Today's post title came straight from the mouth of my friend Karly. Karly is one of those people who will tell you like it is and doesn't care if you like it or not. God - I love that woman! As usual, Karly is right. I'm a goddamned mess. I was so freaking sure, for this entire pregnancy, that I wasn't going to become a blubbering idiot that pregnant women always turn into. And I wasn't. Up until about two or three weeks ago. Now I cry at everything. And then I get mad that I'm crying, which makes me cry. It's a vicious cycle I tell ya.
The most recent "Everything is going wrong. Nothing is going right. I hate everyone and everything. I just want to be home in bed." episode was this entire week.
To begin with I've been dealing with some absolute ridiculous insurance requirements for one of our current projects. No matter how long a subcontractor of ours has been onsite, when it comes time to renew their insurance it's a huge process of getting the right stuff. Not to mention the headache it is to get the insurance squared away before a new sub ever steps foot on the jobsite. Disaster I tell you. Complete disaster.
My biggest problems with the insurance issue for starters is that I'm not an insurance agent. I can only send to the companies we hire the insurance requirements. When they send me their insurance back I can "read" a little bit of it but for the most part all of it may as well be in Swahili. All in all it can, and has, taken weeks to get my subcontractors the proper insurance. Meanwhile, they can't begin to do their work until the insurance is ok.
Also? I can't force these subcontractors to jump all over the insurance and make them get me it. All I can really do is to repeatedly tell them that they can't start until the insurance is approved. Beyond that my hands are tied. I try to stay on top of them, and I don't think I do such a bad job, but I do have other things that I work on as well. My entire focus isn't insurance.
The second part of my "Everything SUCKS" week is that Craig turned over to me the responsibility of getting the LEED information for the same project as the insurance catastrophe project. I mentioned this in a previous post. I'm still beyond furious about this. He has not a clue what kind of horrors this type of stuff is to do last minute. I've been trying to get as much done as I can but there is information from him that I need and he's "too busy" to sit down with me and go over it. I've repeatedly informed him that I need his help. He repeatedly ignores me.
Next is the "I hate everyone and everything" part of my week. I promise you that I am not always this mopey and neither is this post. Hang with me for a minute more... Craig came into the office on Weds and headed straight into our boss's office. They then came out to my desk. My boss asked me why the insurance isn't being handled. He was very rude about it as well. Craig was standing behind him with a look on his face that made me want to beat the shit out of him. I showed him all of the email correspondence between me and the subs, and me and the general contractor to show him that I was working on it.
He then wanted to know why I wasn't getting the LEED information. I had a hunch when Craig was standing there with a smug look on his face, and this question from my boss confirmed it - Craig threw me under the bus. He was getting reamed out for not having the subs onsite and not getting the LEED information to the general contractor, and instead of telling my boss that I was working on it he just laid all the blame at my feet.
So I decided that if I was gonna be road kill - so was he. I simply turned it all around on him and explained to my boss that this insurance requires more than a days notice to get due to how complicated and expensive it is. If I had been given at least a week I could have gotten it a lot quicker but as it was I was given less than 24 hours notice since Craig doesn't even call the office before lunchtime, let alone come in. I also informed him that I've requested face to face time with Craig on several occasions to go over the LEED info, of which I've been ignored, as well as the face that LEED info is not easy to get and I am working on it but again it takes time.
The final part of my "Everything is going wrong" week was yesterday when my female boss informed me that I would not have 2 weeks paid time off in September because according to her records I have only been here for 3 years and not 5.
Wha... WHAT?!
I started at this company the day after Labor Day 2007. In March of '09 I was temporarily laid off as the company was struggling to stay open. During the 6 months I was "laid off" I was still working here 2 days a week to help them out by doing the things that either no one else really remembered how to do or that they didn't have time to concentrate on. In September of '09 I came back full time. According to my boss the return date in Sept '09 is the date they consider my start date so I didn't have the 2 weeks in September as I thought. I was furious. While I'm appreciative of everything they've done for me here, this made me feel like shit. I was so mad I was ready to quit right then and there. I was pissed off all night about this. I was actually trying to get in touch with Dick to see if his company had any openings, I was so mad.
Thank you for reading all that bullshit to get this far. Here is where I start to perk up...
When my female boss came into the office this morning she told me that she and her husband (did I ever mention that both my bosses are married to each other?) talked it over and they are not going to look at the time I was "laid off" as if I wasn't working here. So September is my 5-year anniversary and I will have 2 weeks PTO to use on my maternity leave. In addition to that they will pay me 1/2 my current salary for the remaining weeks I am off.
Whew... While that doesn't make up for Craig being a wimpy-ass-crybaby BITCH, it did help to make my work week end on a slightly better note than it started on.
Due to all this bullshit I was a blubbering idiot this week. I'd call Jessie in tears and she'd pretend to understand what I was babbling about. I was at home watching Say Yes To The Dress Bridesmaids and you could tell this one bridesmaid felt so very out of place among the other bridesmaids that I started to cry for her.
REALLY?!?! IT'S REALITY TELEVISION!!
Holy crap. Karly is SO right! I'm a GOD DAMNED MESS!
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