Oh the clutter!
There are good days and bad days. I haven’t been doing much to relieve myself of clutter as I wished I should. Woulda, coulda, shoulda are all terrible words to keep in your vocabulary. There is really no excuse. For a while after I started my new job I thought of all the time I had in the mornings that I could clean up around the house. That worked for about 2 days. The apartment got pretty darned clean for those 2 days. *Le sigh* Time to try again.
Time to move on…
I had finally made a decision about work, was time to move on. At some point at the end of February I decided that I had had enough of my job.
Times were changing, policies were changing, the job was changing and I wasn’t keeping up, or at least I didn’t care to keep up. I was a part of a group that was being singled out and picked apart like an artichoke. We were a former higher tiered group which means we were tenured, seasoned, knowledgable and higher paid than our counterparts just starting out. Our specialization wasn’t needed any longer and they began to find reasons to be rid of us. I chose to move on at that point.
and picked apart like an artichoke
When I left I knew I wanted to do something completely different. You could say that I really am doing something completely different. The biggest upside to job change is that I don’t have to speak to customer’s on the phone. I only make a few quarters more an hour than I did and most my stress has disappeared.
The financial sins of a marriage
This morning I get a call a gentleman. He asked me a number of questions. “Are you So-n-So? Are you or were you married to Mr. So-n-So?” I stupidly answered yes.
“Well I have a bill here that has been turned over to collections in the name of Mr. So-n-So. The payments to this credit card stopped in December of 2009 It was opened in 2005 and since you were married at that time…. “ You get the idea. We refinanced our house in um… 2006 I think and all the credit cards we had at that time, that *I* knew about, were paid off. I am not about to pay off a credit card that is in my ex-husbands name that I knew nothing about just because he had stopped paying them. I had to take on my own credit card debt at the time, so he should do the same.
I have my own debt. That’s why I’m here. I really don’t need to be taking on his debt too. Seriously? Not to mention the fact that I am the oldest child and am taking on the responsibility of executor of Mom’s estate. Do I look like a bank?
Christmas gifts
I’ve spent all week and probably more money that I should have buying crafting supplies for my Christmas present for the girls. I decided to make them Steampunk’d boxes. I put a bit of time and effort into them. I was afraid they wouldn’t like them but they seemed to love them.
What a mess I made of the living room making them. Once I was happy with them I was able to clean up.
What diet?
It’s the holidays. As if my diet wasn’t already thrown out the window, now we have to add holiday goodies to the mix. I know, I just have to walk away and make a good choice. Why bother? Red Licorice? HAH! Not on your life can I walk away. Cookies, totilla chips, salsa, candy, potlucks… I forgot to mention that I had brought home 2 cookie platters and a some tub of homemade cookies from the funeral.
Really, I’m just not going to bother quite yet.
Trying to go back to normal
I’m still sidetracking this blog. Today I returned to work and dreading Christmas shopping for my girls. I’m tired, low on funds and can’t get my brain to function, let alone get into the Christmas spirit.
On the clutter front… ya, right.
sigh
When you bring home “stuff” from your deceased parents’ home into an already too small and cluttered apartment, you have more clutter. Yes, it reproduces all on its own.