I came home from work today at 6 p.m. Work has been very stressful this month. We’re behind – big time. My boss and I decided to shift labor and promote from within to handle certain tasks which now involves a management structure that umbrellas fulfillment and marketing. That’s a big deal for our newly promoted Production Manager (we’re not big on titles but that’s what I’ll probably use in reference to said newly promoted). There’s a big learning curve involved that I’ll have to manage until she can take over and delegate. Short term that means a lot of work for yours truly but will really help out in the end. That will eventually free up some time for me so I can start working closely with my boss again.
Anyway – big stress.
To add insult to injury, Elise and I got home around the same time and decided it was time to stock the pantry and fridge. We went to the grocery store and got home around 9 p.m. I went out to the garage to throw something in the trash. As I was walking through the garage door, I noticed carpet shreddings. I turned on the hall light and saw that the carpet in the threshold of the guest bedroom was
torn all to hell. Our housekeeper accidentally closed the guest bedroom door after cleaning this afternoon and locked Annie in all day. Her only escape route: under the door. She obviously couldn’t make it but she sure did a number on the carpet.
This weekend, Josh is learning to rip up carpet and install hardwood flooring. A prime opportunity to practice my profanity.