hard time accepting the fact that, while five or six ...what I consider to be essential programs...not to mention 35-40 positions...are being eliminated, they continue to hire Executive-Directors-of-This and Administrative-Assistants-of-That; they continue to plan a total remodeling project; they recently bought property that sits adjacent to the building because they need more room.

    Ya know, that kinda shit just plain hurts.

    I guess they'll have plenty of room now...with damn near a quarter of the employees gone.

    I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised. I mean, we are talking about the "government", after all. And since when has anything they've done since signing the Constitution really made any sense?

    There are so many things about this action that are just...wrong.

    I really don't think that the powers that be have any idea the impact that this will have on the people we serve and the community as a whole. I don't think they really understand just exactly what it is that we do.

    And I'm pretty sure they could give a rat's ass about the people's lives they're totally fucking up. Oh, I'll be fine. But there are an awful lot of other people that won't. And that just breaks my heart.

    Ah well. I just keep reminding's the government and the government's being run by politicians.

    Why should I be the least bit surprised?

    Monday, May 17, 2010

    I think I might live

    Whatever that was, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

    Ok, I might wish it on my worst enemy.

    I woke up Friday morning with a sore throat. By Friday night, I was sure I was gonna die. Chills and fever, body aches, headache, stuffy nose...check, check, check and check.

    I had it all. Even my damn hair hurt.

    I alternated between the sofa and the bed for three straight days...totally shot the whole weekend...but today I felt pretty good.

    I'm pretty sure it wasn't H1N1...I've been vaccinated. But whatever it was, it was damn ugly.

    The only bright spot in the whole weekend...other than losing 7 pounds...was the news that I'd won
  • Relic's Quirky Landmark Contest
  • for last week.

    Yippee! I won a $10 gift cert from Relics and a free pastry from
  • Cracked Pepper Bakery
  • .

    That made me feel a little better.

    Monday, May 03, 2010

    Now there's somethin ya don't hear every day, Chauncy

    (I dunno where that saying came from, but my parents used to say it.)

    I stopped by
  • Relics
  • , 3402 NE Adams this afternoon.

    I love the quirky, funky little offers antiques, really unusual and sorta vintage jewelry...oh, just a little of everything.

    And their customer service just can't be beat.

    I found a couple of pieces of jewelry that I just couldn't live without. I took 'em up to the counter and very nice young man greeted me...I think it was the owner. I was thrilled with my "finds", but disappointed to learn they don't take credit cards.

    Unfortunately, I had exactly two dollars and some change in my billfold...and here's the conversation that ensued:

    Me: "You don't take credit cards?"

    Him: "No, sorry. Cash or check only."

    Me: "Ahhh...ok. Well can you hold these for me and I'll stop in later this afternoon. I have some other errands and I'll hit the ATM before coming back."

    Him: "Do you live around here? Or work?"

    Me: "I live in Chillcothe, but work here in town."

    Him: "Well, just take the stuff and stop in tomorrow and pay for it."

    Me: ......(standing there with my mouth open)

    Him: "Really. It's fine. Just take it and stop in tomorrow."

    Me: "Oh, no, no...I'll run my errands and stop at the ATM."

    So that's what I did.

    But I still can't believe he offered to let me just take the stuff with just my word that I'd be back to pay for it.

    I must have a really honest face. heh