I am going to try to explain this quickly–my company (company name redacted) is blackballed here at the place redacted. I don’t know what in the shit they did, it wasnt me. A completely different department has pissed them the fuck off and now they have gotten rid of every other company name redacted employee but me.

that’s right, I am alone here.

Now, turns out the “higher ups” want me gone. they want me gone because the evil stain of the beast (I mean, company name redacted) is upon me.

Ok. So, a high up taps a dude on the shoulder. The dude has his own company. The dude wants to hire me so that I can continue doing the work I am doing here, but with the high up approval.

Now, the dude is a nice dude–but we are talking a small company of 2 fucking people.

no health insurance.

So, here’s the question. Do I want to do this? Do I want to be brave (again) and chuck it all and live in a paradise?

Do I want to work with the dude and his brother. making me a third. The dude stated I had a lot to bring to the table. See, the dude is nice.

I have had to be brave SO many times in my life. I mean, like stupid brave. Moving hither and yon, never finding a home until I got married and even that took a while.

Now I want to uproot again?

I am so on the fence here.

this could either be the best fucking move of my life…or the worst.

20Jul2009

>Old woman and the stick…

Posted in Chances are I probably thought it was funny... by H

>No, this is not a parabel. There is no deep meaning to this story. You will learn nothing.
This morning on my way to work going into Frederiksted there was a very old bow legged woman scuttled across the road. She grabbed a stick, turned around and prepared to scuttle back over the road. Seeing the woman was in a bit of a hurry, I slowed my beast of a truck to a halt and indicated that she should go ahead. She looked at me as if I were insane. Then looked away. I waited. She waited, staring in the other direction. I still waited, she waited. It was a waiting standoff which the old woman and the stick won. I drove slowly through the intersection. Then, I watched in my rearview mirror the old woman, scuttle very quickly with her stick back across the road.
I don’t know who or what that scuttling old woman intended to beat with that stick, but I feel bad for them–cause she was MEAN.

20Jul2009

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Posted in HavensHome, Thoughts and/or Observations by H

18Jul2009

>Hey folks

Posted in Chances are I probably thought it was funny... by H

>Sorry it has been a while, things have been stressful since my birthday (July 1st). Turns out the ever dreaded $$$ for me to work at the refinery ran out the day before my birthday; no-one told me so I continued to work. Long story short–I was fought for, but $$$ officially runs out at the end of September. So that combined with more layoffs, well, things are tough. However, you all know that, things are tough everywhere. I am blessed to have a job. No matter how annoyingly irritating people can be to deal with, I am still happy to have a job to deal with them.

I have news regarding the apartment. First off, they have totally fixed the road. Well, its still dirty, but it has been graded. Holy crap is that exciting. It is smooth sailing up and down that thing. It is almost a pleasure to leave my apartment now. Secondly, I have new neighbors. I still have my crazy neighbor, but he is moving out (or so I hear). But there are two new people in the “main house”. And wait for it; they seem totally normal!!! Now, obviously, this normal thing is a sliding scale but here is some compelling evidence that they are in fact, normal (ish): they invited us to dinner one night with some of their friends and we all got along–with much laughter. This shows 1. they have maintained friendships and 2. since they find me entertaining they have a GREAT sense of humor ;). Then, we all met up at the rib cook off (where I kid you not, I never got to eat a rib–because they ran out within the first hour) where we all bought alternating rounds of beer and later that night we play Wii Bowling at their house (btw: I am NOT good at bowling, Wii or otherwise). So yes, normal, kind, and fun. I don’t know if I will get ANY good stories out of them; but I will probably have more fun up here.

Wilkes (husband) and I took the dogs to the beach on Saturday after the “rib” cook-off (you know, the one with no ribs?). I was swimming and dragged Life (big dog) into the ocean–she was NOT happy with this plan at all. Teak (small dog) on the other hand was happy as a clam. I swam all the way out, he happily paddled next to me. When I stopped swimming he swam around me in circles. Just to experiment, I grabbed onto his tail. No kidding, he pulled me all the way into shore. Life sulked behind a tree. I swam out again, he “saved” me again. Teak and I have a new fun game. 🙂 Life, meanwhile, will hide behind a tree.

I guess thats about it for now. Hope all is well with ya’ll.
Miss you.
-H.

12Jul2009

>How I know I’m old…

Posted in Chances are I probably thought it was funny... by H

>So, I'm sitting here, wiping snotty tears off my face after watching one of those stupid uplifting/depressing movies my friend keeps sending me. I don't necessarily enjoy having feelings, ya know Carol. 🙂 🙂 I was thinking to myself, gosh, I'm up *really* late. Wilkes has been upstairs snoring for HOURS. The dogs are passed out snoring in a nice counterpoint to Wilkes. I estimated it to be around 2AM. I looked at the clock, it was 11:12 PM. What the heck?!?!? I recall times of not going out UNTIL 11PM. Nowadays I know its a party if I let myself have a caffeinated beverage after 3PM. *sigh*
The downhill slide has begun folks. Next thing you know I'll be eating a balanced diet, stop dying my hair funny colors, and stop pricing full body tattoos.
Although I would rock as a purple-haired, tattooed old lady.