RIP

This has been a weird week.

They say that bad news comes in 3’s.  Well, I ended up hitting that all in one day but I didn’t know it.

#1

My coworkers sister passed away on Tuesday.  She was only 24 years old.  She had Cancer and while she was going to get a bone marrow transfer, she caught Chicken Pox.  Chicken Pox helped to bring her down.  Sassy, I am sorry to hear about your sister and just know that now she is with your Mom and in no more pain.

#2

There was a news story that I caught just a bit of and was unable to hear about it on Tuesday.  Come to find out it was my cubby mates nephew.  He was hanging out with friends and he was dared to jump.  He jumped.  The riptide and current was so strong that when the sun set on Monday they had to suspend the search until Tuesday.  J was not in the best spirits when I saw her.   We all call her Mom.  If you looked in her filing cabinets you would understand.  Bandaids, ear phones, batteries, aspirin, Motrin, the all important Chocolate, slippers, scarf, etc.

#3

He was a local restaurant owner and author.  He did things for Big Brother/Big Sisters.  I met him a few times and had to say he was funny.  He wrote 3 books and Biker Boy is in book two and Phil asked Biker Boy to be his bodyguard when they went on tour.  Phil was even booked on The Tonight Show.  Unfortunately, the ride fell through and nothing else came of it.  Phil went missing on Friday, 6/27 and was reported missing by his wife and was found on 7/2 of an apparent suicide in the parking lot of a  Walmart in Epping, New Hampshire.

Phil Englehardt will be missed by many.  I went up to Seabrook, New Hampshire yesterday and there were flowers in the entrance way of the Honey Bee.  The restaurant that he owned for many years and that he closed down in 07.

RIP

My job part 2

I know my last post about my job made it look like it was all down. It isn’t.

It isn’t a big company. I know the owner by name and he knows mine. I know the managers and we can joke back and forth on a regular basis.

We talk sports. Hello, this is New England and so everyone: with the exception of a few lost souls: are Boston Red Sox and New England Patriots fans. We discuss stats, runs, missed plays, homers and injuries.

The owner is wonderful. He has a appreciation dinner every month. One for first shift and one for second. He comes to the dinners and talks with everyone.

I work with all women. It isn’t bad. Every once in awhile there will be a male who join our ranks but for reasons unknown to us they don’t work out. We don’t do anything — well that we know of. We talk. We have very interesting conversations and points of view. I think our ages go from 23 to 45. Many of us have kids and we will talk about said kids. I don’t join in all of these conversations. Because there are a few coworkers I will never tell about Supergirl and her adoption. Just comments that they have made in passing make me bite my tongue in order to keep my job. I like the job and would like to keep it.

Many nights we are in tears because we are laughing so hard. I have learned many new ways on how to spell words like: nausea, vomiting and diarrhea to name a few. Enough different spellings to make me wonder if I remember if I know how to spell them.

We talk music, books, life, movies, television.

We talk about boyfriends, husbands, exes, in-laws, parents, neighbors.

We talk about new shops, restaurants, scrapping supply stores; the local ones, not Michael’s or AC Moore.

My job

There are many days when I love my job.  I do.  I may vent that they are getting on my case that my numbers are low or not as high as they normally are but then again I am also second in command so I have to help G answer questions as the night goes on, enter my runs and correct QC (quality control) for the newbies and the random QC I have to do for the others.  Oh, and take incoming phone calls. No pressure.  (smirk)

Any way — there are really interesting days.  My job is different.  I don’t know of anyone who does ambulance medical billing.  Basically, you call 911 and there is a good chance I could get it at work.  We do over 200 towns in 6 states.  I also help with the new towns and work out kinks and pass them on to others.

Then there are the nights were I am in tears because a parent thought it was a good thing to co-sleep with a child and while asleep, rolled over on top of said infant.  Parents wakes up.  Realizes what happened.  Calls 911 and I see “officer running out of house with limp infant in arms.  Blue around lips, no pulse.”  I cry.  So I really just want to scream when I read on the forums about aparents who think it such a great idea to do this as they seem to think this is a way to bond.  gag.  double gag.

Then there are the nights when I see alot of  Supergirl’s name.  A good number of nights I can deal and it won’t be a problem but she has a common name. There is nothing special about her name.  It is always there.  Tonight it jolted me.

Then the nights were I get a minor who is pregnant and is in labor.  And come to find out this isn’t the first.

I think the worst part of the job is that when I watch the news, and my coworkers do this as well, we see where the accident or incident happened to see if we are getting the run at work.  Gives new meaning to watching the television now.

Then listing to the stupid morons talk about nothing that they know about but want to sound important when they sound like the idiots they are and give us a reason to laugh.

I really like weekends.

I really like holidays.

I apologize

I am sorry for being so remiss and not writing anything. I am working on a few posts and may even post 2 in 1 day.

Do you think you will be able to handle that.

It has been a busy week. I will say this.

visit

car accident

small world news

lack of sleep

insurance

friends

work

pictures

Why is it?

I went out Saturday night and there a few friends out.  Not many, since we are all resting for this weekend and the St. Patty’s party coming up this weekend.  So while I was just relaxing and thinking that I could go home and get some sleep one person came up to me and said:

“So how is the baby?  I know she isn’t a baby anymore but I hope you don’t mind me asking about her.”

I don’t talk to her anymore.  She lied to me.  She hurt me.  I do not easily forgive.  It is not my nature.  Hurt me once, okay, but then again forget about it.

She said I didn’t appear as cold as I was the last time she was out.

Excuse me????  I didn’t talk to you then because I didn’t want to.  I didn’t want to this past weekend but I was hoping someone else would show up.  Really, anyone.

So anyway, I told her that Supergirl is going to be 4 next month and that she doesn’t look like B anymore.  They are friends on Myspace, I am sure she still talks to him so I will just put little things out there like this.  I said it was better for her that she didn’t look like him.

Why is it the one person I don’t care for, besides B, that asks about Supergirl?

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On another note.

I told someone else about Supergirl.

Another coworker.

She just told some of us that she is pregnant.  We were talking and I knew I would be able to talk about what is going on but I was quiet.  She came over to my desk Friday and she was talking and I just made a comment about not being able to have red sauce with pizza or pasta while pregnant.  She looked at me and I just said “Oh yeah, Supergirl will be 4 next month and she was placed for adoption.”  Her first question “Where does she live, close I hope?”  I could have cried at that point. So I told her where they live.  She said that it is a good thing that they live close and that Supergirl is gorgeous.  Ofcourse I think so but it is still nice to hear.

I was hoping that I would be getting a visit sometime soon but when I got a call from L she said that they were going on vacation later this month and how about we get together after they get back.   ???? huh????  So I am hoping to get together soon but as it looks it could be in 3, 4, or even 5 weeks from now.  She said before Supergirl’s birthday.

I hope.

Hi, my name is L

Sometimes I feel like walking into a room and just start saying:

Hi, my name is L, I am addicted to scrapbooking, reading, watching movies, being with friends, being alone.  I am also a Firstmom.

What do you think I would get a response to?

I can tell you, it probably won’t be a response to me being a first mom.   That is the elephant in the room that noone talks about.  Noone brings up because it might “upset” me.

It came up last night.

We had 2 people start training last night.  One looks like Paula Dean.  If you don’t know who she is go to FoodNetwork.com and type in her name.  She is very funny.  So is this woman.  We were sitting in the kitchen having dinner when she asked those of us at the table if we had kids.

I could have said yes.

I chickened out and said no.  I have none. 😦  I felt bad about it.  I felt that I hide Supergirl and protect who she is.  I couldn’t let this woman, this new woman know my secret yet.  I couldn’t let myself say “I have a daughter who will be 4 shortly.” 

My body wouldn’t let me.  My brain just spoke for me.

I am sorry Supergirl.