Work feels like it is taking up so much of my time recently.  I have so many reports to get done, besides the other things that come up.  I'm going crazy.  I hate stopping when I'm in the middle of something to get something done.  Let me tell you how it went.

Last week a co-worker asked me to give her some information that I  could access.  I already a report designed containing just the specific information she needed.  I told her I'd be happy to forward this to her.  That wasn't good enough.  She wanted me to TYPE IN 462 pieces of information into her spreadsheet.  Not happening.  I compromised.  I took her spreadsheet, threw it in my database and let Access add my info.  Sent her the “new” spreadsheet this morning.  She emails me, telling me to move my information around on the spreadsheet.  I compromised once.  I'm not an AA nor am I her AA.  No offense to AA's out there.  I just have other things to do. 

 email her instructions on how to cut and paste a column in Excel.  Wait until you hear what she comes back with.  She sends me an email stating that she knows how to do this.  She said she asked me to create the report so she didn't have to (wtf???).  I need the column moved. 

My parents don't talk to me like that.  No one talks to me like that.  No one should talk to anyone like that.  I don't talk to my 6 year old son like that.  Nope, not doing it.  My co-worker in my department emailed her back and suggested she do it herself and if she has any problems with that, then contact our supervisor. 

Gotta love the job!

Work feels like it is taking up so much of my time recently.  I have so many reports to get done, besides the other things that come up.  I'm going crazy.  I hate stopping when I'm in the middle of something to get something done.  Let me tell you how it went.

Last week a co-worker asked me to give her some information that I  could access.  I already a report designed containing just the specific information she needed.  I told her I'd be happy to forward this to her.  That wasn't good enough.  She wanted me to TYPE IN 462 pieces of information into her spreadsheet.  Not happening.  I compromised.  I took her spreadsheet, threw it in my database and let Access add my info.  Sent her the “new” spreadsheet this morning.  She emails me, telling me to move my information around on the spreadsheet.  I compromised once.  I'm not an AA nor am I her AA.  No offense to AA's out there.  I just have other things to do. 

I email her instructions on how to cut and paste a column in Excel.  Wait until you hear what she comes back with.  She sends me an email stating that she knows how to do this.  She said she asked me to create the report so she didn't have to (wtf???).  I need the column moved. 

My parents don't talk to me like that.  No one talks to me like that.  No one should talk to anyone like that.  I don't talk to my 6 year old son like that.  Nope, not doing it.  My co-worker in my department emailed her back and suggested she do it herself and if she has any problems with that, then contact our supervisor. 

   Gotta love the job!

My son is at home sick today.  He's actually been sick since Monday.  Strep throat and scarlet fever.  Poor baby.  I'm one of the lucky ones though.  My son is definitely not a complainer.  He's just scratching himself constantly.  Hopefully I'll send him back to school on Friday.  Just in time for a 1/2 day of school.  My boss must love me!

Heaven's Special Child

Author presently unknown

A meeting was held quite far from earth,
It’s time again for another birth.
Said the angels to the Lord above;
This special child will need much love
His progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments he may not show.
And he’ll require extra care,
From the folks he meets down there,

He may not run or laugh or play,
His thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways he won’t adapt, and he’ll
Be known as handicapped.

So let’s be careful where he is sent, we want
His life to be content.

Please, Lord, find the good friends who, will
Do a special job for you.

They will not realize it right away, the leading
Role they’re asked to play.
But with this child sent from above, comes
Stronger faith and richer love.
And soon they will know the privileges given,
In caring for their gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild, in

Heaven’s very special child.

God Sent Me An Angel

By Paul Dammon 11/96

God sent to me an angel,
it had a broken wing.
I bent my head and wondered
"How could God do such a thing?"

When I asked the Father
why He sent this child to me,
the answer was forthcoming,
He said "Listen and you'll see."

"My children are all precious,
and none is like the rest.
Each one to me is special,
and the least is as the best.

I send each one from Heaven
and I place it in the care
of those who know my mercy,
those with love to spare.

Sometimes I take them back again.
Sometimes I let them stay.
No matter what may happen
I am never far away.

So if you find an angel
and you don't know what to do,
remember, I am with you,
love is all I ask of you."

Ok I'll start with the usual “mingle” talk.  28 years young.  Single Mother.  Beautiful son.  Work.  Rent.  Own Car.  Me in a nutshell. 

I'll be adding more as I go along including pics, loads more entries, links, different layout.  All that fun stuff!