May 28

Three things to talk about this fine Las Vegas morn. Actually, four - One of my employees has three dingos. Dingos? I thought they were nasty predators? She tells me they are sweet, but has no idea why they ate Meryl Streep's baby, no, she doesn't.

I had a great visit with family over Memorial Day weekend, very relaxing. But as soon as I dropped off my boys, gassed up and started home - I began the grumble. Effing 6 and a half hour drive. Why did I move? grumble. Eventually got to Cedar City to gas up again, a little more relaxed, called she-who-will-not-be-named to let her know I was stopping in Mesquite for dinner and maybe a little 21.

As soon as I hit St. George at just after 3:15 PM, I-15 bcomes a rest stop. It remained this way for two hours until I got just within sight of the Virgin River Gorge. This is a distance, perhaps of 20 miles, give or take. The whole time I was so angry that I was going to be later in gtting home than I wanted, and now I wasn't even going to get a chance to stop in Mesquite. I was pissed. I knew it was some motorhead accident up ahead, and I was also mad at them.

Then I saw the camoflauged pants, covered up by an orange blanket on the side of the road, deceased http://www.legalinfo360.com/2009/05/1-dead-10-injured-in-car-accident-on-i-15/. He wasn't going to make it home at all. His family would always have Memorial day to remember this sad, sad news. Me too.

Also, this morning, I have been on the phone with my work since about 5 AM. This happens about once every week or so, especially on the wekends. In fact, I count on it for the weekends. I am ahead of myself. My job title is Production Manager. This means that when we are not producing or able to produce, on the business side I am the first to gt the call (usually our IT department knows first). This also means that during rollouts and such, I am onsite. I am basically on call all day, all week.

I love what I do, but I generally hate to hear my company phone ring. Sometimes its a real issue, like this morning was (which, during this blog, has corrected itself), but more often than not, it is one of my employees calling with what I like to call, an educational retraining opportunity (there are no dumb questions). I get my fur in a bunch evrytime I hear the dman thing ring.

Again, though, cue the sappy music, I am thankful I have a job. I am thankful that I have a boss that encourages my school and is supportive of me during this dark time in my marriage. I am one of the fortunate non-degreed ones, who thhrough skill, luck and charm have risen to the place I am. Now I jsut have to keep it up. Thanks for the job.

Finally, what the hell is up with Jon and Kate? Seriosuly I would have backed out of that train wreck of a marriage two years ago. Taken the cute kids and run. GO JON! RRRUUUUUUUUNNNNNN!

I love you.