Wednesday, February 18, 2009

What A Night

The meeting with our director last night was not as bad as I thought it would be. There are no actions planned for us as long as we stay busy and profitable like we are right now. He said he couldn't rule out wage freezes or pay cuts if the economy is still crappy nine months from now, but the other things that I suspected are out of the picture. No more early retirement packages to be offered, no going to four day work weeks and no bringing in third party labor. He basically said that the company is going to do everything it can to stay liquid, profitable and not make any decisions that harm employees. Things are sort of close to "not good" but not just yet. Our divison is pulling a steady profit on a regualr basis, and that is the big saving grace right now. Still, I feel the need to hold my breath and wait for the other shoe to drop. I don't know exactly why.

Last night was not a good night at home. My right leg drove me up the wall, and I could not sleep, even with taking a sleeping pill. I was awake pretty much all night. I finally fell asleep around 9:00 AM and woke up around noon, so I am operating on three hours of sleep. I'm tired and I just want the week to be over with.

To make matters worse, I came home last night to find out that Bosco took a big old leak on the comforter on my bed while I was at work. I can't figure out why he does that sometimes. Both dogs are now barred from the bedroom when I am not home. I hate to do that because I know that Cortez likes to snooze on the bed during the day, but I just can't have it.

I am also finding that Cortez is losing his hearing. Several times in the past handful of days I have startled him without meaning to do so. I hate to see that happening to him. He is thirteen now. He probably doesn't have a whole lot of time left. That makes me feel so sad. He has been such a good dog in every way all these years.

Work is very busy tonight. I'm glad for that even thought I don't feel "up". Again, I'm waiting for the weekend. I'll be making the trip out to PA to Lubie's house on Saturday for M's birthday party and the new kitchen warming, so I am looking forward to that.

Well, more later...


  1. I'm trying to prepare myself for when Brave Lady passes away, but I guess there's nothing we can do to make it any easier. 13 is 'getting up there'. Brave Lady is 11. I hope the dogs stick around for awhile yet.

    Sorry you had a bad night. That sucks! Remember, say "Hi" to Missi from me, OK? Hugs.

  2. My last dog was very hard. He was a very small Shih Tsu. We had to have him put to sleep after he had a bad stroke. I was perfectly fine about it for a week, then one day out of the clear blue I came apart. Not a good thing.
    Still, I couldn't see not having dogs around.

    I will say hi to Missi for you.