Someone I cared a great deal about passed away yesterday.
And he was 100% good people.
Someone I cared a great deal about passed away yesterday.
And he was 100% good people.
Two months ago today I ran into this dude on my porch…
I have NEVER seen a dragonfly up close and personal before.
To be honest, this dragonfly scared the BLEEP out of me when I accidentally and unexpectedly came face to face with him on my porch.
“It happened to be” the morning that I was to take Mozzie (my cat) to the emergency vet for a sonogram.
I thought for sure the sonogram would show that Mozzie did not have much time left to live, he was skin and bones and miserable.
I told the big man, aka God, don’t mess with me. You are trying to make me hopeful when I am pretty sure this is the end. Please do not lie to me.
But still, I looked up the symbolism of the dragonfly when I came in and read this…When the dragonfly shows up in your life, it may remind you to bring a bit more lightness and joy into your life.
It turns out the “dragonfly” was correct.
And to date, with medicine, my little man Mozzie is OK.
This really was one of those, did that really happen, wow moments.
Have you ever had a moment when after seeing someone day in and day out you suddenly see them in a different light and think – Holy cow! You have lost a lot of weight!! Or Holy cow! You have gained a lot of weight!!
That happened to me on Monday with my cat Mozzie.
He loves attention. At least from me. I scratch under his chin, behind his ears and the scruff of his neck often because he really enjoys it.
But Monday, I was standing over him so I rubbed both my hands down the sides of his body to give him full body love and I felt his ribs and thought, HOLY BLEEP! What the bleep is wrong?! Why are you so damn skinny??
Over the weekend he had gotten sick a couple of times and had diarrhea 3 mornings in a row. I thought he had eaten something and would be ok once it passed.
Why did I think that?
Let me show you some exhibits of his handy work when I am not home….
But Monday freaked me out because I had not noticed that he was losing weight, and he wasn’t acting really sick or lethargic until Monday.
I went to work, got some things done and was going to leave after the receptionist had lunch, but one of my bosses told me to go home right then and take Mozzie to the vet.
I was so grateful because I was upset, both about Mozzie’s health and my own. I had received a message that same morning from my doctor that I needed to come back in soon because there were irregularities with my mammogram.
That on top of having poor result with my physical recently, well let’s just say that the only thing I have got going in my favor right about now is my teeth. I at least passed that exam with flying colors!
Four years ago I was working for a different CPA firm. One night during tax season I came home and realized that my cat Caesar’s breathing was labored so I rushed him to the vet. Five hours later, after he and I next rush to an emergency vet, the most unexpected thing happened, he passed away.
That was very traumatic for me. He and I were very close and we went through a lot together. I cried so much that my eyes were practically swollen shut.
I went to work the next day since it was tax season and I was pretty much a key figure in getting the returns out the door, amongst other things. I looked like absolute crap, and no amount of make-up could even begin to hide my swollen eyes.
One of my bosses at the time, who was also one of the owners of the firm, sat down with me and said, “If my dog just died, I sure as hell would not be here! I’d probably be at a bar drowning my sorrows. Nonetheless, I would not be here.”
It made me feel better at the time. But since I only had Caesar and he was gone, the very last place I wanted to be was at home, a home that had suddenly become so empty without warning.
So when I noticed “out of the blue” that something was wrong with Mozzie, he became my primary focus. I have gladly spent some of my vacation time to be able to care for him and watch him carefully. I do not want to repeat of what happened to me before.
The vet gave him several injections to re-hydrate him, to stop the vomiting and the diarrhea, and I have medicine I am giving him daily. On a separate day I took in a stool sample and the results came back negative, which is good.
He’s an indoor cat, so it has to be something he ate or something within his own body that is not functioning properly.
He seems to be feeling a little bit better. He’s eating (food, not wooden house fixtures or toys), he’s going to the bathroom normally, he’s not throwing up, and he is playing with Kennedy some more.
So we are hanging today. He and Kennedy have been enjoying the sun…..
And if he shows any signs of not feeling well, back to the vet we will go for the next exploratory step.
At this rate, between checking on his health and my own, I am dropping about $250 every other day.
If something needs to be done, I will do it because health is more important than money.
But since I am footing the bill, I’d like to slow it down and take a more cautious yet pro-active ready to move forward at a moment’s notice type of approach.
Like I said right now he seems good, and I am going to relax a little bit today too, since you know, we are on vacation…..
It has been a looooooong three weeks working on getting my car repaired at no cost to me.
Last post I shared that the oil pan in my S2000 had been damaged because someone used an aftermarket oil plug while performing an oil change on my car.
By doing this, it stripped the original threading and resulted in my car leaking oil.
I have never had an oil leak, and the car is 15 years old, so this really freaked me out. I don’t like when something it not right with my car.
But when I found out that this problem was due to someone else’s negligence, someone who didn’t have the courage to let me know what had happened, I guess hoping I’d never find out, um, I got pissed.
You mess with my family, my cats or my cars and you are very much going to wish you did not do that.
I don’t go ballistic much, but in those three areas, I will rip you a new one and become your worst nightmare.
To make a long story short, I sent the garage a courier package with a letter that said in essence, you have got to be out of your mind if you think I am going to spend $650 to repair a mistake your garage made.
Well, I really did say that part among other stuff.
I also sent pictures of my home and work parking spaces featuring the oil leak in all of its glory, a repair estimate my normal mechanic (who has been working on my cars since 2000) prepared, along with copies of the receipts of the work they performed and a copy of my attempt to reach them sooner via email that bounced back.
I advised them to fix this, or refund me the cost of the oil change and the $650 needed to repair the damage, or they would be hearing from my lawyer.
Enter said lawyer.
I cannot share the letter he wrote and had FedEx’ed to them because I do not have his permission, but let’s just say, I sure as hell would step up to the plate if I had received that letter.
His letter also stated that all contact of any type going forward should run through him.
On Friday, the lawyer decided to draw up lawsuit paperwork to send over. I think the paperwork was due to be sent out on Monday.
Friday evening I received a voicemail. The garage owner asked that I bring my car in on Saturday so we could review and resolve the situation.
They put my car up, we went through the whole drill again about what was wrong and we were getting nowhere.
Then all of my pent-up anger about this whole unfair situation that has plagued me for three very long weeks tricked out and the f-bombs came flying out of my mouth.
I was hopping mad, like I said; one of the three things you do not want to mess with when it comes to me is my cars.
Three hours later, yes I spent three hours at the garage today supervising any and all work done on my car; asking question as they explained every step of the way what they were doing, we resolved (hopefully) the issue…at no cost to me.
They installed a larger oil plug that required creating new threads, which is very tricky and time-consuming.
And, I did eventually sincerely apologize for being rude and mean with my language explaining that my car means a lot to me and it is not fair that costly damage could be done without my knowledge or consent.
Kinda funny, the owner asked me – Do you work on cars?
I was quite knowledgeable and in the mix the whole time.
I said no, but whenever I take my car in and I am on site, I am in the garage under my car with the mechanic to learn everything I can.
And you know, the people who helped me today, I do not think they are responsible.
But I did notice one person who was missing from the scene.
The mechanic who I am pretty sure preformed the oil change on my car that started all of this.
I get vibes about people, those that helped me today, I truly believe they care about the work they do.
That other dude, hm, something about him rubbed me the wrong way from the start and we didn’t even talk.
To me, he was more disengaged and seemed to be there only for a paycheck and not happily so.
Moral of the story. Do not be afraid to stand up for yourself. Do not be afraid to ask for help.
I am pretty sure if I had not asked the lawyer for help, I would have had to pay $650 to repair something that was not my fault.
And the lawyer helped me, did not charge me, helped me because he is good and kind, and he does not like when people try to harm others by not taking responsibility.
I am going to buy him a $50 Starbucks gift card to say thank you.
And if he doesn’t drink coffee…he can re-gift the card and become someone else’s hero.
Friday I bought a pack of cigarettes. Not smart, I know.
The clerk was ringing me up. She was ready to hit the final key that would prompt me to insert my card for payment, when she stopped.
She looked at me funny and said – I have carded you before, right? You are old enough to buy cigarettes, right?
I assured her, that although my actions weren’t all that smart, I was indeed old enough to purchase cigarettes.
She was relieved and said – Oh good. I certainly did not want to sell to someone who was underage.
Yesterday I went to the ABC store and bought a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila.
Again, prior to hitting the final key to prompt me for payment, this clerk also asked – You are old enough to make this purchase, right?
Once again, I assured her that I was more than old enough to make the purchase and she too was thankful that she wasn’t selling to someone who was underage.
I mean, who hit the jackpot? Um, me. Within 72 hours I was “carded” twice!
Granted, I obviously am not all that bright based on my purchases, but I must still look young.
Now before you try to rain on my parade by pointing out that there are signs posted stating….
I’ll take it!
After all, I am pushing 46. So to be mistaken for a 30ish year old…I am good with that.
I mean like I am really, really, really good with that.
That is all I’ve got.
It is my birthday month so I figure I should really enjoy the gifts each day holds.
Plus, as I told my dad last night – I need to relish this because, um, it cannot go on for very much longer! hahaha
Um, no thank you.
I know I have been complaining (bitching) about work lately, and I would like to retract previously aired complaints.
I complain when I feel frustrated, when I feel like I have given a lot and it seems to be going unnoticed.
I do not give to get and my work MO is pretty much work as if you own the company, while trying to keep some balance in your life.
I still have trouble with that second part. hahaha
As of late, my bosses (1 & 2) have made it more than worth my while to remain where I am doing what I do. Wind blowing and appreciated beyond belief!
I really do work at a great firm, and I work for great bosses and I love what I do and the people I work with….with the exception of the receptionist whom, unfortunately, I hired myself. Oh, and I still dislike my pain in the @ss commute. hahaha
As for my helper, I was told – She is a really nice person (and she is) and she is a great receptionist (and she is that too) but outside of that….she really wants to help, but….
Ok, so I really and truly thought – I can straight up train anyone. Guess what? Not so much.
We shall see what the other side of tax season holds. She still has time to turn things around. But that is an inside job. I cannot make you care about the quality of your work nor can I make you care about our firm as much as I do.
Speaking of which, yesterday, I made a point to show all of the accountants who have had to work on Saturdays for a month now just how much I care about and appreciate them.
I sent them an email about noon….
Lunch is on me peeps! Enjoy.
I enjoy working with each and every one of you and I love my job and bosses!
1 Italian sandwich (for Boss #1)
1 Chicken Parmesan sandwich with light cheese (for Boss #2)
1 chicken, apple and something salad for (Co-worker who is specifically trying to watch their weight)
The rest is for all to share and should hit upon each and everyone’s taste!
Happy Saturday people and soon enough I will be working Saturdays AND Sundays and all will be right in the world.
Enjoy and I appreciate you, Happy Valentine’s Day Weekend!!
I ordered and had delivered…..sandwiches, salads, multiple pizzas (to include veggie for our vegetarian), garlic knots and multiple desserts from Domino’s Pizza.
Boy they were all surprised!
And they were each extremely appreciative. They emailed me separately to say thank you in their own way.
I love doing things like that.
And because of my bosses’ generosity towards me, I was able to.
They have been generous to the others too; it is not all about me.
But if you do something great for me, I am going to want to do something great for you that you are not expecting, just to say – Thank you. I really appreciate what you have done.
From what I have heard, there is a lot of pizza left over. So, I am going to reap rewards from what I sown. hahaha
Happy Valentine’s Day Weekend, I hope you totally surprise someone who has done something that has meant a lot to you.
It doesn’t have to be big, just from the heart.
I stepped away from work this weekend. I mean like for real.
This is the first weekend in a month that I did not bring any work home.
My boss is at the Super Bowl with his son. Pretty neat, huh?
Well, if the busiest man in the firm can take a little time to step away to enjoy life a bit before we are all living at the office, well I needed to follow suit.
I really needed it too – mentally, physically and emotionally.
As a result I have great news! I have been very productive this weekend, taking care of me things.
I am now the proud owner of four new (sports’ car) tires AND a set of rear wheel brake pads!
I took my S2000 in for the annually required inspection, and for the first time in my life, my car failed inspection.
Lucky for me, I remember how much it cost the last time I had to replace all the tires. That knowledge let me know whether or not I was being taken advantage of, you know, being a woman and all.
Not only were they extremely fair, and threw in many discounts, they kept my car locked up nice and safe in their garage the entire time they had it in their possession.. Um. They had me at hello with that move.
I have found my new mechanic(s)! I got to be all up in the garage, like the good ole days. I want to see and learn everything you can show me about my car, Jeep and Harley.
The only reason this whole experience didn’t stress or freak me out is because I had set aside some year-end bonus money I had received from my bosses.
Unlike four years ago when the Honda shop let me know that I would soon need to replace my tires…..but I didn’t have the money so I waited…..yep, it is a freaking miracle that I did not blow out a tire and/or crash my car with the way I was driving on those old tires.
It was mind-blowing when the mechanic showed me the old tires. Yikes!
And my new tires, HOLY CRAP! It is like driving on air. The smoothest ride ever!
A bonus, I walked to the garage yesterday morning to pick up my car. I, um, walked in 25 degree windy but sunny weather at 8:30am on a Saturday to pick up my car….it was @ a 1 ½ miles walk and it felt FREAKING FANTASTIC!
That is the first time in months that I have worn tennis shoes. For real.
What used to be my norm (tennis shoes) had become flip-flops, and I’ve only been doing things that could be done in flip-flops. If I couldn’t do it in flip-flops, well, I wasn’t interested. hahaha
Not anymore. Tennis shoes are soooo back in the game for me.
Even better, I put out a FitBit Walking Challenge, which kinda fell off my radar when my beloved FitBit died, for next week and four people have already joined me!
One other productive/awesome thing I did, I got an Apple® iPhone® 7 Plus baby!
One thing about me, I don’t upgrade unless I need to.
This new phone is only the fourth phone I have owned in the last 20 years.
The sales rep was like, WOW, you really are getting an upgrade lady!
I went from a 4, not a 4s, to the 7 Plus. See. I don’t upgrade for the sake of upgrading. hahaha
Not only is my new, beautiful 7 Plus iPhone the BOMB, but I set it up start to finish all by myself!
Mama has come a long way in the tech world in the last five years!
Now, I need to go take a nap, there is way too much excitement going on in my world this weekend people.
I hope you have a Happy Weekend too!
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