The Suck Hole

Yes Im back but for how long, I cannot tell you...at least until work sweeps me back into the suck hole that has become my life. Not to bitch, but holy cripes, work has been miserable! Im doing 21/2 people's jobs. After our director and assist director got fired, a new director shuffled in and no more rehires, (thank you recession)Im tasked with picking up the pieces after a brutal audit and lets just say crazy people. We did hire one new part time person. Aaaaand...she's a crier. Now I do understand crying, Lord knows I have done my share, but honestly, when all you do is sit around saying you feel bad about this and that, running into my office every 5 minutes to ask questions like, "where do you want me to put the tape?" and "How do I open the batteries to the camera" and then crying in the bathroom for 1/2 an hour for something that happened a month ago (like causing a printer jam), I'm beyond repair. The other person sits around stewing in her "I have a PhD but am reduced to working as a program coordinator" stew spewing hate and contempt for the rest of the world. Luckily I can be quite frank with her. I told her, "You should just tell everyone around you that have a certified case of Touretts, that way when crap like that spills out of your mouth, everyone will ignore it. AND STOP MAKING THE OTHER GIRL CRY!" Guess who got appointed as her supervisor 3 weeks ago because she was able to deal with her ugliness and get results? Guess. I dare you.

On top of this it's event's time. A Week of Women Speakers, Brown Bags, Women's Recognition Luncheon, Mom's Weekend, the end is not in sight. Im not even supposed to run these events, but between Bottomless Well of Tears Girl and Hissy Woman, nothing gets done. I hit the ground running and by 10:00am my head feels like it's going to blow open from the blood pressure building inside. Needless to say the rest of my life has suffered.....eating, sex, laughing, holding a normal conversation, blogging, and lets not even talk about the house. Koiboy has been great, but it hasn't stopped crazy thoughts that include a belltower. I did take last Friday off, and we went to some remote St. Gertrude's monastery that had a cool museum about Asians history in Idaho.

After the museum, we stepped into the chapel, which was gorgeous, and there was a little nun playing the organ. She stopped, came down, gave me a hug(?!?) and then we were treated to a little private tour. Afterward I told Koiboy that I wanted to become a nun....now. Eat, sleep and pray...hell I do that now anyway, why not in the remote countryside with the wind rustling over the prairie and not a computer or luncheon in sight? It would be peaceful, at least for a while. Then inevitably I would get restless and the shit would go down. I would have those nuns singing "How do you solve a problem like Kimberly" in a heartbeat. So I suppose the nunnery is not the place for me.

So I am on a mission to reclaim my life. How I will do that? I don't know. But it's gonna be ride. Thanks for the emails and reminding me that there are people out there willing to share my blogging life with me so I dont' feel so insane. So if you can stay with me, I'll do my best to get back on track. You're even welcome to puke over the side of this roller coaster, I'll have Hissy Woman clean it up while Bottomless Well of Tears cries over it.