Great aunt sounded good on Saturday, but today she was moved to the ICU. My mother is of course freaking out, because freaking out is what she does best. Great aunt has too many grandkids and great-grandkids to count, she has lineal relatives in the same area code to deal with this. They will be there. This is not our responsibility, and even if we could drop everything and fly 1200 miles we have zero legal authority to act. I know this, Cousin C knows this. But my mother, who is 1200 miles away, is adopting this as her personal crisis. She's calling Cousin C multiple times a day, and C is bravely falling on the crazy grenade for me, so I can deal with the crazy bombs going off at work. C is totally getting the Lakeview Clapotis for Christmas, along with some really fancy bath goodies and such. I'm thinking every squishy smelly bar Lush makes, for starters. And wine. She has EARNED it. She is also my best sanity check when I feel guilty about my mother - she's the one who says, "I don't know how you are as sane as you are, Jesus Christ, she'd drive anybody batshit!" She's taking the crazy bullets for me right now, and I love her for it.
It's only Tuesday. Tonight I'm answering the door for the trick-or-treaters that have been very sparse so far. Could it be because I just turned on the porch light and didn't decorate? I'm sorry, my house is brightly lit and looks unthreatening, but I didn't have time when I got home late again, and Girl got home even later.
Tomorrow night I am tackling the stress with a formal plan. It involves nightly hour-long workouts. And I have a plan for the job. I am giving them the rest of this quarter and the next quarter to get their shit together and staff us properly. That is generous, and if they piss me off royally before time I reserve the right to cut that deadline to When I Am Really Pissed Off. But this is reasonable. If by the end of March we don't have proper staff support, I'm gone. I plan to be gone from Florida, or at least on the way out, but honestly I could go downtown right now and make around what I'm making and have ONE boss instead of four or seven or whatever the count is this week. I'd get one or two bonuses a year instead of a quarterly thing, but honestly, at this point the hours I'm putting in and the stress I'm under is averaging out to average money.
The crazy calls at work did taper off after the boss talked to my favorite VP. My favorite VP asked me if she was being a burden and to tell her if she was, and I told her that my only concern was that her people were writing my number on the bathroom walls in the other division, and she doubled over laughing but totally got it, and will direct them to filter everything through her. They aren't allowed to call me directly with their wildass ideas. She gets paid to smack them upside the head, I have enough people like that already.
So far I have had EIGHT trick or treaters. Even the usual suspects haven't come to the door. Last year it was about 50, the year before about 100. The year before, maybe 60. I cannot predict the traffic. I am up to my ass in KitKat Bars. This is so dangerous. They are soo good with coffee in the morning.