||[Mar. 19th, 2008|11:16 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Lost four pounds last week. Getting back into the gym this week has been nearly impossible and it will be again today but I'm working on it. I might go tonight after the baby goes to sleep since Steve was fantastic and let me sleep in this morning (it's his spring break). It's gym and dancing and weights and lather, rinse, repeat lately. I'm ok with that. The daycare at the gym is really nice so we don't have any problems going in together as a family and letting her crawl around with the other kids. Frankly, she's so chill and bubbly that a lot of times the daycare people just carry her around with them. Which is nice because they tend to keep the TV on all the time there and we don't let her watch any TV at home so we're trying to keep to a minimum the amount of time she spends watching it outside the house.
Anyway. Yeah. Next week I should reach my next goal and be able to take a day off to spend with my girl. Maybe I'll pick one of my mom's days off and go hang with her.
She's over seven months now and she's crawling, pulling up on stuff, laughing her ass off, chewing anything she can put in her mouth (keys, teething rings, my fingers, Steve's nose, and my Pennsic medallions just this morning). She babbles like crazy and we're starting to see reactions to the signs we're teaching her so that's really paying off. We do eat, more, all done, book, bath, sleep, and we're introducing more as we come upon them. She loves story time, she's curious and into everything, and her swimming lessons are a blast. She's sleeping eight hours in a row these days (well, except for last night, but that was my fault) and goes to sleep like a champ for both bedtime and naps. Plus she's just so freakin' happy most of the time.
I'm making a new carrier tomorrow, not that my sling isn't still fantastic, but if I have the fabric why not see if she likes it. The sling has been wonderful, we don't usually use strollers since she's happy to be carried and the sling is much easier to pack. Plus I can bend down and kiss her head any time I want. :)
She sits like a pro now. I was right, the sitting wasn't getting her anywhere so she had to master crawling first because her curiousity wouldn't let her not crawl. So now she crawls to stuff and if it's interesting she sits and plays with it. When I looked over and saw her just sitting there chewing on the pommel of Steve's dagger (the rattan one, don't worry) I snapped some pictures and sent them to him. I think he wept. She started solids just after her six-month mark and she's working her way through fruits, veggies, and cereal. She'll start some meats early next week I think. Her pincer grasp isn't up to doing finger foods but we're letting her play with the food as it is and suck it off her fingers so we're getting there.
She is, as usual, the love of my life. Waking up next to her every morning is a delight and even though she doesn't know what it means yet, hearing her say "mamamamama" just makes me giggle.
The office is just sucking my soul. I hate it. It's a bad month and a bad week and I made the stupid mistake of getting my hopes up about a couple of opportunities for getting out of here and neither of them are panning out so now I'm feeling like I'm going to be here forever. I wish I could be one of those people who quits before they have a new job, who just trusts the universe. But I'm not that girl, with TBD around I can't afford to be.
They took away four of our paid holidays and one of our floater days, they doubled the insurance premiums for family plans (thank God we're on Steve's), they halved the amount of 401K matching they do, and yesterday I found that they're blocking Gmail. (I've found a way around it. I'm determined.) It's ilke they've made it their mission to take their tenured employees and grind them into the floor.
I interviewed for a job in January and I still haven't heard. When I wrote to the HR manager she told me that they're still interviewing and they haven't closed the positions yet and I'm still being considered. There were two positions. You know what this means, right? I wasn't good enough for them to give me one outright. They're holding out for two better candidates and if they can't find two then maybe they'll give me a job.
In the mean time I come in here every day. I drive an hour each way and I sit at my desk and I try not to take it out on the people around me but it's grinding me slowly down. I'll spend part of tomorrow sending out resumes again, I'll keep going to the gym so that I can fit into my interview suit, I'll keep doing what I do but .... Y'know I've always said that I don't require that my job fulfill me emotionally, and I don't. I can do soulless busy work until my fingers bleed. But this? Is just beyond the pale.
Shit, this turned into a bummer. Ok, I have a job, I have a family, I have a car that runs and last week when I needed the air conditioning it ran (!), and if I'm very nice Lala will come with me to lunch next week. Maybe Monday when ST and the baby come down. In the mean time I'm off for the weekend for bubble tea and some well-deserved girly time. Including, maybe, a haircut.
How are you guys?