Grab a tissue and a chair...

It was my baby nephew's 9th birthday this past weekend. . .ok and maybe 9 doesn't make you a baby anymore but J was my first little nephew. He was the first one I held, changed his diaper, bumped his head on a coffee table and gave a massive bruise, he was just the first little guy with the title nephew. From the minute he was born he was destined to be spoiled by everyone, and he knew it. I used to hold him in my lap and he'd sleep or smile and it made me so happy. And now here we are nine years later and guess what? He still ran up to me, in a gym filled with all his classmates, and his eyes still lit up when he saw me, he still gave me a hug. I can't tell ya how that makes me fill. I'm overwhelmed at how much he loves me. And after his birthday party with friends was over, and he impressed them all with his "b-ball skillz" (this is why Aunt Jenn doesn't talk at parties btw) he still came home and cuddled up on the sofa with his Aunt Jenn. He may be only a head shorter than me now, and his hands don't fit in the middle of my palms anymore but he's still just my little J. He still sits in my lap while he plays with skateboards, and he's still willing to hold my hand while he sits next to me, and I know it might not last much longer. . .but I'm gonna soak it up while I can. To be loved that much, just makes me a better person. He's an amazing little guy and I can't wait to see him continue to grow up and change. And yet I'll still be able to see the same baby I've always seen. . .probably even when he has his own babies someday. . .

My mom just called me out...

Apparently I put there where I should have put their. . .and I'm supposed to be the English major. Wow, currently am reminding myself to edit post completely before posting. Thanks mom :)

My husband calls me crazy, everyone else calls me...

I am thinking of changing my name to something more appropriate than Jenn, perhaps something more along the lines of: Couldya, Wouldya, or Canya. People seem to have forgotten that I have a first name and instead have decided to demand things of me all day from the time I walk in the bank until the time I leave. I understand there are things I know (vast amounts of knowledge rattle around my head that I never wanted) and that I should help people, but at what point are people going to start helping themselves? If the answer I've given you more than once, on the same question, is to call another department, don't you think you'd save us both the trouble and just call that department with your question? It's OK really, no need to clear calling someone else to ask them a question, just do it. And another thing, there are three and a half people here (yes half, she can do some stuff not others) that all do what I do and just because they like to talk on the phone more than I do does not mean you should automatically ask me "couldya get this person." Here's a new and bright idea, wait on one of the other three people who haven't done anything all day to get off the freaking phone and then tell them to do their job.

Listen here sister...

I've been trying to be a helpful here at the bank and help train one of my co-workers on taking an application for new credit cards. Somehow she and I have managed to get the uncooperative, impatient, terrible applicants every time we work together. Today took the cake. She processed an application for a young man and brought it to me to see if we could approve it. His credit report listed over $4000 of collections, a charged off credit card, and nothing else. Needless to say, we couldn't help him. I went with her to explain that we couldn't help and wow, did I get an ear full. He told me for 30 minutes straight (while he sat there with his leg propped on the chair trying to show me his junk) about why I should help him, why his credit wasn't bad, and all he wanted was a credit card for a few hundred dollars. He made plenty of money (he told me) and would pay us (which given the circumstances I don't agree) and that I was simply being unfair. As I opened my mouth for the third time to explain what we could do and why we couldn't open a credit card, he waved his hand at me and said "listen here sister, you aren't hearing me" and I racked my brain to figure out how I could possibly be related to such a moron and the answer is I'm not. So, I told him ever so politely "we couldn't give you a credit card for three hundred dollars, in fact we wouldn't give you a credit card for five dollars" (yes, I know I was training but this guy was nuts). I almost stabbed him with the scissors, he was insane. He talked on and on for 20 more minutes and I finally had to get my manager to help me (quite frankly I think it's because he has a penis and I don't, seriously). The crazy man finally left, accepting defeat. It's a good thing too, because I only have so much self control.

Random and on my mind....

So, yeah my brother hasn't talked to me since April and I think he's officially cut me out of his life. It's been a slow process and I actually never thought he'd officially do it, but here we are over 4 months of silence. I hope he's ok and his three beautiful daughters are good. I miss them and I miss the relationship he and I have never had and never will. It breaks my heart a little because I was sure at some point he'd come around and think man, I love my sister and I really want her to be part of my life. But it appears his life is full of the kind of family and friends he always dreamed of having. We've always been totally different-he the football playing, mayor, big shot kind of guy and I'm the bookworm, quiet, reserved gal, but we're family and I always thought that mattered more. Turns out for him it was more of a waiting game to see when he could successfully ditch me without the guilt. It's not just me, it's my entire family. It's sad and it sucks. It's been weighing pretty heavily on my mind recently...along with a hundred other things that seem to suck right now.

Ever notice when you have something on your mind and it's sad or hard to think about everyone around you seems to bring it up? Everyone has a question or story that involves your line of thinking and throws it at you and just makes your mind heavier? I've whined already in this blog about being sad, about things that are out of my control, so I'll try not to do it again here. But it's tough. My life feels hard right now, I feel sad. I don't know how to shake this crap. Ugh...

Stupid Question of the Day

A customer called to inquire about qualifications for obtaining a car loan, I answered and she then went on to win an award for being an idiot by asking the following:

"when looking at a possible car loan for me, do you look at like, ya know, like if on my credit report I didn’t pay rent a few years ago and they have a collection on me, cause I was unemployed and couldn’t pay my rent. Do you look at that and think I shouldn’t get a loan, because it’s like over two years old?"

What do you think????? Sheesh!

OK...so I should keep a tally of stupid questions because I got another one, almost better than the first:

"can I borrow $5000 to pay my 7 late mortgage payments and foreclosure fees so my house doesn't get foreclosed on?"

Now, this is a very sad situation. I don't envy this person's position, but honestly how are we going to lend you money to avoid foreclosure? I wish, I truly do, that I could lend you money to save your house, but how can I? You cannot afford your house, what good would another loan on top of your house payment do you? It would just postpone the inevitable. I'm sorry about the situation, but be realistic...