So, did the Easter Bunny leave you lots of eggs to hunt for? Did same bunny deliver lots of chocolate for you to devour? Well, Peter Cottontail skipped my house this year, forcing me to buy all that sugary stuff on my own. To be honest, though, I do need to keep watching what I eat, so it’s just as well that E.B. passed me by. Perhaps next year, though.
For the first time in Heaven knows how long, this Easter weekend was a three-day weekend for me. As I noted a couple of posts ago, the place of business I’m currently assigned to was closed on Good Friday. This is unlike how it was at my previous place of employment, which only took Christmas Day off as a holiday, because the services they provide never take a holiday (excluding Christmas Day).
But while a three-day weekend is relaxing for some, this weekend hasn’t been that way for me. Not that that’s a bad thing, for I did spend a bit of “me” time at the mall on Friday. Most of that time was for Male Mode Me, however, including treating myself to a big breakfast (note to self: still watch what you’re eating), getting my hair cut, and buying a couple of shirts for my closet and shoes for my feet. But I did find a couple of nice tops for the feminine side of my closet.
My Saturday of Easter Weekend was a very busy one, for it had me heading out of Madison and going to my family’s annual Easter to-do at my little sister’s house. While it was nice to see the family, it was the pits that I didn’t get to see any of my nieces. And for various reasons to boot:
The first reason involves two of my nieces from the older of my two sisters. Originally, our family was going to have our to-do next weekend. But because our mother has to work next weekend, we moved it to yesterday. But Sis had a “brain fart” (Mom’s term), forgetting the fact that her husband’s family always has their own Easter thing on the actual Easter weekend. Having to choose between one to-do or the other, her daughters wanted to stick closer to home and celebrate Easter with her husband’s parents. And I don’t blame them, especially considering the fact that their paternal grandmother had a bout with cancer. She’s been in remission for the past 18 months, thank goodness, but it’s always better to cherish those extra moments with someone who’s thankful to still be around.
The other reason involves my other two nieces, the daughters of my youngest sister. Unfortunately, Little Sis and her daughters have a bit of a falling out. I do not know the details, and I fear it would give me grief if I did know. But let’s just say that they are currently a little more closer to their father than to their mother (they divorced several years ago). At least it’s not a “I never want to see you again” kind of falling out. They do see each other time and again, but unfortunately, yesterday wasn’t one of those times. I guess one can chalk it up to one daughter growing restless (the eldest is 20 and engaged to be married this fall), and the other daughter (she’s 15) being influenced a little too much. Perhaps one day the three of them can bridge their differences and reach mutual civility.
As for me, I did share some of my concerns about my work situation to Mom. As I’ve also mentioned a couple of posts ago, my assignment has been kind of stressful as of late. Originally, I was hesitant to tell Mom about my plight, thinking all she’d say in response is, just keep plugging away and you’ll be all right. Instead, she was quite empathetic, even sympathetic. She reminded me of her own work struggles, including quitting one job where she felt her work load was overflowing and she didn’t feel the respect and encouragement of her superiors.
What Mom went through then isn’t unlike what I’m going through right now. I do feel some sort of appreciation from at least one of the two managers I work under, but the other (the one I see on an everyday basis) is demanding and show even a hint of kindness, let alone appreciation. Mom thinks I should consider other employment, and she may be right. However, I’m not one to throw up my hands, give up, and walk away. I mean, that would the unprofessional thing to do.
Still, Mom’s point is valid, and I at least should consider what may make me happy in the long run. Heck, that “happy place” could very well be where I’m at right now, even if it’s not self-evident. This week, our team (such as we are) will sit down and discuss what things the new hires who will be coming in later this month will take on. Hopefully, that spreading of duties will be beneficial for all of us… and in turn create a bit of blissful relief for this devoted worker.
I go back to work on Monday, so that means this Easter Sunday finds me psyching myself up for the busy work week ahead. As well, I’ve been trying to clean house and straightening out closets today. Well, trying is the key word. Let’s just say there’s a lot of tidying up to do.
Speaking of cleaning stuff, this day found me also doing laundry. Unfortunately, I had to do a load twice because… well, brace yourself, because I’m about to seriously increase the ick factor on you: After the washing machine in our building’s basement stopped (yes, it’s a coin-op the whole building uses), I started unloading the washer’s tub and grabbed something peculiar, something that was stringy, feathery, and definitely not anything I put into that tub.
The “peculiar” something was… wait for it… a dead mouse.
Naturally, I screamed bloody murder. How in the world did that thing wind up in there? I thought rhetorically. No, I didn’t want to know either. I made a bee line upstairs, grabbed a big mound of paper towels, reached in with that wad, grabbed that dead mouse, and disposed of it in the trash can. Then, every bit of laundry from that load was washed again. The less I had to deal with dead mouse germs (on my hands or my clothing), the better.
This Easter Sunday also found me getting in exercise and going out for a run… which may have been a bad idea. One of the perks I lost when I had to leave my prior place of employment was access to the gym, where I spent most Sunday mornings utilizing their weight machines and running a few miles on their treadmills. I haven’t found a replacement gym yet. Combine that with the fact that our winter was brutally cold meant that I haven’t put in as much running as before. Earlier this afternoon when I did run… well, boy, did that lack of running show, as I hit that proverbial “wall” at least three times. In my defense, our neighborhood has a couple of steep hills that I had to deal with, hills that would probably leave the most skilled of runners exhausted. But at least I’m taking the initiative to run again. I haven’t put in enough running this spring to leave me ready for the Crazylegs Classic, ruling out that event next weekend. But hopefully I’ll get in enough running for another race around here later this summer.
Here’s hoping your Easter weekend has been a nice one, that the remainder of it will be just as enjoyable… and that you don’t find any dead mice in your own washing machine. Really, eww!!!!