Friday, January 22, 2010

Friday the...22nd?

I'm having a hard time breathing today.  My asthma has slowly been getting worse over the last year or so and it's gotten to the point where I notice it now even when I am not being active.  The weather changes and my breathing is labored or I get a cold and my chest feels heavy.  That's the case today, I think.  The little girls I cook for are sick and so is one of my office mates and while I don't feel lousy yet, I do feel that weird "just before I get a cold" feeling in my chest.  It's rather annoying to always feel labored when trying to breath.  It was especially hard this morning in the shower.  The steam must have been too much.  I had to get out early and open the bathroom door.

Don't worry, every vital part was washed. :)

On the way to work this morning I was followed by a police officer.  It always makes me nervous when I'm driving in front of one and so I drove extra carefully.  I got to a stop light and was unsure as to whether or not I should make a right on red.  It's allowed in this state unless it's posted that you can't turn, but there's always that one sign that hides...well, I made a full stop, inched forward to see if I was clear and then I went.  And immediately, his lights turned on.

I'm not gonna lie.  I said the "f" word. 

(Now that I don't work in kitchens anymore, I've fallen back into the not swearing a lot category again.)  Anyway, I looked for a spot to pull over but couldn't find one.  Which was OK, because his lights were not for me.  He swerved around me and followed another car who apparently went through a red light.  Needless to say, I was relieved and angry at the same time.  I could just picture that cop chuckling to himself thinking about how I may have just pooped my pants.

Don't worry, I didn't.

Though I was running a few minutes late at this point, I stopped for coffee and a bagel at Panera.  The line of extra long this morning but I waited because it would be stupid for me to leave without at least getting coffee.  So I waited.  As an aside, I really hate when places that serve bagels don't put the butter or cream cheese on it for you.  I know most people like the control of putting it on themselves, but I'm not one of those people.  Anyway...
When I got to my car, the doors wouldn't open!  I pressed the buttons and nothing happened.  I pressed the other button and nothing...so I had to *gasp* open the door with the key!  I did that and an alarm went off!  I didn't even know I had that feature, so I did almost poop my pants!  Luckily when I pressed the buttons again (wildly, this time) it stopped.

On my way, coffee in hand, I chuckled at how this morning was going.  I looked at the traffic and thought that the highway did not look as crowded as it usually is and contemplated taking that route instead of the back way I go to avoid the usually long line of traffic.  "Nah...it's probably backed up just over the hill."  And so I went my secret squirrel back way.

And got stopped at the very first intersection.  Where a van drove through the a store front.  On a very main avenue named after the state I live in.  And so, taking my secret squirrel back way proved to be a bad idea today because not only did I see this horrible accident and had to watch a man getting pulled out of a van*, I had to wait in the traffic associated with that accident and wait for the cop who was directing traffic to have pity on my line of cars to let us through.  So far, work's been fine. 

But then again, it's only 10:15.

*This makes me sound like I was more concerned about traffic than about the poor man who needed help.  This is not the case.  I was just mentioning it to show you how my morning was going.  While sitting in traffic, many prayers were said...

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Letter...

Thank you to you all for your advice and support about The Dad. I've made a decision. After thinking hard about this all day, I've decided to not send the letter. The main reason is because The Mom told me today is that he most likely won't be home anymore when I am there except for a few days here and there. I've asked The Mom to be sure to tell me ahead of time if The Dad is not going to be home so that I don't have to cancel plans. She agreed. I made a promise to myself though that if he says anything more about this issue or if he brings up any other issues in the future, I will talk to him about this right then and there. And if it continues after that, I will quit.

I sort of decided this on the way home tonight and then when I read my comments I really decided. Specifically, Jo's comment solidified it for me. (Thank you!) Her comment about his guilt and arrogance really hit home and the fact that he'd never acknowledge his wrongdoing would just make me more frustrated.

No, I'll hold this one in and file it away for the next time he's an ass-and there will be a next time-and then I'll talk to him about it right then and there.

Thanks again everyone-as always, my readers rock.

*****

Did anyone watch 30 Rock tonight? I found it especially enjoyable because several references and locations directly relate to me. :)

The Letter 2 The Dad

I woke up today still angry about what happened last night with The Dad.  While I don't actually need the money now that I am working, the extra cash comes in handy-especially since I don't have any savings built up yet and especially now that I have the new car.  And it's cash.  And...it's cooking.  I know you all mention that I can find something else, but I'm not sure you understand how cushy this job really is for a chef.  I will not work in a restaurant and I do not want to give up my weekends.  This is huge.  It's why i haven't said anything to him yet and why I hold my tongue when he's an ass.  My coworker suggested I write a letter, save it and send it later if I still want to.  This is what I drafted...what do you think?

The Dad,

I wanted to write to you regarding our talk last night.  I'm sure you could tell that it upset me greatly and I need to explain why.  I have worked for your family for 8 months now.  During this time, I have only "called in" sick a few times and I have never left this decision to be last minute.  I have always contacted the mom ahead of time letting her know that I would not be able to make it in.  All of the other times I have not worked were scheduled because of vacations or special days I already had planned before I started.  I care a great deal for your children and know that my being there is a great help to the mom  I would never simply decide not show up just for the heck of it and certainly not without alerting the mom beforehand.  My intention Tuesday was to vote prior to going to work.  But as you may remember, the weather was not nice and knowing I had to drive to Boston to vote, I was not able to make it.

In addition to the reasons above, I was upset that it was mentioned especially because last week I was under the impression that you would be home and therefore, made plans after work.  When I arrived on Tuesday I was told that you in fact would not be home.  I was not given any heads up that your plans changed and no thought was made about my time.  The mom offered to let me leave early in case I had plans, but knowing she's been extra tired lately, I told her I could re-arrange my plans and that I would stay.  This is not the first time this has happened, but like I mentioned above, I care a great deal about your family and so I have not mentioned it.  That is my error; I should have done so when it happened.  Our agreement when I started was that I would help the mom when you were not home, but when you were home, I would leave after cleaning up.  Using the time after work when you are home is a great gift and it is not unusual for me to have plans or run errands when I leave.  Having no notice of the change in plans is not only an inconvenience but also inconsiderate and just as you have asked I not make a habit of taking a night off, I ask the same of you.

I understand that this email may make you upset and if it does, I truly am sorry.  I very much enjoy working for your family and love spending time with the girls after I cook.  I would like to continue doing so, but I need you to understand that I am an adult and that I have priorities and responsibilities outside of your home.  I ask that in the future, if anything like this comes up again that the mom simply tell me she does not want me to leave early.  I would hope that this not be the case-especially if it involves voting-because I don't do it often, but at least I would know up front that she would be upset if I did not stay.

Best, Mags

I don't know about the last paragraph.  I'm not sure how to end it.  Any suggestions?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Dad Strikes Again

Remember last week when he was supposed to be home but then I got there I was told that I'd have to stay later b/c he in fact, had decided to stay away? Put that in the back of your head for a minute.

Last night I needed to vote. My plan was to go in the morning before work but I still have to vote in Boston and it was snowing. I knew I would not have time to get there, wait in line, vote and get to work. So I wrote to The Mom and asked her if it was OK if I left at 7pm after I did the dishes. This would mean she had to put the kids to bed by herself. She wrote back and said that it was fine. That night, she didn't say anything and was very nice to me, as usual.

Flash forward to tonight. The Dad was home. Before I left work I joked with a coworker and asked her how many "By the way"'s I'd get tonight. Well, I didn't have to wait long. Within the first 5 minutes he cornered me in the kitchen and said, "Oh, by the way. I know you were trying to vote last night but it left The Mom alone with the kids. I know you won't make a habit of it, but I needed to mention it."

I was PISSED. I told him that of course I wouldn't make a point of it, I never leave them hanging and it was the only way I could have voted. He could tell I was mad so he said he'd leave me to cook and he went upstairs.

I thought about quitting right there. I was SO angry that he continues to say "Oh by the way" and then he hits me with something he thinks I can do better. And he's NEVER THERE. What gets me the most is that I've been with them for 8 months now and I've done nothing but work hard for them. I love their children and they love me. I continue to cook wonderful meals that they rave about AND I make them a fresh dessert once a week. AND they underpay me but I'm OK with that b/c it's cash and I don't want to work in a restaurant. But seriously?! How can he say anything to me-especially when it was about voting. Especially when last week I had to cancel 2 nights of plans because he decided not to come home-AND the first night I didn't have any warning. I just had to stay and suck it up.

Did I say, "Oh, by the way..." and then tell him what a horrible person he is? No. I didn't. I just smiled and continued playing Cinderella Polly Pocket and missed my plans.

I know that I'm doing the not looking back thing, but it's times like these when I miss my friend. He'd tell me if I was being irrational or too sensitive and then he'd make me laugh. And then he'd give me his opinion about what I should do and then he'd make me laugh again because he'd know I was still upset about it. Or maybe he didn't know it, but it helped. Anyway. That's done.

Do you have any suggestions on how I should handle this? Should I just not say anything? Should I email him and tell him why I was upset? (He's not home tomorrow or next week, so I can't talk to him in person.) Should I quit?

Randomivity

I dislike the term "Slow cooker" when talking about the crockpot. I don't know why. I just don't like it.

Hearing an old voicemail made me sad but instead of listening to it again I deleted it. How I wish it was not the last one I'll ever have from him.

I may or may not live across the street from an 80's gangster. His suite was gray and he may have had feathered hair.

He picked up a package from the lady across the street at a weird time of night.

I know this because I was shrink wrapping my windows.

It's nice when you receive a discount on something because the order came in late.

I dislike listening to my neighbors having sex. I've determined that it is not the old couple like I first thought but the weird younger couple below me. Last night I was so mad that I could hear them that I (very loudly) dropped my book and got out of bed. The noise stopped right away and they went into another room.

I've really gotta soundproof my room. Especially if I have a male friend come over to my house!!!

Process mac n cheese with canned chili mixed in might be the grossest thing I've eaten in years. But it was also oh so good on a snowy day.

It's pretty much impossible to do dishes in my fluffy robe.

I'm having breakfast this morning with someone who will hopefully help me settle into my job a little more. Things are OK there, but I want to be able to do my own job, and I think he can help me figure out how to do that without hurting someones feelings. All while eating the best French Toast ever.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Toosdae ?'s

1. If you had to be a substitute teacher in a middle school tomorrow, what subject would you feel most comfortable with?

2. Do you buy snacks at the movies? If so, what do you get?

3. You are home alone watching TV and you have nowhere else to go. What beverage are you most likely drinking?


1. If I could choose, I'd pick art or chorus-though I don't play the piano, so that might be weird. If I had to teach an academic class I'd choose English. We read a lot of great books in Junior High....

2. Most of the time, I do buy snacks. I get a small popcorn and either a Code Red or a Coke. If I were to buy candy, it would be Sour Patch Kids but I usually don't get them.

3. Red wine or water. Sometimes tea in the winter, but mostly a glass of red wine.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Just 2 Post

I was supposed to be having friends over for brunch today, but because of the snow (the 4-12 inches we were supposed to have) I canceled it. I could just imagine buying all of that food and then being stuck with it when they canceled. So I was proactive. The kicker is, we didn't get all that much...but I'd rather have it this way instead of wasting a ton of money. We'll reschedule in the near future.

When I woke up I knew I still wanted a big breakfast. It's something I don't often have and it's such a nice treat. Unfortunately I did not have maple syrup and I wanted French toast. Luckily I had blueberries though-so I made a blueberry syrup and had eggs with ham and cheese mixed in. It was a nice treat. I sat at my kitchen table in my big fuzzy robe and a big cup of coffee and just relaxed. It was nice.

Today's agenda is somewhat light, but important. I HAVE to paint today. I only have the top trim and a door to do so it won't take too long, but I can not put it off any longer. I have a group of friends coming over Friday night for supper club and I want this place DONE. I'm also going to shrink wrap 5 windows, do dishes and shovel.

When people come inside the building and walk around in the "lobby" it's hard to tell if they are coming in here. It's really rather disturbing and I have to figure out a way to make it stop. I really hate the fact that people can tell if I am home or not. Today I might have to figure out a way to fix that. I think the 4th apartment we finally rented. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I'm working on a new blog template too. This one will have 3 columns so I can put recipes and stuff on one and other things like my blogroll on the other. I'm working on the header now, and am having a lot of trouble finding one I like. Plus I can't seem to get it centered across the blog, which really stinks. Oh well...at least I have a project to work on!

Have a great Monday...I hope you have the day off!