Hey Hey Friends Of Defined Sight!
We did NOT die! Although Mr. DS had a very near death experience this month. Catch up on some of our life events…that I think can be added to the Tales From The Crypt collection?
Well, as you may have guessed it by the first subject of this email, I, Mrs. DS, am prego!
Still in my first trimester yet, so pregnancy fatigue has got me like:
How Excited Are We?
I’ve kind of mentally prepared myself for this to go either way and will be accepting of any situation given. But so far, all things are pointing as completely normal and healthy!
My son mentioned the other day he wants a baby sister so he can be the best big brother like Daniel Tiger. Which is cute! And totally odd, as he doesn’t even know I’m prego. So, keeping it from him until we see how this one goes as he still gets teary eyed and bummed about our dog that passed away.
Job-wise…I Couldn’t Be Happier!
I was voted coworker of the year. Booya! It came with a few perks but no designated parking spot. I need to talk to somebody in Management about that…
Unfortunately, I think my boss is trying to prep my to fill her shoes when she retires in 5 years and so my travel schedule insanely increased. I really don’t want her job and have indicated that. But, I’m playing along since…it’s really good for my career. And I don’t think anybody else is up for it.
Nobody Puts Baby On A Plane.
I was gone for work 3 weeks in 1 month. And here I thought last year was the year of traveling, personal and professional development. Nope. This one is turning out to be an even bigger one.
Since I am nearing the end of my first trimester, I did put my foot down and tell my boss no more traveling the rest of this pregnancy.
Babies At Work?
Spilling the beans to my boss went over better than I expected. Even though our office lacks people of reproductive age, they have an infants at work policy. And my boss is now super pumped to have a baby in the office.
So far I have my pick of a former Supervisor’s office which is still vacant. Or the coveted corner office that’s so large, it’s been converted into a mini-meeting room. For lactation purposes, I think I’ll choose the corner suite. Duh.
I’ve never been in an office setting with infants, and so I don’t even know if I’m comfortable with it. I think I would have anxiety that I would be causing too much disruption. Also, I am very aware of quite a few people in the office who have stay-at-home spouses and going to work, is their professional kid-free zone. Eeeks!
OK. Now Let’s Talk About This Politically Savvy Career…
Well. Anyone can exercise being politically savvy in an office. It’s not exactly being political. It’s a great tool. And if you don’t know what it exactly means, there’s this great explanation in somebody’s blog.
However, being politically savvy could lead to a political career. What the what? In my East coast trip last year, I made a few new point of contacts when I hit a political scene. Oops. Network building? Since my job brings me to the East coast a fair amount of times, and somehow it got back to a group of people that matter, my ability to bridge divided people was recognized.
Apparently this can be applied to divided parties?
Meh. We shall see. If anything, I don’t care what side you vote on, it was cool to be having lunch with someone who was receiving texts from the VP (yup, of this country. I lack claims to fame, so that’s about the extent of my fame experience).
I did go back to work and visited with my boss, and my boss’s boss, and they are pretty cool and supportive. I think being transparent and coming across in an angle of picking their brains, is also helpful for the situation. So for the short-term in the next few years, I’ll be here, but we will see where things are at after that.
Back-burner plan if a politically savvy career path in politics doesn’t work out?
Fall off the face of the earth and hang out somewhere in Montana of course!
What’s an anonymous blog do for a politically savvy career?
That’s a great question. Likely nothing. We kept it anonymous for a few reasons, we are super private, introverted people. As well as it doesn’t mix very well with Mr. DS’s career. He would get fired if he even breathed a word he was looking for another job, which, he does need to change.
Blogging is a fun way to past the time, keep ourselves accountable and form great friends online. It’s also a way I show my quirky, down-to-earth side (this blog is definitely not politically savvy).
It’s been sad watching my Pinterest traffic completely die compared to where it was because I’ve ignored it for over month. Boardbooster shut down and there went my favorite looping feature. Grrr.
It’s still so hard for me to be social on Twitter. I just don’t get the concept of putting random thoughts or questions out to the universe. If I don’t know an answer, I’ll Google it until I have a confident answer. As well as no one can read the tone in a text or tweet…can’t guarantee a politically savvy response in 280 characters?!
AND FINALLY – Do We Have A Pond In Our Home?
Yes! But, we aren’t high rollers. And it’s not as cool is it sounds…
So, remember our neighbor who dug up our sprinkler lines last year? The same dude built an above ground “pond” in his unfinished backyard (still) this year. It broke. Essentially looking like this:
And over 1,000 gallons of muddy water smashed into our house, broke a side window, and soaked the entire carpets, furniture, clothing, toys, drywall, etc.
This is where Mr. DS almost died. It was completely dark at night when it happened. He woke up, thinking it was raining or hailing (pond leaking?), and without his glasses, couldn’t see what was happening. But did see it leaking into the house. He turned and went to the bathroom to get a towel, and that’s when the window shattered from tsunami, shooting glass about 14 feet across the room and filling our home.
We found pieces of glass in the back bedrooms and bathroom…it was that forceful.
If he would have been standing there facing the window when it broke, I’m sickened to think how he would have been injured.
My son and I weren’t home as I was taking him up to my parent’s for a week vacation since Mr. DS had to work. So I ended dropping my kiddo off, and turning right back around.
Luckily, Mr. DS lined up a cleaning service to come out within 12 hours after it occurred. They sucked out all the water and mud. The next few days were focused on drying the interior and putting damaged personal items in our garage (because we can’t throw it away yet). They also finished demo this past week.
The Power Of Two
Yeah, neither does tragedies like a flooded home.
I still remember Mr. DS’s phone call, “I really need you here, I don’t know where to begin, and I can’t do this alone.”
I think women today are so concentrated on doing everything men can do, they forget women were created to do everything men can’t do. Right now my husband needs the most positive person in his life who isn’t a dramatic victim, “my poor home, it’s ruined!”
He can’t even look at our neighbor without anger and disgust. Nor handle the gawkers who automatically drive up, look at the industrial sized dumpster in front of our home and say, “whoa! what happened here?!” He needs someone who can handle different types of crazy, bring people together and fix this situation.
Politically savvy and unite divided parties? I think it’s my calling:
So, I’m being firm with our neighbors, yet being polite. I am thrown for a loop a little bit as this neighbor’s personality reminds me a lot like my brother-in-law’s.
Our insurances are still deciding on the claim. Until a decision is made, all the cleanup efforts, demo and replacement of anything is on us. Thank goodness for emergency funds!
If insurance falls through, we really don’t want to end up suing our neighbor. But damn…he needs to get out of the honeymoon DYI home improvement phase and learn his lesson! Which between us, and the group of neighbors that have come to our side to help us out during this crisis, can be this guy’s teachers if needed.
A big thank you to those who reached out this past month to check in on us and make sure we didn’t die! You are great people!
Readers – any home disasters you have had to recover from? What helped you the most get you back up and running back to your normal life?