Saturday, February 26, 2011

Despicable Me

I'm one of those people that other people like. It's just the way I am, and I'm used to it.

I think people like me because I like them. I truly enjoy seeing pictures of people's grandchildren and hearing about their vacations. I laugh at people's jokes because I really think the jokes are funny, and I always take the time to let people know if they've done a great job at something or if there is something outstanding about their character. Honestly, when I go to bed at night, I think back over my day and make sure that I've treated everyone well. If I haven't, I ALWAYS apologize for what I've done.

Sure, I've made a few enemies in forty-two years, like when someone has an affair with my husband or when I'm forced to take a moral stand against someone or something. (Even when Danny's girlfriend came to my house for some inexplicable reason, I hugged her because my heart broke for her. She was clearly in pain because she had been dumped by a man that she loved and I wanted her to feel better. I know: I'm an idiot, but that's just the way I roll.)

But those situations are definitely the exception to the rule that people just like me.

So, imagine my surprise when I found out that the entire staff at my new job hates me. Actually, I'm exaggerating. The entire staff doesn't hate me; it's only about 98% of the staff that hates me. ME!

The other day I went into one of the nurses' stations at work and happened to look up at the cork board with the memos on it. Held onto the cork board with a pushpin was a memo about me from corporate. It said, "Please welcome Melissa..." It felt really good to read it--for about a millisecond. Then I noticed that someone had written above it in big letters, "NO!"

NO! Seriously? They weren't going to welcome me?

Just because I tell them to get back to work, write them up for poor job performance, and fire them?

Sometimes being the boss really BLOWS!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Martyrdom and Laziness

I really miss my blog. I mean, really.

My blog is my creative outlet in life, but I've had absolutely no time to devote to it. I've been so busy running a nursing home, practicing law, raising three kids, taking care of my mother, and figuring out a relationship. And being a martyr. The martyr thing takes A LOT of time. Trust me.

So... I finally took down my Christmas decorations! The beautiful wreath my sister, Debbie, made me came down last week, and I took in the Christmas welcome mat two days ago. Booyah! It's all in before Easter! Hopefully, the neighbors aren't talking about us again this year. They should be, though, because all I did was move the welcome mat from from the outside of the door to the inside of it. I expend so much energy being a martyr that I just couldn't bring myself to walk the mat ALL THE WAY downstairs and put it in the designated Christmas mat storage spot.

Now it's almost time to put up the Spring decorations. But I have a jump on that one: I just never took them down from last year. That's right, they've been mixed with my Christmas decorations all winter. My neighbors really want me to move.

As an aside, I never change my clocks for Daylight Savings Time, either. It takes way too much energy when it's just going to be that same time in six months. Several years ago when my family came over for Christmas dinner, my nephew, Shane, couldn't stand my clocks, so he changed them to the proper time. The next morning, my then seven year-old daughter ran into my bedroom absolutely horrified and screamed through her tears, "Mom, someone broke into our house and changed the time on all our clocks!"

So, I apologize for my jumbled, stream-of-consciousness thoughts today. It's not my best writing and it's really kinda boring, but I wanted to give a shout out to my 24 followers and let you know that I miss you!