Vacation!

I'm on vacation this week, and believe me it's a much needed and deserved vacation. It only took a half a day for someone at work to call me about something - I don't know what - I didn't answer the damn phone. Not that it's really a vacation. I don't plan to really go anywhere, just not going to work. My job is a constant source of joy as well as aggravation. Joy working with my patients, aggravation dealing with my employers and coworkers. I honestly don't see how my current supervisor gets to work with her shoes tied every morning. Really, it's a fucking miracle - anyone who can't correctly pronounce her own name...well, you get my drift.

Anyway, back to my vacation - it's not a complete week of vacation. Wednesday and Thursday will be spent sitting in a two-day-long seminar in a Little Rock hotel learning all about MDS as my boss wants me to have some training so I can do a higher paying job while receiving lower pay in case they ever get into a jam without an MDS Coordinator. Just call me back-up. I'd love the job, I just think I ought to get paid for it.

I suppose I sound a bit fussy - and I attribute that to the fact that I'm tired, physically and mentally, and I now have one more thing to worry about. Friday will be spent driving to Hot Springs after my runt gets out of school (first day of 7th grade!!) so we can spend the night there in a hotel and hubby will help his brother move his family into a fancy house on the lake. Why am I going? Just call me back-up. Hubby needs a ride home on Saturday.

Anywho, I get the news last night that hubby, who has been unemployed since MARCH, has been offered a job with his brother's new company driving a truck. In Hot Springs. I am beyond broke, and he wants to move. So last evening, taking all this in, I decided the best way to deal with it was to go to the Mink Eye and have the Stevetender make me a martini. And he did. And he even made me a special drink - a new one for which I was the guinea pig - a Flamingo. QUITE GOOD! My signature drink. Now, if I could only remember how he made it so I can buy all the stuff and have one every night before bed. Malibu Mango, well after that I don't remember much. Suffice it to say it was wonderful, and I'll just have to go to the Mink Eye to get another one. The evening was topped off with an argument (as all evenings are in my household) and at least an hour just laying there in bed before I drifted off.