She may be growing older, but she'll always be my sweet Laini Bug.
It's looking like Princess Pie will get the small non-speaking roles, but also the choir role, too. At least, if nothing changes she will! You may remember that two weeks ago, her Spanish teacher called to tell us that she had a zero in the class for not turning in work. She's been busting keister to get the grade up. It is now at a 69. ONE POINT from passing! We're going to go in tomorrow morning to ask what she can do to get that grade to a seventy tomorrow. She has to have a passing grade to do any of this, and I'm certainly not going to let this stand in her way of making some totally AWESOME memories.
Up with the sun, today! I have a Plexus training meeting at Audra's house later, and off to the gym before that. I am loving life! I hope that you are, too. grin emoticon Enjoy the rest of your weekend everyone!
At 5:30, the thunder crashes and lightning flashes across the sky. I’ve been afraid of thunderstorms since forever, but even more so since that super cell hit us a few years ago. This time, I can hear my baby chicks chirping out in the wind and the rain, calling out for help. I can’t get to them, but I can hear them. The rain stops around seven. Daughter checks and they seem fine. We go to the truck to drive her to school.
I splash down into my seat, and groan as I feel the drops of rain falling from the roof of my truck. I wore the shorts that are see through when they get wet. My roof leaks and there is a huge puddle in my seat. My daughter holds a napkin over the leaky spot while I drive. The roadway is covered in several spots in several inches of water. A quick assessment of the location assures me that we can cross safely so we do. Using my four wheel drive, and going very slowly, we inch across each road river.
As we pull in to the school, a spider pops up on the inside of the driver side window. The one window in the entire car that doesn’t roll down. And, my steering column starts smoking again. I still don’t know why the column smokes but at this point, I just want to get home. I drop her off and head home. I’m in a hurry to get home to the baby chicks, so completely forget to hop out of the truck and get the spider out first.
The road rivers are gone and traffic is moving at normal speed. The spider I’ve forgotten about starts dangling from the roof of the truck. The wet slippery roof. He falls onto my seat belt. Then, when I try to scare him away, he jumps onto my shoulder. I do my best to ignore him because I just know that if I try to brush him away, he’ll bite and I don’t have time for the panic attack that would ensue. By the time I get home, he’s gone.
I check on the chicks and five of the fifteen appear to be dead. I reach in to pull them out and discover they’re breathing, very weakly but breathing. I pull them out quickly, wrap in wash cloths, put under the heat lamp and check on them every fifteen minutes. It takes several hours, but all five of the nearly dead chicks recover.
At the same time as this, I’m also talking to an applicant on the phone who swears up and down that one of the recruiting platforms we use sent out an email telling everyone to under no circumstance, give out your bank info, address, sign contracts, etc. even when hired for a position. We’re in the middle of a massive hiring spree, and nobody has been wanting to sign contracts. Now we know why.
I called my account manager with the recruiting platform and discuss the issue. It was a very badly worded blog post with the best of intentions. They’re now trying to fix the problem.
Work is behind schedule, deadlines need to be met. One editor on a project is out for the weekend, the new one emails to say she doesn’t want to start until Tuesday, and the last one is about to have hundreds of CDs to edit all by himself within a matter of days. This is likely to push him over the edge into quitting territory. (Man, I hope not!)
I also discover that submission forms aren’t being filled out, and there is a large amount that still needs completion.
So, at what point would you have had a melt down? At what point would the stress have been too much for you to handle? When would you have shut it all down and walked away?
Would it be the early morning thunderstorm? The spider sitting up on your shoulder while you’re trying to not drive off the road? How about the discovery of what appears to be five dead baby chicks, or the mad rush to bring them back to life? At what point do you stop and have your meltdown?
At what point do you start stress eating? Lighting another cigarette? Grab for that soda? Start counting down to wine time?
Me? I’m still kicking! Before Plexus, I’d have been done right from the start. It would have been one meltdown after another all day long.
I share this stuff with you guys because it makes a difference. It has changed how I handle the very same issues that would have ripped me up before. Plexus works. And it’s not about weight loss, it’s about gaining your life back.
Okay, Kinzer Projects folks! I'll be out on May 19th. :D
Oh, I'm so excited, and can't wait to tell Princess Pie!
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