These Guys Have No Life

In my continuing saga of "huh" moments...

This week has been a busy one for me at work. Brand new product that we're trying to get qualified and out the door - and I've run into a series of issues to deal with. It's meant some long hours, and I've had to come in early and/or stay late more than I like.

Staying late here really says something too...as an engineer, I'm "exempt" - meaning I don't get paid for overtime. (They think they pay me enough as it is, I guess!) So instead of a nice 8-5 job with 1 hour for lunch...engineers here are expected to work 8-6pm, take maybe 30 minutes for lunch, and morning/afternoon breaks? Not a chance. Fortunately, most managers don't really stick to that, as long as you get your job done...but there ARE some odd looks and "going home early?" comments to deal with, if you dare leave at 5:30pm.

So fine, the atmosphere here is work-a-holic. But that doesn't explain some of the weird guys in this building.

Guys who show up around 7am. And leave after 6pm...sometimes closer to 7pm.

Seriously. I mean, I love my job...but I don't want to be here 12 hours a day. Or 11 hours a day. Even going somewhere else for a lunch hour...that's TOO long in this building.

What is up with these guys? Do they hate their wives? Are they lonely? Do they figure, why not work, since their World of Warcraft buddies won't be on until 8pm anyway?

Beats the heck out of me. All I know is...I love my kids, I love my husband, I have a comfy house I enjoy relaxing in...I have two internet businesses that I enjoy working on. Heck no, I'm not going to put in extra hours here 'for the heck of it'.

Time to cut this short...my ESD tester needs my attention!

This is NOT fair!

Welcome to Friday’s TMI post.

I’ll admit, I’ve got a pretty good life. Great job, healthy kids, nice house. So perhaps I shouldn’t complain…but I’m gonna.

See, since I turned the big 3-0 (2 years ago), I’ve learned the hard way that I’m lactose intolerant. Milk and other dairy products are no longer my friends. This is So. Not. Fair.

When I was a kid, I loved having a big glass of milk with dinner. Ice cream was my buddy. As I grew older, and learned to cook, I delighted in baked macaroni and cheese. I found a delicious recipe for Chicken Enchiladas, covered in sour cream sauce, that I made my special signature dish. (Mmmm...don't they look good?)

Are you seeing where I’m going with this?

My digestive tract is now rebelling against all of this…to the point that a single stupid slice of processed cheese food makes me nauseous. Really!

Me, the lover of all things dairy – now confined to the wilderness of soy-based products. Forced to read EVERY STINKING LABEL because so many items contain dairy. Like bread. And about 20% of all medications – adding insult to injury, most of the anti-nausea medicines included! In fact, I’m writing this angry post today because I’m currently sitting at my desk, miserable, since once again some dairy has slipped in unseen. Ugh.

Rant over. Go enjoy your weekend, and have some ice cream for me. Heaven knows I can’t!