Funny strange or...

funny ha ha? God sure has a sense of humor. And sometimes I'm the butt of the joke. That's the part that I don't like. But let me start at the beginning.

Hubby has been dealing with a new computer system at work. The system wasn't meant for telephone work. It has been rearranged and reprogrammed and all kinds of fun things just for his company. The test markets didn't test well. That should have been clue number one, but when trying to sell a company, instead of focusing on the positives of the company like the work force, the company tried to get automated and look high tech.

It didn't test well because the techs in the test areas didn't want the system. They complained and complained, productivity went down, and major problems insued, one being a total revamping of the system. But instead of finding out why, the company proceeded to launch the new software.

Now I should preface any further remarks by saying that stupid is as stupid does. And higher ups that are stupid really piss me off. Don't get me started on the bailout that I didn't want. Anyway...

There have been so many complaints about the new system that I think hubby's boss stopped taking phone calls and asked for emails. I can understand. That way he has them all in one place and can access them instead of trying to remember everything or finding all his post it notes. Been there, done that. And still the bugs are rampant. I could fix the system, but nobody wants to listen to me.

The system can extend your roster, or the time that you are supposed to clock out. That means if there is overtime available, it will let you know automatically. Only it hasn't been. Well it almost did. It would extend hubby's time, but then there wouldn't be any jobs available. So he would call up the dispatch people and they would tell him no jobs. Only when he got to work the next day, they had carried over 4, 5, or 6 jobs. But the computer and the dispatch people didn't see them. So hubby has missed out on several hours of overtime this week.

We shouldn't depend on overtime, but we do. We need it to make the mortgage, pay the bills, put gas in the cars, buy groceries. You know the drill. Without overtime, we sink. We don't even have lifejackets. So because of this crazy system, we are floundering. Until tonight.

It seems that the powers that be are trying to get a handle on things, finally. So hubby is working at least until 7. Yeah, overtime. But here's where the story gets really good.

My friend Scott wrote a blog the other day called "Colds are Icky". And guess what? I have a cold. I have a one runny nostril, one clogged nostril, settling deep in my chest cold. I just want to take a hot bath, curl up in my pj's, and pull the covers over my head cold. But hubby won't be home until late and somebody has to take care of the kids. But why me today? Oh, yeah, I'm the mama.

So tonight it's fingerling potatoes baked in the oven, a Pillsbury French loaf, left over penne and broccoli from last night, and a veggie with fake Salisbury steak. The left over penne because if we don't eat it tonight, I'll probably end up thowing it out, and it was too good to throw out. Fake Salisbury steak because I just thawed some hamburger, browned some patties, then added 2 cups of water and a packet of Lipton onion mushroom to make gravy. I also added some fresh mushrooms because I had them and onions because why not. Put the lid on and let it cook for about 30 minutes. And microwave a veggie. Then I'm making some plates for the kids and falling back on the couch.

So God is laughing because I was complaining about no overtime. And now it's here and I want hubby to come home early. I have a cold. And owls are assholes. You have to read Scott's blog to appreciate it. It's an older one, so scroll through. At least the kids have been outside most of the afternoon playing. So they should eat good, shower well, and sleep even better. Whoo!