Again, Not Much Going On

In fact, today there is less going on than there was yesterday. *laughs*

Last night Master and I had planned on fucking, but we were both still sore from helping BC move and it was just becoming more apparent as the night went on. So sleep it was.

I was up before Master this morning. It appears that He is getting a summer cold. Hopefully it's not strep or anything like that. I'll be keeping an eye on Him the best that I can. Although I am returning to work tomorrow, so I'll have to just keep an eye on Him at night.

The carpool I take to and from work won't be able to take me home tomorrow night, so Master will be picking me up. MZ (the driver of the carpool) got a new (to her) car and needs to get it registered. Of course the DMV was closed today, and will be closed by the time we get out of work tomorrow. So she's leaving work a good two hours early to go get that handled.

It's a bit annoying on the one hand, because she offered to take us home if we left at the same time she did, but I can't really afford the time off work. The plus side is that if we have enough work to do tomorrow, I will probably stay late and get a little bit more time on the paycheck. I don't know how late I would want to stay, but I really don't get a chance to stay late at any other point simply because I've already paid for that week in gas to MZ, so it doesn't make sense to stay late and then have Master come out and get me, effectively paying the gas twice for that trip home.

We need extra funds, so I might start picking up a few hours here and there when and if I can. Hopefully my review will be soon so I can get that small bump in my hourly wages. At this rate I think working overtime when I can at my current job is a damn sight better than picking up a 2nd one. That way I can make my own hours (as far as overtime goes) instead of being at the whim of a second job telling me when I have to be there. The downside is that when we don't have the work to justify the overtime, I won't be able to do it.

Plus Master is putting job applications out like crazy, so hopefully something will come to fruition there soon as well.

Sunday's Post

Master and I are both extremely sore today from helping with the move yesterday. Our legs and arms especially. Oh the joy of it all.

Today I got up and took Radar out. I played around on the computer for a little while and then Master got up. We went down to my mother's today and brought Radar with us. Master kept him on the leash for most of it, as we didn't want him getting into things he wasn't supposed to be in or terrorizing my mother's cat.

All things considered I think Radar did very well. All the excitement must have worn him out because he took a long nap once we got home.

Other than that there hasn't been a lot going on today, and I don't have much on my mind besides trying not to make my legs or arms more sore than they already are.

Tomorrow is the last day of my four day weekend, already. :-(

It kind of went fast. Most likely because Saturday we helped move someone, even though we were home by like 1:30pm and today we went to my mother's. So yeah, it was a slightly busy weekend.

Master and I have been watching a lot of Netflix lately. Mainly TV shows like Lost, Reno 911, and Beavis and Butthead. Yeah. I said it. :-p

So really, not much to report.

7AM Should Not Exist On Satuday

Master and I knew we should have gone to bed at a half way decent time last night. But, we didn't. We stayed up until about 3am. When the alarm went off at 7am Master was already in the shower.

I got up and started getting ready.

We headed down to BC's house and when we got there there were two other people there helping pack up the U-Haul. They had gotten maybe three boxes in, so it wasn't very far along.

BC has lived in that house for about 22 years. He's 33 years old. The only time he moved away from home was for college. Then he was right back in with his parents. We've given him a lot of shit about that over the years. That's what friends do after all. We pick on each other.

But he is planning on purposing to his girlfriend of a year. HG is a really nice woman, now that I know her a little better. She was stand offish at first. And now that she has a job again (she was unemployed for quite some time unfortunately) they had decided to move out and get their own place.

So we were there to help BC move out. HG had her stuff moved to their new apartment last night. They did not ask for our help in that because she wasn't taking a lot of stuff with her since BC is providing most of the furniture. Much as it was with Master and I. He already had the furniture we needed, so I got rid of mine when I moved up here and only brought a TV and my clothes.

BC, since he had lived there so long, had a lot of stuff he needed moved. About a half hour after we started a good five other people showed up to help. Master and I thought that would make things go faster, but no. Master, BC, and I moved 90 % of everything. Everyone else was more interested in talking and making it look like they were doing something, or taking a break. Taking a break from what I don't know?

There were other women there. I was there lifting heavy shit, constantly moving unless it was something Master and BC had to carry because it was extremely heavy, in which case I just got the hell out of the way. The women were staring at me like I was crazy. Almost like, "The guys can do that..."

Well maybe it's my tomboyish ways turning back up, but when someone is moving, and they have to have the U-Haul back by a certain time, I bust my ass to make sure it gets done as quickly as possible. And if I can safely carry it, even though it may be difficult, I'm gonna fucking do it. Plus BC has been Master's best friend since high school, I'm not going to stress him out by standing there going, "But I might break a nail or my hair might get out of place!"

This attitude can be attributed to growing up with my Dad. Growing up I helped tear down our old garage, build a new one, knock out walls, paint, plaster, put up dry wall, tear out old carpeting, etc and so on. I also helped him put new brakes on his cars, smash out an old windshield, change tires, put in new shocks, the list continues.

And just because I was a girl didn't mean I was immune to helping out. My dad expected me to get in there and get my hands dirty. And so I did.

My tomboyish ways kind of unnerve certain types of guys. But not Master. Master finds it attractive, in it's own way. I mean He still loves when I put on some heels and something slutty, slap some make-up on and look nice for Him... But He also loves the fact that I want to get stuff knocked out when it comes to things like moving, or getting things taken care of. In fact sometimes I'm quicker to hop to it and knock it out than He is.. *laughs* I can't tell you how many times I've heard the words, "I didn't mean right now!" come out of His mouth.

Anywho...

We had gotten to BC's old house at 9am. The U-Haul had to be back by 3pm. HG had to go to their new apartment at 10am because they were having a washer and dryer delivered. So since everyone else was taking their sweet ass time, Master, BC, and I knocked that sucker out. We had the truck at the new apartment and completely unloaded by 11:30am.

When all that was left was the very heavy furniture I felt kind of useless. I hated it. Only Master and BC were moving things anymore, everyone else was sitting upstairs in the new apartment. I was not happy. There was one guy sitting in BC's computer chair which was still on the lawn, having a cigarette. That made me mad. There is Master dripping sweat, busting His ass, and BC who should be able to relax a bit, and this mother fucker who hasn't lifted anything heavier than a small tool box is sitting on his butt. So as soon as he got out of the chair to grab a soda, I lifted that sucker up and took it upstairs. Master was at the top of the stairs, heading back down to grab the last piece of furniture. When He saw me standing there pushing the chair onto the landing He smiled wide and said, "Good move, babe."

That's about as close to a good girl as we get when surrounded by people. I was so happy. And Master seemed proud.

They had gotten food and everything, but we both knew that BC and HG wanted to start getting things settled and enjoy their new home. So shortly after we finished a soda each we gave them hugs and headed out.

Master and I went home and relaxed. I took a nap, and we have basically sat at home, watching movies and eating ice cream.

Friday Off of Work

Master and I slept in. Radar woke me up when he wanted to go outside. He has the oddest way of waking us up. He doesn't jump on the bed or anything. He just sits on the floor next to our bed and stares at us. Apparently staring works. *laughs*

So I took him out and stayed up after that. Master continued to sleep. I waited about an hour and a half, and then decided to climb back into bed with Master and wake Him up by stroking His dick. Thankfully He wasn't laying on His stomach, so the plan worked! I got fucked, and we were both awake after that. *grins*

We woke up a bit and then decided that yes, Radar did in fact need his nails trimmed. So I called a local pet store that has full service grooming. They had just opened a branch closer to our home, so bonus there.

We'd never gotten his nails clipped before so we weren't sure what to expect. He doesn't mind his paws being touched, so we didn't think it would be a big deal. But with a new dog, you never know.

So we watched him through the glass while it was done. The worst thing that happened was he tried to lick the groomer to death. *giggles* So we are very proud of him.

Once we got home we relaxed for a bit and then went out to dinner. When we got home from that Master and I took Radar out on our front porch and brushed him again. He's shedding his winter coat, so we're brushing him about every other day right now.

Tomorrow we have to get up at like 7am so we can go help our friend BC move. Joy and rapture.

Thankfully I can still sleep in Sunday and Monday. Yay!

Let The Extended Weekend Begin!

Radar needed to out about 25 minutes before my alarm went off this morning. So I got up early and took him. I of course stayed up after that, since it didn't make sense to lay back down for 10 minutes. So I got ready for work.

Work was a little busy. It seemed everyone needed something, or had questions.

But one really cool thing is that one of my coworkers in a different department nominated me for Employee of the Month. How employee of the month works at my job is that coworkers e-mail HR and tell them who they think should get it and why. HR takes number of recommendations and the reasons as to why into consideration when they decide.

I may not get it, but still.. it's really nice to know that someone thought well enough of my hard work to nominate me for it. They'll announce who did "win" in about a week or so.

I was so happy once I got out of work. I now can start my four day weekend. It's going to be a somewhat busy one. On Saturday we're helping BC and his girlfriend HG move. They are getting their first apartment together. And then on Sunday we are visiting my mom for a while.

Other than that there isn't a lot going on. We need to get Radar's nails trimmed soon. I don't know if it will be this week or not.

One More Day

One more day to go and then it's the beginning of my four day weekend. Since I told myself that this past Monday was kind of like my Tuesday, due to the extended weekend, I've been confused on what day it actually is all week.

In fact this morning I woke up thinking it was Friday for some reason. And that doesn't even make sense given that even if I was going by the "day ahead" count down, it would only be Thursday. Stupid brain.

They finally fixed the central air at work today. Thankfully.

And I finally convinced myself to wear a shirt that had short sleeves. Don't get me wrong I've been wearing short sleeved shirts at work for a while, but the sleeves were always long enough to cover my upper arm tattoos.

But I finally got over it. I've always felt weird going to work with my ink showing. Mainly because every previous job I've had they had a strict rule against showing any ink. But this job doesn't care, as long as the tattoos aren't of an offensive nature.

So fuck it. I was hot. Short sleeves it was. And no one said a word. A couple of people did a double take, probably because I've been there a little over a year and have never showed off my ink before.

Master has a job interview tomorrow at 1pm. I wish Him lots of luck! I hope He gets this job. It's good pay, relatively close to home, and He would have weekends off.

So here is hoping our luck is changing.

After I got home from work we went to the vet clinic and got Radar his heart worm medication. Then we did a dry run to the place that Master is having His interview at. We normally do that whenever one of us is going for an interview. If we have the time, we do a dry run so we don't get lost and end up being late for said interview.

Once we got home we ate dinner, played with Radar, and are now relaxing.

The Heat Continues

Another hot day. Another day at work with the central air not working. Joy.

I drank lots of water, but again I'm wiped out today. I'm tired, sore, and a little cranky. I'm trying to keep my mood up though. I'm hoping that they have the central air fixed tomorrow.

I had e-mailed my supervisor yesterday asking him if he knew when he was going to be conducting the reviews that are past due. Mine is two months past due. A coworker's of mine is 5 months past due, and MZ (the driver of our carpool) is almost 8 months past due. To me that's unacceptable, but it's not like I can really say that to him.

I was polite in my e-mail when I addressed it.

But come on already. We come to work, we do our jobs, how about a little common courtesy by giving out the reviews at least somewhat on time? Granted they back date our raises, but still. Aside from the raise, I'd like to know how I'm doing so that if I need to improve I can, rather than not finding out about it until 6 months later when it's not really relevant anymore.

I had sent the e-mail at 11am yesterday. I finally got a reply at 9am this morning. Took him long enough, huh?

He said that he has been working on preparing them (maybe if you wouldn't let them all pile up it wouldn't take you so damn long) but since one of the trainers in our department has been out, he hasn't been able to do them since he's been covering her work. (The trainer has been out of the office for a week and a half on vacation. Not 8 months, douche.) But that he is hoping (key word, may be important later) to start getting them done, as in holding the actual review with HR and the employee in question, next week.

Next week he's only in the office for three days. I think about 75% of our department is waiting on their reviews. So I relayed this information to Master later in the day. He asked me when I thought mine might be done. I'm honestly not sure, since I'm pretty sure the supervisor is going to go in order of who has been waiting the longest. I think I'm near the bottom of that list. But lets hope that once he starts doing them, he gets on a roll and knocks them all out in a relatively short about of time.

I'm hoping that mine will be done within the next two weeks.

A few of the people in my department and I decided that the next time they send out the quarterly e-mail asking for our thoughts, and opinions on the supervisors of the company, that we're going to tell HR exactly what we think of our supervisor taking so damn long to do reviews. Again, we all plan on being professional about it. But damn, something needs to be done. And hopefully with enough of us "complaining" about it, action will be taken so maybe our reviews will be done within ya know.. say 30 days of our anniversary dates. It's a nice thought anyway.

Once I got home Master and I ate dinner. And we've been enjoying the evening with one another. Now I'm off to go watch Lost with Master.