Man, does my OB office suck. The place raises my blood pressure just walking in the door. I do take extreme satisfaction declining follow up appointments with Dr. Evil - loudly.
"No Dr. Evil. Please schedule me with any other doctor." I look around knowingly, nodding to imply anyone who overhears this will know exactly what I mean by it.
I have a lot on my mind. Has anyone seen my money tree? I really need it about now.
Lots of late night discussions with Rocco lately around the budget, the debt, the house and how they all cohabitate. We have been running the numbers.
Is it worth working when my net take home pay is roughly 50 cents a day? No. Of course I exaggerate, but I want to stay home. I tend to manipulate the numbers to my favor.
I put out The Ultimatum at work. I have an impending life event and need to make some decisions. It is time for me to get that promotion please.
Okay. Well. Then. I don't care about the title, I was really driving for the money anyhow. Please show me how much you value me during raise and bonus time this year.
What do you do when you put out feelers for an ultimatum and it gathers no real response? How do you read the writing on the wall when it merely says "You are so very Average".
It looks like I might get to be at home, but I expected a little horse trading to try to keep me. Instead I got a big cake decorated with don't-let-the-door-hit-you-on-the-ass icing.
I know there are real problems out there right now but I sort of just threw myself a pity party.
Woe is Average Me.