Jukebox Friday - My daily soundtrack

Apparently, while we were gone on vacation, an entire village relocated to our apartment complex and they all moved into the apartments that share a common area right below our balcony. Some of them have nice quiet kids, but, in all honesty, there are about 4 little boy childrens that are HORRIBLE. This is a CONSTANT occurrence...I did the above video this morning while I was eating breakfast. While I type this, the kids are screaming again. By the time I post this blog, they will have about a dozen more instances of screamage. I have cover letters and resumes to send out, but I can't seem to FOCUS on these very important tasks with the shrieking. It's not just screaming and shrieking either...OH NO. One of their little bikes has a clown horn on it. One of the little horrid boys says "ommma. momma. momma. om. omma. MOMMA. MOMMA. MOMMAAA. MAmAAAAAAAAA" over and over and over and over (until he starts screaming). Then there is the crying. The one kid below us cries an abnormal percentage of the day and it makes me want to call child protection services just to ask some questions. I've babysat kids since I was 12 years old and I have NEVER witnessed children outright SCREAMING as much as these kids.

It is a constant battle to keep my sanity.....and we actually cannot wait for winter.

Almost unbelievable*.

(( *Until you remember you worked 305 hours of overtime last year. ))

Today was horrible and awful. My work treated me like their work mule for the day. PILED work on my desk, put me on phones, sent flaming DO RIGHT NOW emails, and overall gave me NO time to close up on things. I was there until 5:30 and only getting paid until 4:15. Crying.

Then I get to a restaurant to go out for dinner and my cell phone rings - I look and it's my boss' number. *sigh* I answer. (why why why why why why why why why. oh why do I torture myself?) Oh yes, in the midst of ME LEAVING THE JOB, I honestly forgot to pile on the added task of checking all the night voicemails for the different phone lines. (this month the task was assigned to Mary - in Mary's absence I'm the backup) No, they weren't cruel enough to really lay the guilt in, but it was just a little icing on my cupcake of a day.

You may all think I'm just straight-up crazytown for crying and feeling horrible, but I can't help it I genuinely care about excellence in this job. I really wanted to end on positive hardworking note. In a sane and sensible way. When it all came about today to frack with my plan, inner drive, and ambition I'm on some emotional rollercoaster for the day.

I still have work I have to put a close to on Monday. Hell, people were transferring calls to my voicemail box at 4:30 on my "last" day of work. The last day ending at 4:15. The voicemail that says you've reached an INVALID voicemail box for me.

I'm usually one to get it ranted out to my bubs and other people and calm myself down. As I'm writing this post though, I'm still getting myself worked up over today. You don't have to comment - I KNOW it will all be over and I shouldn't care....But I do. And it sucks.

You give an ounce of help and get a baseball-bat-to-the-head of pain. Ow.

Jukbox Friday: Version "I still can't video post"

I still can't get a video "en post", so you will just have to exert force upon your mouse and click this link yourself


I'll even keep this one pretty short.


I like that this can be a new sleepy lullabye. I really like singing lullabyes... especialy when I'm sleepy. Like now. Plus it totally reminds me of my dad. He loves this movie. I've probably seen it more than most 26yr old girls. I never noticed this song in it though!

So, I'm really sleepy. I cannot believe how stressful this week was! I cannot fathom that in 5 more business days, I'm done with it. It is so taxing on my mind. You have to constantly, with NO breaks, multi-task.

Seriously. I have to think about this case and this follow up and that query and answer the phone and this person gone and this person here and call that guy back and work this case and help compose a letter and check licensing for that person and send a TR request because the systems are slow and go off the phone to run that type of quote no I really think I gotta go to the bathroom but first I'll have to make sure that policy goes OVERNIGHT OVERNIGHT but you cant tell it went overnight because the file is marked wrong and WHY isn't this file marked and email the supervisor of that department to assign the case and get this case moved in this system and why aren't the premiums matching and have to find the check that was signed for by Ed in the mail room and the agent is screaming screaming screaming because we. are. so. overworked.

Why do people keep asking me if I'm really going to be OK for an entire month not having to work? I am REALLY going to be ok. The reason I know this is that I have had two full continuous years of this crazed work. I gots it all stored up, thank you very much.

Seriously. This next month I will really take my time organizing things and reading and working out and taking my yoga and having a nice walk and getting a smoothie on Thursdays and checking facebook and leaving comments on Lorraine's blog and taking random pictures and fluffing pillows and cooking a nice dinner and learning how to cook a nice dinner and praying and reading and seeing more of the sun and getting new glasses and seeing my Godmother more and going to the dentist and getting laundry done and watering plants and throwing out shoes and buying a new pair of shoes to replace the ones I threw out and giving myself a pedicure and getting my hair cut and planning for a trip and making kokeshi dolls and going through college papers and singing lullabyes and getting. more. sleep.

I'm still kinda scared, but overall excited. g'night!