I think the Universe is still trying to tell me something. While I haven't had any more near misses with falling trees, my first two weeks at my new job were fraught with more obstacles than really seemed necessary.
My first week was going to be a marathon, no matter what. It just happened to be the week that I had to work a Saturday at my original job. So, I would not be easing into my new life with two jobs. I would start out basically running a marathon and working 6 straight days. OK, I can handle that. It just so happened that Geoff was also going away with some friends for the weekend (something he does very rarely). No problem.
And then the Universe chuckled.
On Thursday night (while Geoff was at a meeting), Katie and Madeleine got into a huge fight, which led to a gigantic mess, which basically ruined what had started out to be a nice, quiet, relaxing evening. *sigh*. After work on Friday (and after Geoff had
escaped left), I drove Madeleine to the other side of the state (OK it's only 30 minutes away, but still), so that she could spend the night with our friends there. Realizing if I went straight home I would have to deal with the left over "wrath of Katie", I decided to go see a movie. Very peaceful. But all I accomplished was putting off dealing with the inevitable. The wrath of Katie eventually morphed into the breakdown of Katie and let's just say it was a long night (meanwhile Geoff was enjoying pizza, beer and camaraderie with the guys). *grrr*. Saturday morning at 7:38 I get a call from Margaret, whose house Madeleine is at, and she tells me that Madeleine has the stomach bug and has been throwing up since 6:30 am. Of course she is. I offer to come and get her right away, but Madeleine doesn't think she can ride in a car. Margaret and I decide to wait it out and see what happens. About 1/2 hour later, I get a call and Margaret is on her way with Madeleine. That's one way to get out of working on a Saturday. On Sunday, I breathed a sigh of relief that the week was over and I could get a fresh start the following week.
And the Universe laughed.
The week actually started out just fine (just like the previous week). Again it was going to be a busy week for me, not only working every day, but out every night except Monday. Mostly fun things, so no complaints there, I just knew it was going to be another marathon week. Wednesday I actually got good news, a huge snow storm was expected (that never did materialize) and I didn't have to work Wednesday night. WooHoo! On Thursday night when I came home from book club, I was assaulted with the news that Katie was upstairs with the stomach bug. You have got to kidding me! Nope. This continues through midnight and I have to be at work at 9:00 am Friday morning. And let's just say, that she had a couple of near misses and now the bathroom is not safe for human use. So guess how I'm going to be spending today. My first day off. And I have a thousand errands to run, because I work every day now. Come on, Universe. Cut me some slack. Couldn't I have eased into this new routine? Give me a minute to catch my breath and find my groove.
And wipe that smirk off of your face...