It was pretty awful. Less than half the registered participants showed up, and it cut into our work time so severely that I was still working at 5:30 when I should have been off at 4 p.m. My timer clock automatically logs me out at 5 though. In addition to that, the new office (we moved into it this week) is ridiculously creepy when you're there alone. So at 5:20 I said fuck it all and took my work home with me. Got stuck in traffic and didn't get home til after 6 p.m. when it typically takes about 12 minutes to get to work. Then while MJ made dinner for the first time (with liberal help from me to prevent accidental poisoning), I worked to meet my daily requirements.
I was basically told to have all of these things done by the time I come in tomorrow, so I pretty much worked for 3 hours of overtime to do it, and only got paid for one of those, but I got it all done. I don't even care about getting paid for overtime, honestly. I just genuinely don't know if I'm just that slow, or if I'm being taken advantage of. It's really hard to see if my abilities are increasing, stagnating, or decreasing since they keep changing my daily tasks. I know last Monday I was sick as hell but still came in, and my production was super low, but I was nearly back to normal the rest of the week. I think they're holding that against me.
The motivational speaker today talked about how everyone has greatness in them, and light, and that they could beat the darkness. He invited questions, and I asked about tips to be a better speaker. He seemed to think I was asking personally, but I'm actually a good public speaker. It's one-on-one conversations where I struggle, or where I try to make myself understood clearly but only end up confusing people. That's nearly fatal in this industry.
He asked us why we work for CPR (or want to). He asked what we wanted out of it. My answer was basically: Money to provide for my family.... What was our passion and how could we bring it to bear on CPR? For example, if your passion is fashion, you could put on a fashion show for CPR. I was like 'You sound SO stupid.' but played along since it kinda felt like our jobs were on the line. He apparently specializes in reaching Millineals (People born between 1986 and 2006) but while it was interesting, I didn't think it was very inspiring. I am thinking about suggesting we get a secretary to screen phone calls though. It's very detrimental on our job performance to constantly have to answer the phones when it's often not our client or property.
Since MJ is now 12, she has to cook dinner on Wednesdays. I'm going to be helping her for the first month or two, but after she gets comfortable with the stove and some easy meals, I'm going to ease supervision until she can cook by herself. It's something I wish my mom had done for me. Learning to cook while being a newly-wed is a bit of an exercise in frustration. MJ found it frustrating too, but when she started raising her voice at me, I told her to come stand in front of me.
I talked to her about how this is training for the rest of her life, and I'm here to help her learn so she can be self-sufficient later. I'm doing this to help her, and I don't deserve her frustration and yelling at me. After that talk, she didn't yell again, but she did ask a lot of repetitive questions that could have been answered if she read the instructions on the box, so I got annoyed.
We got MJ's eye prescription today, so I'm going to take her to get her glasses. If I don't do it tomorrow, Hubby can do it on Friday, so I'm not too stressed about it, but I would dearly love to get off work on time for once.
So, confession time-
First confession: my new office creeps me out SO BADLY that whenever I'm alone, I nearly cry. It's scary and creepy and I hate it. I called my mom today because I was scared and shaking and felt so unhappy being there alone. She told me I was being a baby and it was time to put on my big girl pants, since I didn't have a clear reason of why I was scared. She hypothesized that I recognize being alone is a big responsibility, and I have to get used to it.
Second confession: We need the money from this job, but every time they give me work above and beyond what I'm 'used to' especially when it makes me stay over-time, I think about quitting. When we changed offices this week, we apparently also outgrew the manager that hired me. I REALLY liked her, and felt like she was the only one fully on my side, so I was very upset to hear that 'she quit because she couldn't handle the work-load'. Now they have me basically handling her client, but they always tell me about it halfway through the day, and I end up having to stay overtime. It's frustrating.
Sorry we didn't post about our holidays. It wasn't the best holiday I've ever had, though I certainly enjoyed the hotel we stayed at. Oh, lemme share our Christmas Eve prank: So my sisters were worried about me, because we were going to a hotel none of us had been to before, and it was 30 minutes away, near the prostitute section (301). When we got there and I got online, I saw they were on FB, and they both messaged me basically telling me to get my ass in bed, gotta be up early the next day. So I got annoyed and decided to screw with them.
I basically said 'HELP THERES PEOPLE BANGING ON THE DOOR' and when my sister replied with "That's what you get, I told you not to go to a hotel!' I responded with 'NOW THEYRE LAUGHING! SHIT!' My other sister then joined in, and added 'SEE?! Get your ass back home!' Being the intelligent person I am, I responded 'I'M TOO SCARED TO LEAVE!!!! SHIT!!! NOW THE CAR ALARM IS GOING OFF!!!!!' and one sister (MJ's mother) said 'Where you at? I'll get a ride and come get you!' I then let them in on the joke. 'Just kidding! I'm laid out on my comfy King-size bed in this fairly clean hotel with good-smelling sheets.' One sister laughed her ass off, but the other one (again, MJ's mother) was upset. She repeatedly told me the next day that 'It wasn't funny!' but I'm still grinning like an idiot when I remember it. I ultimately blame Hubby. It was kinda his idea, but I did choose to write it and then run with it. He thought I was too over the top with my 'acting' and would get discovered. Hah, joke was on him. And my sisters. It was fun. Ok, I'm done now. Thanks for reading!
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I don't know 12 seems kinda young to be using a stove on her own. I don't think I would be comfortable leaving her alone to use it, even if she has had alot of practice with it. She is rather clumsy and absent-minded, after all.
I think it's a good sign that they are giving you more work, it makes them depend on you more. I don't really understand the alone thing, but if I were you, I would just leave after everyone is gone and just finish the work at home. Can they really tell if you are at home or at work if they aren't there themselves?
I'm glad you liked the hotel. Its nice to know we have a reasonable choice somewhat near where your family lives.
I don't know if they can tell, but some work I genuinely can't do at home because it requires software I don't have. Fortunately (or unfortunately since I didn't realize it until after 5), today's work was able to be done at home without much trouble. They can tell via time-marking of the work completed when I'm working outside of work, like tonight when I submitted something around 7 p.m. but it needed to be done, and I'm not going to complain about overtime, so they shouldn't care.
I think maybe I'm biased because Japanese children can make meals by themselves regularly by grade 6, but I'll just give it time to see if she gets comfortable with the stove, or if she remains careless. We may want renter's insurance...... =.=;;
Ugh, not only did you have to stay later, but you got home even later because there was more traffic when you got off later.
I never learned to cook from my parents :( so good for you two and good for Mia!
Sorry about having to work late and them putting ridiculous demands on you guys and wanting to fire everyone so much. :/
Cute that you are teaching Mia to cook! I think it's great that she will have that sense of independence and responsibility.
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