....and we're back.

I did not buy any Easter candy aside from what I gave mac in his basket. His basket, the actual basket will be a new silly spring purse for me. It is pink with a pink bunny peep on it. I loves it.

I did go out and buy bad for me food for lunch. Just entered the calories and thank goodness I'm still under 2000 for the day, but not under the 1500 max I should be at.

right, I should start daily entries on the accountability page on fb again.

My staff at work are not getting along. One of the older women who works there complains that most of the younger women do nothing. I admit that some of the younger women are not self-starters, but they never flat out refuse to do things I prompt them to do and they don't "forget" more often than the older women. When there are two staff on shift, and the staff know the work well, and know each other well, we often end up not really talking about who is going to do what; we just do it. But if you try to take that approach with someone who either is not a self-starter or who organizes tasks in their minds diffently than you do, it doesn't work. You have to talk to each other. I have said that to the older woman. Based on the way she "mmhmm"ed and rolled her eyes when I said it, together with the way the younger women do what I talk with them about, I believe that the older woman is taking the position that she prefers doing everything herself to initiating a conversation, then getting bitchy in front of the people we support when she feels the division of labor is not fair.

I don't know how to fix this.

In honor of the recent holiday, a come-to-Jesus meeting?

I got a lot done today: several helpful meetings, and a bunch of stuff finally came in to let me move some projects forward and off my desk. That said, I have a pile of comments to give a contractor on a crappy report they submitted, and I don't wanna. I hate confrontation...

The Boss (ie the dog) had a mastectomy today (to remove a cyst that keeps getting infected), and she's just laying around while she works off the sedation. It's kind of cute. But it's going to be hard for her because she is not to exercise for 2 weeks, and she'll go crazy with boredom.

The Tatums are separating. I'm more upset by this than makes sense.

I walked a vigorous 5 miles yesterday. My ass hurts and my legs are working a little funny. And I've got 2+ hrs of driving for a 10 minute appointment tomorrow. Forms all printed, directions memorized, ids in hand. I'm really in a fucktheman mood about this.

My desire to lose weight and not spend money is being severely challenged by my desire to eat my way out of frustration.

Me, every minute of every day.

The Tatums are splitting? That makes me sad, too.

Aw, Tatums.

In honor of the recent holiday, a come-to-Jesus meeting?

I don't know how to do those.

I have struggled for an entire year dealing with the complaints of the older women against the younger women - they let some issue build up for months without saying anything to me about it, finally say something, I tell them "Ok I will have a chat with ..., let me know if there are further issues". I talk with the person, nobody says anything for months, I assume the little chat took care of the issue, but meanwhile the thing is still going on, but the experienced staff are back to not saying anything and letting their frustration build up until it explodes. They tell me the thing is still a problem, so I have another chat, with a different approach, ask them to tell me right away if there are further issues, but instead they say nothing for months... lather, rinse, repeat. I ask my supervisor for help, she simply says, "you're doing a wonderful job, don't worry." What makes it worse is that I'm kind of ticked off with the more experienced staff, because they were the ones training the young ones in. If they took the approach in training them that it was easier to do everything themselves than to by god explain and teach.... what do they expect?!?

I tried to get everyone to collaborate on a detailed list of duties and how to carry them out. I wrote down an outline, left room for comments... not a jot, not a tittle.