Tomorrow night my sister and I are going out on the town.

(ahahaha- out on the town. Little Christian Girls. In Kuwait. Where dancing, public music, and alcohol are forbidden. Yeah- that makes for a real wild night! )

I told her we have to make “a quick stop somewhere,” before we can go out.

She has no idea that my “quick stop” is to the lame going away BBQ for my boss where she will attend as my date.

Ahahahahaha.

“Quick Stop.”

I’m hilarious.

Oh, and P if you’re reading this I’m totally kidding… it really will be a quick stop. Honest. Will has to work- and having you there will get me in and out in a jif (in a jif?? Did I really just say Jif!?! Oh geez). You’re totally hot and if you go on this date with me I’ll totally put out. hee hee- not that way you grossy.

Can’t wait to see you! <3 xox

Okay so I have this sweater I like. I bought it with my lovely girls during our Texas Weekend of Fun. My friends wouldn’t have let me get a granny sweater, right?

Well- as it turns out they did! I totally bought a granny sweater!

Last week one of the new ladies that works here wore my sweater

She’s in her 50s.

Guys. I seriously need some retail counseling now. 

Thought you could use some encouragement today. <3

A thousand people were standing in my office this morning for what seemed like hours on end and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to yell,

“Get the freaking crap out of my office!! I’m trying to do something HIGHLY important and you guys keep bothering me. GAH!”

IE:

I’m trying to trying to create a Facebook

AND- apply the deoderant I forgot to put on this morning.

I totally smell an Employee Service Award around the corner… or it could just be my left armpit.

It’s been nothing but big, bold, colorful fireworks here today.

From people screaming (literally- SCREAMING), “Get the *#&% (Insert: F-Bomb) out of my office!” at coworkers,

to yelling, “I don’t have to take this *#&@ (Insert: S-Bomb) directly to our managers.

Hmm… do you spell the s-bomb word like this: *#&@ ? Is there a certain way to spell expletives? Like a book of punctuations that equal naughty words?… I should do spell check… ha ha, I would laugh my freaking butt off if it came up saying I spelled *#&@ wrong and suggested another way.

Ahhh, another lovely day in the life at summer camp.

Did you guys know I call my workplace summer camp? I don’t think I’ve ever told you guys that. As you already know- it’s far from arts and crafts and ghost stories by the fire. Summer Camp is just a way to make myself laugh a little each day I have to stand at attention as Revelry is played.

And yes, we’re seriously supposed to do that.

Another day at summer camp.

I mean, there really are a lot of parallels.

You have to get up at the freaking crack of dawn,

It’s hotter than a cat in heat,

And your camp counselors are always getting on your nerves!

If you so choose, you can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the lovely camp dining facilities- with the loooong tables just like at summer camp. Hmm- the eggs even taste exactly like the stuff we used to have back then too!

The list goes on and on.

Anyway- back to the Summer Camp fireworks show…

As soon as the yelling match was over, it was silent in our office and I had to laugh- which is probably the worst reaction EVER.

Why? Why the laugh, Brittny?!

I do that when Will and I are arguing sometimes too. It must be sort of a nervous laugh thing- not a funny- ha ha sort of laugh.

Although… if I’m honest… today was a teensy bit funny-ha ha.

Anyway, it got all quiet and I laughed and simply said, “You see that? THAT is why we need a day off!”

Ha ha. What a way to break the awkward tension- right?

Seriously though! We’re all exhausted. We’re so understaffed it’s not even funny, and we’ve got enough work for a staff double our size. We’re tired, we’re stressed, and we’re at our breaking point. We’ve been working non stop and have been around each other way too much. We need a break!

Today’s wisdom: No days off lead to yelling matches,

And no amount of hand holding and kum-bai-yah singing is going to solve it until we get a few days the heck away from each other!

But no one asks me…

Therefore- I blog.

I find the whole event a little funnier as each hour of the day wanes onward. It’s not funny- really- it’s not…

But it so is.

Anyway, I wish you guys were here. Tomorrow is culottes day and we’re going to make paper mache hats and then decorate them with glitter and buttons!

13= Days I have worked in the last 14 days

18= Days I will have worked by next Thursday (18 out of the last 19)

37= Times I have used the “d word” in the last 5 days

37= Times I had to repent for using the “d word” in the last 5 days

405= Times I have prayed for God to help me get through the day

7,345= Times I have thought to myself, “I seriously need to find a new job.”

4,500= Calories I probably consumed last night. Will and I went to the Terrace Grill and had delicious filet mignons- coupled with about 2 loaves of bread. We then finished it off with out own pints of Baskin Robbins.

Yes- our own pints.

23= Times I complained about how fat I felt last night

140something= Days until I’m lounging on a beach chair drinking iced tea and preparing to port in Italy

31= The high in Kuwait today (in Celsius of course)

15= The number of coffees I had in the last 4 days

4= The number of coffees I should have had in the last 4 days

1= The number of times I lifted this week (which is probably why I’m in a grumpy mood!)

A Million= the number of my friend’s blogs I need to visit and comment on.

Sorry I’ve been bad about keeping up with you guys (and my own blog). It’s been a rough few weeks and I’m at my wits end! I hope you guys are having a great weekend. I look forward to catching up soon!

<3

Happy Birthday Mom! <3

I mentioned “coming back tomorrow” in yesterday’s title.

I sorta shot myself in the foot on that one (ouch! Can you hand me a band-aid?) because I obligated myself to post today!

I wanted to start out with a big internet hug and thank you. I felt so cared for yesterday, and it truly comforted me this morning. We’re such a good little circle of friends, aren’t we? I think so. I really appreciated all your insights, prayers, and kind words. I have so much I wish I could share, but I don’t think the world wide web is the best venue. I’m sure I’ll share later though. In the meantime, thank you for your support. I truly needed it.

I worked today and have to come in tomorrow. I was also told that while it may not happen- be prepared to work

THE NEXT EFFING 14 DAYS STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!

If that’s true, that means I will be working 21 days straight without a break.

I wish I could quit so badly. I just can’t now. Oh guys, my heart hurts today.

I wore my milk and cookie shirt today to keep me cheery. I’m not sure it worked, but that’s okay. Nothing screams happiness like a chocolate chip cookie slapping milk a high five, right?

Enough sad whining crap…

Okay so guess what guys!?

I might have a guest blogger next week!

YES!

How fun and exciting, right!?

Will was so bummed about Brett Favre retiring that he actually sat down and wrote some thoughts! I was really touched by them and thought it was cool that he just randomly wrote a little essay on his feelings (ha ha essay. Funny. Brings me back to high school).

I asked him if I could post it on here and he said maybe.

I thought it would be cool. I mean, you guys know what I tell you about Will, but you don’t “know” him from his perspective! After 3 years of blogging I figure I ought to let you get to know my football-crazed husband a little better. So, let’s hope he’s gracious enough to let me post his cute little Favre essay on my blog.

I miss Will, I’m going home now to give him a hug.

Love you guys. Perhaps I’ll post tomorrow in protest of coming in.

Hmmm, I’ll have to think of what I can wear tomorrow to cheer me up. Perhaps a shirt with a big fat bird on the front… that’s discreet, right? It’s pretty much the only way I can tell them what I want to without getting in trouble… though I’m pretty sure God wouldn’t like it either.

Enough thoughts for today. Have a good weekend. 

Have you ever felt like you’re facing a full blown marathon, and you’re showing up late dressed in spiky heels and fitted skirt?

Oh- and you’ve never run a mile in your whole life.

I sort of feel that way today.

I’ve felt that way a lot lately.

I feel as though I’m showing up for a marathon that will be almost impossible to finish and the mere thought of processing this marathon makes me exhausted. It makes my heart hurt.

It’s no secret I’ve been frustrated with work lately. It’s not so much my actual job. I like that. It’s the situation I’m in. I think some of it has to be with where I’m located. It’s difficult to get “real” people that will come to Kuwait and work. I’ve also found that some managers here would never in a million years be able to make it in America. There are a lot of factors… no need for me to get into that today.

Have you ever faced a “marathon” that was so long and uphill to the point where you felt like throwing your hands up and walking away?

I sort of feel that way. I feel so bogged down with things to the point where I feel like packing up and going home and not worrying about it.

I know we probably all feel that way sometimes, and I certainly don’t want to sound like a “work martyr” (though I probably do), but I just need to blow off some steam today or I’m liable to up and quit, feel great for five minutes-

And then totally regret it.

There are so many frustrations I feel right now to the point where I can’t even verbally process them, so I won’t try. I just feel sick over everything and that’s all I really know how to verbalize. I just feel like yelling, “Why won’t you listen to us?!!” to my managers. We’ve made it no secret that this marathon is going to take a long time to run, much longer than they’d like, yet they’re pushing forward with no concept of the actual situation…

Just one of my many grievances today. Couple that with the fact that we’re forced to move and, well, you’ve just mixed yourself a potent cocktail.

I also feel sad because I’m going to miss my anniversary and mom’s birthday, all for “the mission.” I know in the grand scheme of life it may not be that big of a deal, but right here and right now in the moment it seems so.

Why is it that when you’re feeling down you think of absolutely every possible negative thing going on in your life?

I mean seriously! My toast could have come out slightly burned and I would have lamented about it all day. I guess I’m sort of like that today. I’m lamenting about work, then missing my anniversary and mom’s birthday, then P going away to college, and not shaving my legs for a few days… see? You think of anything and everything to make you even more down.

How silly, right!?

Maybe I’m the only person that does that- but I bet not. There’s a lot of country songs to back me up.

I did get a nice surprise today, though. I got a text from my mom today saying my parents were going to pay for my cruise! I was shocked. What a loving gesture! Now all I have to cover is airfare and excursions. What a sweet thing. Getting that news was a day brightener. In fact, this cruise has definitely helped me get through the day lately. That and coming home to see Will.

Poor Will.

He LOVES when I have to work like I am now (<- a full blown sarcastic sentence).

I keep telling myself, “You just need to get through the next 2 weeks and things will be better,” and then once those 2 weeks are over, another thing comes up and I make myself another promise, “You just have to get through the next month and it will all be okay,” yet that day never comes. If I had a dollar for everytime I heard “After March things will be so much better” I’d be so rich. Here it is March and now we’ve just stretched things out until only God knows how long.

Believe it or not, I’M TRYING TO LIVE A LIFE HERE. I know work is #1 priority above God and family to you all (you being most people in my company, not you as in YOU), but I’ve made the decision to put work below those things.

I’m ready for my ship to sail. P, how many days is it again?? I ought to do a countdown of my own.

Instead I’m sitting at my desk, mentally shut down and dreading the moutain I’m about to climb. There seriously comes a point where overtime pay doesn’t matter.

See why I asked you to come back tomorrow?

Love you guys. 

They turned the AC on. Hmm, do you think they read my blog?

Or maybe they saw the puddle under my chair…

It is sweltering in my office and it’s getting me so angry! The ladies in my office keep it so hot in here! I’m literally sweating, which is really embarrassing! You’d think they’d get the hint considering I’m fanning myself with a

BRIGHT

FOLDER.

It’s like the sun, waving back and forth- trying to get their attention. Only it’s not working.

I’ve wanted to post a big, long post about this very subject, but every time I start it gets me even hotter and madder so I just log off.

SWEATINESS GUYS! SWEATINESS!