Okay, so I suck…

…and it’s been more than six months since I posted last.

Things have been crazy.

I ended up quitting my job because it was about to drive me around the bend.  Things never got better after the merger and more and more decisions were made by powers that would not listen to basic reason.  These are decisions that as a manager, with ample experience in the payroll realm, should have been mine, or at least should have relied on my consultancy and input.  The final decisionmakers were akin to your auto mechanic making the final call on your home foundation repair.  Anyhow, I’m carrying on.

As it happens, that decision came just at the right time because shortly thereafter Rob got a promotion at work that meant a relocation to sunny, exotic Edmonton!  It was definitely time for a change and the promotion was ridiculously well-deserved.  We moved back to the prairies in mid-December.  It’s great to be back amongst old friends and family.

I’m still on the job hunt.  It’s kind of odd going from a market where you know all the major players on the scene to one where you know virtually nobody.  It’s just a matter of getting my name out there, and if throwing a resume at anything that comes along is the way to do it, I’m just going to keep on chucking.

On the heartbreaking front, just before we were set to move to Edmonton, our beloved Olive passed away.  She was four years old, which isn’t particularly elderly for a guinea pig, but we think that perhaps because she was the runt of her litter she may have had some underlying health issues we may not have been aware of.  She died peacefully in her sleep, taking a big piece of my heart with her.

However, any house of ours can only remain petless for so long, so two weeks ago we got ourselves a new furbaby, Violet.  She’s just a wee little thing at the moment, but I keep telling her that one day she will grow into a big pig.  She’s still warming up to the apartment and getting used to our day to day routine, bit she’s already super comfortable being handled and runs laps around her cage when she’s excited.  She hasn’t yet learned that food comes from the fridge, but it’s just a matter of time.  Picture enclosed for bonus adorability points.

My colossal headaches, for the most part, have become manageable with a strict regimen of pharmaceuticals.  Glory be to that.

A large orange man-child has become President of the United States, which upsets me greatly as I find him to be one of the most vile and repugnant creatures to crawl out from whatever cesspool he came from, but his name has no place here.  Let’s just say I’m registering my complaint.

Well, that should pretty much catch you up.  I’ll endeavor, again, to not be such an absentee blogger.  

Love,

Robynn