sick and dying

Ok so I'm not dying and I'm not sick. Ok so maybe I'm actually sick AGAIN! But I've been informed I'm not dying.

I hate preschoolers with their cute little germy hugs and adorable germ covered presents. Grrr.

So what are my issues, what are the last things I talked about? How long has it been? Does it really take a major cold to get me to slow down enough to blog?

Paul Lwali,(Polly wolly doodle all day! sorry couldn't help it) my new boss, issue numero uno. I haven't decided how I feel about Paul, there are moments when I think he could be a pretty cool guy and then there are the times that I just wanna punch him in the nose. But I wanna punch everyone in the nose lately. Ok here's how I feel he's competent he's personable he will take the westside to new heights, he was actually my favorite choice for new exec because of the way he wants to change things. Personality flaws are secondary, I don't necesisarily need to like my boss, he's not my direct supervisor and he's the kind of person who is smart enough to apologize after pissing me off. But I think I actually will like him once he gets used to the way things are out here.

Issue numero deux, salary. Grrr! I really wish I knew what my new salary was gonna be. Its driving me insane and I'm equally hoping its not going to much more than I'm making now because I don't want to realize I'm THAT underpaid, and hoping that it is much more than I'm making now cause I could really use the money. Watch it be like 50 cents ill be pissed. The only thing I know is that the budget was not set up to support it and I was budgeted for twenty seven so do I dare hope for thirty, I'm easily worth thirty five without a degree. But I don't dare hope for that. All I know is that right now I'm getting the shaft and not the good kind.

Speaking of not getting the good kind of shaft, someone who's name I will not mention gave someone else who's name I also won't mention my personal cell phone number, had this been anyone other than the psychoanalyst that called me a liar I might be ok with that, wait, no, no, still not ok, but since this guy is clueless and irritatingly persistant I find myself highly annoyed.

I keep dozing off, I need to send out those valentines cards. I hate valentines day all that icky l word stuff. Is it bad that I'm thinking about sending off valenines cards when I look over and see Christmas presents still neatly stacked in the corner? But to my defense the mailbox is much closer than the post office. And I even have stamps. Oh crap its my dads birthday.