I just cannot even handle the amount of dysfunction at work with my mother
Oh, Nora. I totally, TOTALLY get that.
Everything that's going on with my granddad is stirring up deep, deep-rooted dysfunction in the larger extended family and everything is just sort of going to hell while I watch. My mom and non-caretaker!aunt (as well as my dad and uncle [non-caretaker!aunt's DH]) have hated Grandpa for decades, because of what an alcoholic bastard he was when the girls were growing up. Though as Grandpa got older and more senile, the hatred kind of evaporated and just turned into pity. But certainly not love.
So they don't want to deal with him now. Which is understandable.
It's pinged my own dysfunction in non-Granddad-related ways (I have no bad history with him) that I didn't even recognize until this morning, when I dug out a 20-year-old Violent Femmes cassette to listen to in the car on the way to work. (That tape, of course, being the Teenage Fuck Off! Rebellion tape I blasted constantly when I was 14-17 and needed to get my rebellion on.) I feel 14 again, like I have to take care of things because my irresponsible family -- the "adults" -- won't deal. I didn't make the connection until a few songs into the tape. I just woke up this morning inexplicably needing to listen to the Violent Femmes.
Well, YEAH. If I'm going to drag the dysfunction out of the mothballs, it needs the authentic soundtrack.
Though now that I've recognized what my lizard brain is doing, I feel much better, and I can reason it through. I'm NOT 14 any more, and I'm not responsible for my damn family. So there!
And the Femmes still rock.
Just say No, Sparky.
I got nothing, I can't even juggle. I'm in the middle of making dinner (steak, mashed potatoes, Greek salad) and Robert had Mallory in the living room...until he decided to test the speakers by playing the opening of Saving Private Ryan at about 30 dbs. That went over well with Mal.
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Vote no, Sparky. Probably enough people will vote yes to stop the email that you'll get the best of a bad situation--moral high ground, and no more annoying emails.
Jilli, my son wants to see some of Pete's cards. Is there a Pete-devoted website anywhere? I couldn't find it on Google.
Search for Pete Lastname on eBay. Pete has been too busy to get the information together for a site, else there would have been one up in October or so.
Every other Friday they have "Payday Socials" which basically means beer in the conference room at 4:30. Well, as mentioned, I leave at 2:30 so I miss these gatherings.
Today, they switched it up to "Payday Breakfast" in the conference room right next to me. There are bagels, a variety of spreads, cereal, bananas, cut fruit, juice, various flavors of coffee, orange juice - and other stuff. Nice way to kill some time and fill up the tummy.....
you should protest. If they have beer at Socials, they should have mimosas at breakfast.
Nora and Teppy, I'm sorry you're both having so much family craxy.
SE Florida. Alas, quite a long way from Tampa, about 4 hours. Good for me because I wouldn't want to live in Tampa, but sad making that I won't be able to hook up with your DH.
Ah, poop. Not just the dh, all of us. We're thinking of going with him and making a family vacation out of it. We're going to see if his employer will give him a fuel allowance in lieu of plane fare. Is askye anywhere near there? Are there any other Floridaistas near there?
I like the way you think Vortex. Or a little Bailey's for the coffee....
Everything that's going on with my granddad is stirring up deep, deep-rooted dysfunction in the larger extended family and everything is just sort of going to hell while I watch.
Yep.
I just... forget sometimes. She does such a good time covering it up, and putting focus on others (my dad and my grandmother) that I let myself be fooled, and I think everything's great and relatively normal, and just... no. No, not at all.
I could not even IMAGINE how awful it would be if my mother's parents were still alive. OMG.
Basically, I made the mistake of telling her I was worried about her and urging her to accept help if it was offered, and asking for help if she needed it. Oh, I won't do that again.
Gronk.
I just got my final paycheck. They took out Medical, Dental, Life insurance and Flex Spending at this year's rate.
Except that as an ex-employee, I'm no longer eligible for that.
I gritted my teeth and girded my loins, relaxed and called the HR person who fired me.
I was all polite and cordial. I figure that when people check on my past employers, I should not give them a reason to say things about me to potential employers.
We're going to see if his employer will give him a fuel allowance in lieu of plane fare.
Odds are you'll be driving through Atlanta.
