Training, Destruktor & other news

Yesterday was a crazy, roller coaster of a day. I've been training a lot lately and one of the girls doesn't seem to be a good fit for the company. She's worked at our location before, which she reminds me of at least a dozen times a day and although she's decent at interacting with people, her attitude is getting in the way of her training. She tried to throw me under the bus by making up lies about me and trashing my abilities as a trainer to my general manager. Luckily, nearby was a friend and mid-level manager who stuck up for me. All that being said, it was difficult to go in yesterday and pretend to be nice to this evil, manipulative girl who passes the blame on to anyone but herself. Long story short, we (the company) gave her ample time to complete the training program and she was let go during our training session. She was pissed and as feisty as she is, I doubt we've seen the last of her.

My mood was lifted until I had Destruktor: The Tasmanian Toddler sit down with his white trash mother at table 12. This kid was standing on the booth seat bouncing up and down as if it were a trampoline. I was terrified that he would trip and fall and possibly bust his head open so I tried to stop him every time I caught him. The mother didn't discipline her child at all and the kid refused to acknowledge my presence. (Mom's cell phone was playing Family Guy and thus glued to Destruktor's face.) This trailer spawn soon found our (real) plant on a ledge and proceeded to shred the mulch and moss, making a holy mess. Finally the happy, disrespectful family left and I was forced to clean the mess. Oh, the joys of not having a busser. While picking up trash, I noticed Destruktor has chewed up a Tootsie Roll and the spit it out, getting it stuck in the booth crack. I slid my hand in the crack and swiped the brown candy out, realizing immediately it wasn't candy at all. Destruktor the Tasmanian Toddler left behind a nugget of poop for me (as if the minimal tip wasn't a large enough "F YOU"). I freaked out, almost threw up and cleaned the area. I DO NOT GET PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS! I mean, honestly, parents. Don't breed unless you intend to pay attention to your hellions...please and thank you. From now on, instead of saying, "Oh...sh*t", everyone who worked that shift now says, "Oh, TABLE TWELVE!""

Since there is no possible way to transition from a story so vulgar and, as I'm finding out for everyone EXCEPT myself, hilarious...here is some news:

ADAM PASSED HIS FINAL FLIGHT!! I couldn't be more proud o my baby! He's completed his entire flight syllabus from start to finish. Unfortunately, since he's gone through all of those rough patches, we have to wait for the Skipper to talk with Adam and approve him to advance to the "real squadrons". Keep those fingers crossed cause this guy has the final say. Adam's mom was right; The Navy's motto IS: Hurry up and wait. My hubby's job is teaching me more patience than anything else ever could.

There is another Home-o-Rama this Spring and I am very much looking forward to it. We went last Summer and it was a blast looking at half million - million dollar homes that I'd never be able to afford. It's crazy how much I love simply looking around. I did get a few great ideas for renovation ideas in our budget and now the fact that Home-Owning is just around the corner (well, hopefully) it's even THAT much more exciting. Man, 5 years ago, I would have been bored to tears by all this nonsense. Must mean I'm getting old...but it's not too bad. :)

I found an old, wooden chair along the road in a pile of trash while Adam and I were riding bikes the other day. After our ride, I drove back to the trash pile, met the old woman throwing it out, had a brief conversation about dogs, arts, and life, then headed home. As soon as I have some free time (I'm aiming for Saturday) I'm going to run to Home Depot and get some sandpaper and wood stain to re-purpose my trash find. It's my first time ever doing something like this so I'm hoping it turns out as awesome as I'm imagining. Don't worry, I'll take pictures!

Sidenote: Never realized how difficult it is to eat a rapidly melting popcicle while going fast down a hill, trying to keep your hat on your head all simultaneously keeping you and your bike from running into trees or traffic. Ugh, I'm such a novice.


Also, on previously mentioned biking trip, Adam and I discovered the house we want to buy was unlocked. We sneaked in and took some pictures and ran out before anyone caught us. Pretty sure it's not breaking and entering...but it might have been trespassing. Oh well, here's some pictures. Still waiting on our mortgage guy to get off his tush and submit preapproval paperwork. (We call him almost daily at this point so we're hoping that will light a fire.)

This was the only photo I could upload in time. Gotta run off to work.