You Can't Fix Crazy

My sister told me that one night when I was on the phone with her in frustrated cry telling her of what SHE did this time. As I was ranting, she calmly said "You can't fix crazy." And she's right! I have to keep reminding myself of this every time I have to deal with my current boss *technically she is a principal, but she is no leader, she's a boss*

You would think that if a person is leaving, going, out the door, out of your life, you would let them pack up and just say "Asta luegga!" or however you spell it *or if your a smartass like me.... yeah, I know you are so don't even try to deny it!.... "don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!" as the person is leaving*

But nooooooooooooooooooooo, this woman just can't leave well enough alone. She has to continue to dig her claws in and twist till the very last day. Unbelievable!

Monday, I spent the first half of the day at the new school talking with the person who I will be replacing. Getting the info on high school, what she ordered for next year and all that good stuff. Then we went out for lunch. Now mind you, the county that I work for allocated 10 work days for media specialist that are beyond the normal school schedule. These days are for us to get all of our other responsibilities taken care of. Sooooo, I decided to use 1/2 of one of my days to go to the new school.

I don't know what caused the panic, but you would have thought that Osama had taken over my school. My phone starts going off like crazy. The secretary from the school I'm leaving is calling me trying to find out where I was. When I call her back, she puts the crazy lady on the phone *you know, Jekyll and Hyde* She starts out all sweet "Where are you?" and when I tell her that I was at the other school ... swoosh out comes Hyde.... "You are suppose to be here at this school. They don't have you till July 1!" It was all down hill from there! I came very close to going back to my school, packing up the rest of my office and walking out without doing another thing!

Last year, I stopped checking my work email from home because this crazy woman would be sending emails at all hours of the day and night that would just grate on my nerves and ruin my nights or weekends. So my solution was not to check and only respond to her emails when I was at work. It took her a while to understand that I no longer check my work emails from home. But last night, I broke my rule. I don't know what possessed me *maybe there's a Hyde in me ..... naaahhhh* and sure enough the very reason why I stopped doing that was staring me in the face. An email from HER. She was really going to push it to the limit and make my last few days there miserable.

You want to know just how bad it was..... I search my medicine cabinet to find my bottle of Valium and stuck it in my purse to take to work with me this morning - just in case.

I responded to her email as politely as I could without letting her get to me, but she just couldn't leave well enough alone. She wanted to meet with me and she wanted to make sure I knew that she didn't think I was doing my job. I could feel my blood pressure going up. My assistant could see that SHE had worked my last nerve and she started telling me to take my medication *laugh* *30 minutes before this meetings I popped a pill* And she was going to try and prevent me from working my last few hours *a sudden reality check of what was happening to me this summer made me remember that I really did need a full last paycheck*

I had forgotten how loopy Valium can make me when I first take it, but shit, I thought better for me to laugh my ass off with her, then strangle her and have to use my one phone call to get bailed out of jail. *Isn't there a saying that goes something like -smile it makes them wonder what you've been up too. So a full on laugh would really have her wondering!* Needless to say the meeting was over rather quickly when she realized I wasn't going to let her get to me *Thank you Valium* And I had my hours back.

Then Valium and silliness kicked in full force when I realized that I would not have to deal with HER the rest of this week! She will be out. I started doing my happy dance in the media center. *my poor assistant, but she's known I'm crazy*

Do you watch the show Two and a Half Men? There was an episode where Judith (Alan's ex-wife) announces that she's getting married and Alan comes to the realization that this means he won't have to pay alimony anymore. He started doing this little dance and sings "No more al-i-mo-ny, no more al-i-mo-ny" Did you see that episode?? Well picture that dance, except I'm singing "No more crazy Sally, no more crazy Sally" Then I kicked it up a notch and started dancing around like a Conga line and kicking my leg out and I was singing it. *yeah, those of you that know me are picturing it right now aren't you? Aren't you! HEY! Stop laughing, I don't look that funny..... hmmm.... OK maybe I do* Maybe I'll get my assistant to take a picture of my Happy Dance tomorrow, and if you're really good I might post them. I had my assistant laughing and now she was saying I better not take anymore medication! *laugh*

"No more crazy Sally, no more crazy Sally" Oh, sorry, got off track there for a minute :)

After work I headed to the gym. I had been slacking at the gym these last few months as I've been dealing with my health issue crisis. Not my best plan of action, since the exercise would have kept the depression and worrying more at bay, but when I'm down and out I just forget the other benefits to exercise besides the waistline. But I want to drop another 10 pounds before the surgery. Since I'm not going to be moving around very much afterwards I anticipate that I might gain a bit afterwards.

When I got home from the gym, I was pouring myself a glass of ice water and getting ready to ice down my knee *yeah, on top of everything else my knee inflammation decides it wants to start acting up* when my phone rings. It's Mr. X *yeah, I know I haven't said much about him lately, but you all remember him* and he starts asking me how long is his list. A while back he dubbed me "The Steel Trap" because I remember almost everything when it came to us. This "list" is a running record of all the slaps and punches I owe him for stupid things he says that I will of course inflict upon him the next time I see him. I had no idea where he was going with this, but I played along and said it would have to be at least 10-15 pages long by now. He then tells me that he gets to remove 10 pages of it. Apparently, when I emailed him today in my Valiumed-state-of-mind, I added my "knitting" signature to the email that includes this blog address. (Hi, Mr. X. Now that you have found me, I have a feeling that you are reading this) and he followed the link. From my blog, he found my flickr site and looked at all the pictures *which included about 10 pages of yarn pictures - can you see where this is heading* I laughed my ass off. You all know what those pictures are for, but I could just picture him going through these pages wondering what the hell I was doing taking pictures of my yarn! *LAUGH* I laughed so hard that my fibroids started to hurt! Of course, after my last two days, I needed a good laugh like that.

Anyhoo, he was trying to tell me that because he suffered through all these photos of yarn porn, 10 pages get to be removed from "The List" Nope, un-un, not happening! I did not tell you to go look at all that yarn porn *and I know right now he's thinking -yarn porn??* but that's what ya get when you go snooping! *hee-hee*

OK, time for a shower. I'm off. I promise project updates next time *I know I prmoised that last post, but I just had to share this first*

She heads off to the shower singing "No more crazy Sally, no more crazy Sally, no more......"