So tomorrow I fly away to Houston for
jferthesquirrel's wedding.
The 500 mile long 'To Do' list has gotten smaller in the last 2 days.
Didn't leave work until 6:30 on Friday - Had to make sure nothing would fall through the cracks while I was away. Every thing that needed to be monitored or followed up on was assigned, instructions were sent to those that are covering my voice mail while I'm out and I'm sure every thing will be fine.
Dropped the girls off at my mom's on Saturday. That didn't go over well. Dora got herself so worked up and anxious in the car she threw up her breakfast...and of course she had to do it right at the front of her carrier so that some of it fell out of the cage and onto the seat. Yuck.
Mom said they've settled down some - Dora finally came out from under the TV cabinet and Mione has parked her ass on the dining room chair.
Got all the last minute shopping done yesterday, most of the packing done today.
Nails are done, hair cut this afternoon and I'll be all set.
Work has finally calmed down. The new system rolled out December 4th...and it was after Christmas before I finally left work on time. I spent 4 weeks not leaving until anywhere between 6:30 and 7pm. Everyone was pretty much exhausted and cranky for those few weeks but they've made some of the requested upgrades to the system, worked out most of the bugs and we're all adjusting to the new system and able to work significantly faster. Thanks goodness.
I've spent the last week cursing at the Department of professional regulation - those asshats down in Springfield who manage all the licenses issued by the state. I sent in my application in November for the LCPC (my full licensure) exam. I can't get another promotion at work until I have it. So application sent in...and just after new year's I got a letter from the idfpr - my application has been pended until I complete a class in group therapy. WTFBBQ! I had that damn class - even better it was an experiential class, asshats. Its on my fucking transcript - no its not called group therapy it was called personal and professional development but the course description clearly says its group therapy. Anyway - spent a week, thats right a week calling the damn phone number listed on the letter. For 1 week every time I called that number and I called *multiple* times per day, all I got was a busy signal. Every. Single. Time. Finally @ 4:30 on Thursday I got something other than busy signal - I got a recording. That had me on hold for 20 fucking minutes. Finally a real, honest to god, live person answered. And he was the most unhelpful person on the face of the planet. He couldn't tell me what I needed to send in to show that I had taken the class, despite the fact that included with the application was my transcript and *course descriptions*. So after he put me on hold for 5 minutes he came back on the line and said that the processing department would be calling me as they would know what I have to send in. It's now Monday @ 1:45 and no call. Fucking asshats. I don't have time to deal with this right now, so someone will be getting a very unpleasant call from me next week when I get home.
In other news...GO BEARS!
It keeps trying to snow out. We were supposed to get hit last night but the storm got pushed further north and we got mostly rain, some freezing rain. Its trying to flurry out right now but not much is sticking mostly due to the ground being so wet right now. The odd-ball winter weather we've been having for the last month - you know temps in the 40's to low 50's (we're all running around like its fall outside) has finally left. And I can tell you what happens next - every time we start off with weird, mild weather for winter we get bit in the ass, *hard*. And here it comes - The wind chill today is 18 (not too bad, could be worse) and there is a big white blob heading toward us on the radar. As long as the snow either finishes or goes away by tomorrow morning (preferable early tomorrow morning so there are no flight delays) I'll be happy.