I started my new job today. My side massage job. I worked from 11 to 4, with an hour break between 1 and 2. Ironically, during my break the power went out repeatedly due to some outages in the area. It was weird. On my way home, I noticed some traffic lights were out too, and that's pretty dangerous, so I tried to be careful, but I was really tired.
Originally I was fully booked, but in the end, I massaged two clients, had my break, and then massaged one client and was done. It was a good thing too, cause I was super tired, and I'd gotten hungry again, and I was nervous about whether my clients enjoyed my massage, as none of them seemed interested in coming back to me. ;__;
When I got off early, I came home, called Hubby, and told him to grab the littlin and we would go pick up groceries (since we needed milk). Shouldna done that.... I was hungry so obviously we bought way too much. Interestingly I picked up an avocado (I don't like them at all), opened it tonight with dinner, and ate some. I even made a yummy dip with it that I'll eat with my sashimi tomorrow at work. I don't even like avocado, but I still ate that sucker and said it tasted good.
Anyway, after the grocery store trip of doom, we came home, I immediately went to shower, and then while 'decompressing' I couldn't stay awake. So Hubby made dinner and then came to lay with me for a bit to wake me up. It felt so gooood. One thing about myself that even I know is really weird: I like to sleep diagonally across the bed, with my head on Hubby's pillow. My pillow is better, but I still want Hubby's. *shrug* It's weird. I don't need all that room (as proven today, when I slept in a bed topped with all sorts of stuff and didn't disturb any of it except what I moved to lay down initially), but I like the positioning.
I'll be working tomorrow at CPR from 9-4, coming home, picking up Reb, and then going to the massage job from 6 to 9. I may get home in time to tuck in MJ, but I'm not sure. I'm really concerned that I won't have the energy necessary to handle both jobs, though in my head it doesn't seem like a lot of work. It's generally 9-10 hours of massage, and I think they're hoping I'll up my hours to include another week night eventually. I'm willing to give it a try for sure, like a month/2 month long trial and see where I'm at.
I didn't finish reading the article, because it's just so in-depth and I'm so tired, but this is an interesting article detailing how millennials are changing the idea of monogamy and sex for our generation, and working toward gender equality by making promiscuity equal. It's actually rather interesting.
http://www.rollingstone.com/feature/millennial-sexual-revolution-relationships-marriage
Finally, two things: First, I forgot to mention on the previous post that I'm supposed to be getting trained up to be a Team Lead, which is essentially a Manager. So hopefully that will also translate into a raise, and additional benefits or something. Every day is a toss up, like 'Is today the day they push too hard and I quit?' or 'Is today going to one of those days where everything is awesome?' We shall see. We shall always see.
The other thing is my birthday plans. My birthday coincides with Easter this year (the weekend at least. A part of me is still mentally saying 'SEE MOMMA. TOLD YOU THIS HAPPENS. SUCK IT.' but the rest is like 'Ooh, cool, let's see all the celebration stuff we can cram into this one weekend.
Things I want at my birthday this year:
~ I want Papa to grill steaks and stuff.
~ I want a Pinata. Filled with eggs. That have candy or money inside. And instead of using a bat, I want to use a sword. Yeessssssss.
~ I want a couple gifts. New bras, for one thing. I'd love a bamboo pillow, and I'm thinking of buying matching ones for me and my brother, since his birthday is this week. Otherwise.... I know my family doesn't have much, and I'm not all that inclined to be like 'gimme gimme'.
~ I would really like for family to not fight, and to not try to push their bounds, but we know that's going to happen, so it's wasted want.
~ I want candles on my birthday cake. (Don't care what type, so long as I get cake. I guess marble or chocolate?) We bought some today at Food Lion. Yay!
~ I want an easter egg hunt. Teehee?
~ I would love some balloons to mutilate and use their innards for my amusement.
~ I'd like my siblings there. Without me having to transport them. Seriously.
Hm. Writing it all out, I don't feel like I'm asking for a whole lot. Maybe I'm just not seeing all the effort this will take? I dunno. I'm kinda looking forward to it though.
And yep, I'm done for now.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
I've been holding things close to my chest lately.
And I think it's because I'm worried that it'll be taken away if I talk about it. I'm not sure where the idea came from, or why I seem to be holding tight to information about myself, but it's become a bit of a worrisome thing. I don't mean to. So lets see if I can expound on some things that are relatively 'new'.
1. I'm sort of anxious because I've always thought I would die before I hit 26. So in my mind, I'm a little bit 'I have less than a month left' and I'm getting jittery about it. I don't know why I'm so convinced, I just know I am.
2. Recently Hubbikins applied to two massage jobs for me. I had phone interviews with both places, and a practical at one. The one I had the practical at, offered me the job as soon as I finished up the massage and was cleaning up. It was quite flattering. I was caught off guard and said yes. You see, I did want to get back into doing massage, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do much of it yet. It's really hard on my body. So when they offered, I HAD to say yes, or they may never give me a job later, and it's a place I would enjoy working at in future. I'll be honest. I felt a little resentful towards Hubby because I wasn't planning to start back at massage, and I felt forced into it. I know he was only trying to help, but this is going to be a hell of way to jump back into it.
3. I went in for training today on my new massage job. It was interesting. I like the place, I like the benefits, I'm leery about the pay. My estimates are roughly showing that without tips to supplement my massage, I'll be paid something between $16-24 based on the type of client, and the type of massage, etc. That's really low for me, and I'm not sure I'll be willing to stay for that amount. I'll give it a couple months though. The people have been very nice so far, so I'm hopeful.
4. I'll be working there Mon/Wed from 6pm to 9pm, so I *might* make it home to tuck MJ into bed at night those days. I'll also be working a weekend day, but while she wants me to work this Sunday, she said she wasn't sure if she would keep me on Sundays.
5. We're doing our taxes on the 19th, and then driving to my Mom's place for Chay's birthday. I already asked for that weekend off at both work places, so that's good.
6. I'm hoping to have a barbecue at my parent's place the weekend after that (Easter weekend) to celebrate my birthday. I asked Hubbikins to talk to my parents about it, but he didn't do that yet. When I just got off the phone with my mom, I asked her about it, and she said she'd be fine with hosting my birthday 'party' but that Hubby hasn't mentioned anything to her. I'm unhappy that I had to mention it. I feel egotistical and dirty for arranging my own birthday barbecue, but it doesn't look like it'll get arranged if I don't do it so I'm sucking it up. I want to enjoy my birthday.
7. I've recently realized that if I only wore what I wanted to at home, I'd dress like a slut all the time. Tube tops, slinky dresses, fishnet stockings, flowy dresses and high heels amuse me and make me feel rather free. Not free like sensual, just free to be me. I try to keep those clothing choices to a minimum though because I feel like it could set a bad precedent for MJ. I'm not doing it to dress sexy, I just like how they don't feel restrictive.
8. I tried to arrange to go to the doctor, but it didn't work out. I needed an insurance card, and we won't have that for another week or two, and I'm working every day for the next two weeks after today. It sucks. I'm not as nauseous as I have been for the last few weeks (I think I accidentally poisoned myself), but I still feel like I'm a little sick, and I need a check-up. I haven't had one since before we moved in July.
9. I've been thinking about moving to a new location. Mainly because I still want a house, and I want Hubby to be able to get to work with or without a car without any issues. Right now I've been driving him to a bus stop and he takes two buses to get to work but it takes him about an hour to get to work every day. I don't mind driving, but if I drive him straight to work, I inevitably hit two or three traffic jams on my way to work, which is in the opposite direction. Basically, my job is fifteen minutes east, and his is about fifteen to twenty minutes west. It makes for a lot of driving.
10. I'm getting desperate to read something good. I've tried to satisfy myself with fanfiction, and some of it is satisfying enough that it settles my urge a little, but.... I need more. I have books to read, but I have a nasty habit of not being able to sleep if I haven't finished the book, and I don't have enough time to sit around reading a book or more in one day.
11. I put Hubby in charge of teaching MJ to make mexican food yesterday. I've told him how frustrating it is, and he's kind of been ....less than supportive about the difficulty of it. Guess what his ass did? He ended up making it himself! I was like 'You just entirely defeated the purpose of the exercise, and you let her win by letting her think that if she whines enough, she'll get out of cooking!' I'm so frustrated by that. Next week is going to be hellish because of his decision to do it himself. He said she couldn't do it, but I've had her make the meat before, I've had her make rice before, and the beans just needed to be heated up, and I started that for her! She knew how to make ALL OF IT. I've ALREADY TAUGHT HER. She basically PLAYED him, and he made it out like 'Well that's too hard for her.' Uh, no. She knows how. She just didn't want to because she didn't get to choose what she was making.
12. I basically decided that if she doesn't tell me what she's making by Sunday, I'll be choosing her meal to make. I've been wanting spicy food, so I went for mexican this time. She's been pretty set on making frozen food for her dinners lately, and to me, that's not really cooking. That's grab and ping (Ping being the microwave timer going off saying when to take something out). Don't get me wrong, Grab and Ping has it's uses and there's times that it is MUCH better to go for ready made. I actually prefer ready made mashed potatoes to real mashed potatoes because of the heat, the steam, the danger, and truthfully, instant tastes a little better.
13. My mom just got off her liver medicine on Sunday. She's doing really well. Something about her Hepatitus being cured or put into stasis or something. She doles out the information piecemeal so I don't understand it all. I'm just glad she's done with it. She's gonna have foot surgery next month, she says. Then after that, she may have hip surgery. I'm not sure. She wants to get 'fixed' so she can do more. It's her choice, I just wish Papa took better care of her when she's sick/healing.
I'm sure there's other stuff I haven't shared, but I can't think of much. I hope this gave you all a little insight into what's been going on lately. Thanks for reading!
I like this song:
1. I'm sort of anxious because I've always thought I would die before I hit 26. So in my mind, I'm a little bit 'I have less than a month left' and I'm getting jittery about it. I don't know why I'm so convinced, I just know I am.
2. Recently Hubbikins applied to two massage jobs for me. I had phone interviews with both places, and a practical at one. The one I had the practical at, offered me the job as soon as I finished up the massage and was cleaning up. It was quite flattering. I was caught off guard and said yes. You see, I did want to get back into doing massage, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do much of it yet. It's really hard on my body. So when they offered, I HAD to say yes, or they may never give me a job later, and it's a place I would enjoy working at in future. I'll be honest. I felt a little resentful towards Hubby because I wasn't planning to start back at massage, and I felt forced into it. I know he was only trying to help, but this is going to be a hell of way to jump back into it.
3. I went in for training today on my new massage job. It was interesting. I like the place, I like the benefits, I'm leery about the pay. My estimates are roughly showing that without tips to supplement my massage, I'll be paid something between $16-24 based on the type of client, and the type of massage, etc. That's really low for me, and I'm not sure I'll be willing to stay for that amount. I'll give it a couple months though. The people have been very nice so far, so I'm hopeful.
4. I'll be working there Mon/Wed from 6pm to 9pm, so I *might* make it home to tuck MJ into bed at night those days. I'll also be working a weekend day, but while she wants me to work this Sunday, she said she wasn't sure if she would keep me on Sundays.
5. We're doing our taxes on the 19th, and then driving to my Mom's place for Chay's birthday. I already asked for that weekend off at both work places, so that's good.
6. I'm hoping to have a barbecue at my parent's place the weekend after that (Easter weekend) to celebrate my birthday. I asked Hubbikins to talk to my parents about it, but he didn't do that yet. When I just got off the phone with my mom, I asked her about it, and she said she'd be fine with hosting my birthday 'party' but that Hubby hasn't mentioned anything to her. I'm unhappy that I had to mention it. I feel egotistical and dirty for arranging my own birthday barbecue, but it doesn't look like it'll get arranged if I don't do it so I'm sucking it up. I want to enjoy my birthday.
7. I've recently realized that if I only wore what I wanted to at home, I'd dress like a slut all the time. Tube tops, slinky dresses, fishnet stockings, flowy dresses and high heels amuse me and make me feel rather free. Not free like sensual, just free to be me. I try to keep those clothing choices to a minimum though because I feel like it could set a bad precedent for MJ. I'm not doing it to dress sexy, I just like how they don't feel restrictive.
8. I tried to arrange to go to the doctor, but it didn't work out. I needed an insurance card, and we won't have that for another week or two, and I'm working every day for the next two weeks after today. It sucks. I'm not as nauseous as I have been for the last few weeks (I think I accidentally poisoned myself), but I still feel like I'm a little sick, and I need a check-up. I haven't had one since before we moved in July.
9. I've been thinking about moving to a new location. Mainly because I still want a house, and I want Hubby to be able to get to work with or without a car without any issues. Right now I've been driving him to a bus stop and he takes two buses to get to work but it takes him about an hour to get to work every day. I don't mind driving, but if I drive him straight to work, I inevitably hit two or three traffic jams on my way to work, which is in the opposite direction. Basically, my job is fifteen minutes east, and his is about fifteen to twenty minutes west. It makes for a lot of driving.
10. I'm getting desperate to read something good. I've tried to satisfy myself with fanfiction, and some of it is satisfying enough that it settles my urge a little, but.... I need more. I have books to read, but I have a nasty habit of not being able to sleep if I haven't finished the book, and I don't have enough time to sit around reading a book or more in one day.
11. I put Hubby in charge of teaching MJ to make mexican food yesterday. I've told him how frustrating it is, and he's kind of been ....less than supportive about the difficulty of it. Guess what his ass did? He ended up making it himself! I was like 'You just entirely defeated the purpose of the exercise, and you let her win by letting her think that if she whines enough, she'll get out of cooking!' I'm so frustrated by that. Next week is going to be hellish because of his decision to do it himself. He said she couldn't do it, but I've had her make the meat before, I've had her make rice before, and the beans just needed to be heated up, and I started that for her! She knew how to make ALL OF IT. I've ALREADY TAUGHT HER. She basically PLAYED him, and he made it out like 'Well that's too hard for her.' Uh, no. She knows how. She just didn't want to because she didn't get to choose what she was making.
12. I basically decided that if she doesn't tell me what she's making by Sunday, I'll be choosing her meal to make. I've been wanting spicy food, so I went for mexican this time. She's been pretty set on making frozen food for her dinners lately, and to me, that's not really cooking. That's grab and ping (Ping being the microwave timer going off saying when to take something out). Don't get me wrong, Grab and Ping has it's uses and there's times that it is MUCH better to go for ready made. I actually prefer ready made mashed potatoes to real mashed potatoes because of the heat, the steam, the danger, and truthfully, instant tastes a little better.
13. My mom just got off her liver medicine on Sunday. She's doing really well. Something about her Hepatitus being cured or put into stasis or something. She doles out the information piecemeal so I don't understand it all. I'm just glad she's done with it. She's gonna have foot surgery next month, she says. Then after that, she may have hip surgery. I'm not sure. She wants to get 'fixed' so she can do more. It's her choice, I just wish Papa took better care of her when she's sick/healing.
I'm sure there's other stuff I haven't shared, but I can't think of much. I hope this gave you all a little insight into what's been going on lately. Thanks for reading!
I like this song:
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Hisashiburi!
So I've noticed lately that my Japanese is gettin really rusty. I reach for words and can't recall them. I think I should fix this, but without someone to practice with, I lose motivation. :( It sucks.
Also, sorry I haven't posted in so long. I think about posting fairly often, but it never happens because I'm brain-dead by the time I get home from work. Speaking of work, there have been some changes in the past month that seriously made me consider leaving. I'm still considering it, but I'm not as serious about it because, as hubby says, I have a strong chance of promotion. And I told myself I would commit three years to this company if possible when I first got hired. I don't want to give up, you know?
So the changes: We hired a lot of people, and we had at least three new hires join our team....only to quit that same day. We had an ice day, and my supervisor didn't make it in, after a half a week of being too sick to come in. The owners chewed her out via email, and she chose to resign rather than deal with their accusations. So I lost my team lead. That same week, I lost the other two team members that had as much experience as I did. And then it was down to me and the new girl that was being trained on FB with me. I commenced to finish up her training. She's still slow, but that just takes experience to increase. It's just been me and her dealing with all of my client's issues (and boy do they have issues), and I basically stepped up into the team lead role, and they didn't say anything against it. *Shrug* My mom keeps clamoring for me to demand a pay increase, but I feel like those should be offered, not demanded. I don't feel that I'm underpaid yet. Once I begin to feel that way, I may mention it to the owners, but until then, I'm good. I'll probably demand it during Grass Season, when we're expected to get upwards of 40 work orders cleared and submitted a day. Until then, I'm fairly content.
I'm nervous about tomorrow, because I'll be giving a massage for the first time since we've moved back. Its completely a relaxation massage, low on pressure, high on technique, but I'm nervous because the person I'll be massaging has never had one before, and we're trying to barter with each other. I'm nervous, but I can do it! I want to be able to barter for services! This is the first step!
Lately I've been feeling sick in the mornings. I don't get hungry immediately like I used to, and no matter what I eat (believe me, I've tried several different things) it all ends up upsetting my stomach and sends me running for the bathroom at work. It's very annoying. I figure if I'm gonna end up sick regardless (as it appears I will), I may as well eat what I want to. And no, I don't think I'm pregnant. I think it's because I accidentally poisoned myself with Peptobismal Tablets last week. :S Did you know that if you take too many, you're supposed to call poison control? I took three because two never seems to be effective for my heartburn, It turns out it seriously messes with your digestion if you take too many, which makes sense because it lowers your acidic content in your stomach, which sends food that hasn't been chemically broken down into your bowels, which aren't prepared to take them in that state, so not much is absorbed, and it just ends up getting pushed out sooner. If you know what I mean. Like I said, not pleasant.
So beyond that, I did a lot of little things for my Mom for her birthday, and it worked up to her bragging about it to my siblings in front of me, and I hated that. I didn't say anything to mom because it's her birthday and I didn't want to scold her on that day. It made me regret being so generous. My brother is mentally about 10 years old. He's likely to pick her a flower, or give her a gift from his own collection of toys, but not to take her out and buy her whatever she wants. My sisters don't have enough money to pay rent, let alone actually blow money on their mom. To rub the fact that I'm 'thoughtful' enough and 'well off enough' to do that is just crass.
My sister's getting impatient to talk to MJ. I wouldn't mind, but MJ is grounded for the next month for mouthing off to her teachers and us because we didn't pay enough attention to her. Not to mention, my policy has been to call Cin when MJ asks to speak to her, and not otherwise, because it leaves MJ unsettled and unhappy to talk to her mom otherwise. *sigh* I'll have to initiate it tomorrow for MJ because Cin is supposed to meet the other kids tomorrow.
I know there's been a lot of things that have happened recently, but I dont feel particularly open to sharing right now.... One thing is that Hubby is sending me massage jobs in the area near his new work place fairly regularly, and I'm a little unsettled. I'm unsure if he just wants me to have that option open to me, or if he genuinely wants me to leave this job, or if he just wants me to take on a second job in addition to this one. It'd be nice to have that cleared up.
So how was everyone's Valentine's Days? Hubby and I dropped off the littlin at my mom's place, went on a date to see DeadPool (AWESOME movie, btw), and basically got laze around for a weekend. It's nice to be able to lay in bed all day. I should know. I did that today. Hubby got me dark chocolate covered cherries and flowers, and my gift was to not get him anything. This sounds weird, I'm sure, but I spent a lot of money on gifts for him over Christmas and his Birthday a few weeks before, so I think he appreciated not worrying about my denting our account further.
Yeah, I'm done for now. Thanks for listening!
Also, sorry I haven't posted in so long. I think about posting fairly often, but it never happens because I'm brain-dead by the time I get home from work. Speaking of work, there have been some changes in the past month that seriously made me consider leaving. I'm still considering it, but I'm not as serious about it because, as hubby says, I have a strong chance of promotion. And I told myself I would commit three years to this company if possible when I first got hired. I don't want to give up, you know?
So the changes: We hired a lot of people, and we had at least three new hires join our team....only to quit that same day. We had an ice day, and my supervisor didn't make it in, after a half a week of being too sick to come in. The owners chewed her out via email, and she chose to resign rather than deal with their accusations. So I lost my team lead. That same week, I lost the other two team members that had as much experience as I did. And then it was down to me and the new girl that was being trained on FB with me. I commenced to finish up her training. She's still slow, but that just takes experience to increase. It's just been me and her dealing with all of my client's issues (and boy do they have issues), and I basically stepped up into the team lead role, and they didn't say anything against it. *Shrug* My mom keeps clamoring for me to demand a pay increase, but I feel like those should be offered, not demanded. I don't feel that I'm underpaid yet. Once I begin to feel that way, I may mention it to the owners, but until then, I'm good. I'll probably demand it during Grass Season, when we're expected to get upwards of 40 work orders cleared and submitted a day. Until then, I'm fairly content.
I'm nervous about tomorrow, because I'll be giving a massage for the first time since we've moved back. Its completely a relaxation massage, low on pressure, high on technique, but I'm nervous because the person I'll be massaging has never had one before, and we're trying to barter with each other. I'm nervous, but I can do it! I want to be able to barter for services! This is the first step!
Lately I've been feeling sick in the mornings. I don't get hungry immediately like I used to, and no matter what I eat (believe me, I've tried several different things) it all ends up upsetting my stomach and sends me running for the bathroom at work. It's very annoying. I figure if I'm gonna end up sick regardless (as it appears I will), I may as well eat what I want to. And no, I don't think I'm pregnant. I think it's because I accidentally poisoned myself with Peptobismal Tablets last week. :S Did you know that if you take too many, you're supposed to call poison control? I took three because two never seems to be effective for my heartburn, It turns out it seriously messes with your digestion if you take too many, which makes sense because it lowers your acidic content in your stomach, which sends food that hasn't been chemically broken down into your bowels, which aren't prepared to take them in that state, so not much is absorbed, and it just ends up getting pushed out sooner. If you know what I mean. Like I said, not pleasant.
So beyond that, I did a lot of little things for my Mom for her birthday, and it worked up to her bragging about it to my siblings in front of me, and I hated that. I didn't say anything to mom because it's her birthday and I didn't want to scold her on that day. It made me regret being so generous. My brother is mentally about 10 years old. He's likely to pick her a flower, or give her a gift from his own collection of toys, but not to take her out and buy her whatever she wants. My sisters don't have enough money to pay rent, let alone actually blow money on their mom. To rub the fact that I'm 'thoughtful' enough and 'well off enough' to do that is just crass.
My sister's getting impatient to talk to MJ. I wouldn't mind, but MJ is grounded for the next month for mouthing off to her teachers and us because we didn't pay enough attention to her. Not to mention, my policy has been to call Cin when MJ asks to speak to her, and not otherwise, because it leaves MJ unsettled and unhappy to talk to her mom otherwise. *sigh* I'll have to initiate it tomorrow for MJ because Cin is supposed to meet the other kids tomorrow.
I know there's been a lot of things that have happened recently, but I dont feel particularly open to sharing right now.... One thing is that Hubby is sending me massage jobs in the area near his new work place fairly regularly, and I'm a little unsettled. I'm unsure if he just wants me to have that option open to me, or if he genuinely wants me to leave this job, or if he just wants me to take on a second job in addition to this one. It'd be nice to have that cleared up.
So how was everyone's Valentine's Days? Hubby and I dropped off the littlin at my mom's place, went on a date to see DeadPool (AWESOME movie, btw), and basically got laze around for a weekend. It's nice to be able to lay in bed all day. I should know. I did that today. Hubby got me dark chocolate covered cherries and flowers, and my gift was to not get him anything. This sounds weird, I'm sure, but I spent a lot of money on gifts for him over Christmas and his Birthday a few weeks before, so I think he appreciated not worrying about my denting our account further.
Yeah, I'm done for now. Thanks for listening!
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
MJ made dinner today!
And we weren't poisoned! Yay! She made beef lasagna from the hamburger helper box. It wasn't bad, actually, but while I was eating it I was almost sick because I wanted veggies so much more than I wanted meat. There were no veggies at all, just pasta and meat and sauce and ugh. Next week she's planning to make spaghetti.
Heheheh. I just remembered part of her cooking today. So basically when she cooks, I sit in the kitchen on my laptop and 'supervise' while she works things out. She usually starts out trying to get me to do everything for her, while I just blankly stare at her until she does it herself. Perfect example: "Where's the pan?'' *Blank stare* She looks on the wall where it hangs. ''Oh. Got it.'' Eventually she starts getting into the groove of it. I check on her, let her know when the meat is cooked properly (I don't want to die), and actually supervise once she stops trying to play stupid. Well today she was stirring and she asked me to prepare the milk for her. I glanced at her, decided it was a fair request, and prepared it for her. She kinda laughed and said "This is just like when you're cooking and you make me help you! It's fair!" I laughed and agreed. I don't mind helping a bit, and it makes her more confident to know I'm watching over it.
I do want to say, if you got me a gift and I haven't thanked you for it, it isnt because I don't like it or anything like that. I'm actually struggling really hard to get over my inferiority issues. I'm pretty sure everyone's aware already, but just to reiterate: I have a near crippling fear that I am constantly bothering someone if I contact them. I don't think my mom's clear 'Yes, I'm busy, if it's not important hang up' methods help that. It's kinda cool though that I actually have called my sisters this week. Yes, they called me first, but I actually called back, which is way more than I usually am able to do. So yes, I liked everything I received, and no, I am not purposely ignoring anyone. I'm just gathering courage.... slowly. :/
Mia decided on her own that this video was too explicit for her. Sometimes it tickles me how innocent she can be.
I like this song, but she looks so tense that I don't enjoy the video. It's a good attempt to be funny, but it doesn't suit my tastes.
I like this one too. I didn't watch the video because I didn't want to get disillusioned.
Heheheh. I just remembered part of her cooking today. So basically when she cooks, I sit in the kitchen on my laptop and 'supervise' while she works things out. She usually starts out trying to get me to do everything for her, while I just blankly stare at her until she does it herself. Perfect example: "Where's the pan?'' *Blank stare* She looks on the wall where it hangs. ''Oh. Got it.'' Eventually she starts getting into the groove of it. I check on her, let her know when the meat is cooked properly (I don't want to die), and actually supervise once she stops trying to play stupid. Well today she was stirring and she asked me to prepare the milk for her. I glanced at her, decided it was a fair request, and prepared it for her. She kinda laughed and said "This is just like when you're cooking and you make me help you! It's fair!" I laughed and agreed. I don't mind helping a bit, and it makes her more confident to know I'm watching over it.
I do want to say, if you got me a gift and I haven't thanked you for it, it isnt because I don't like it or anything like that. I'm actually struggling really hard to get over my inferiority issues. I'm pretty sure everyone's aware already, but just to reiterate: I have a near crippling fear that I am constantly bothering someone if I contact them. I don't think my mom's clear 'Yes, I'm busy, if it's not important hang up' methods help that. It's kinda cool though that I actually have called my sisters this week. Yes, they called me first, but I actually called back, which is way more than I usually am able to do. So yes, I liked everything I received, and no, I am not purposely ignoring anyone. I'm just gathering courage.... slowly. :/
Mia decided on her own that this video was too explicit for her. Sometimes it tickles me how innocent she can be.
I like this song, but she looks so tense that I don't enjoy the video. It's a good attempt to be funny, but it doesn't suit my tastes.
I like this one too. I didn't watch the video because I didn't want to get disillusioned.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
We had a hiring seminar today
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!
This seems relevant:
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!
This seems relevant:
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Sooooo..... I got drunk
on Thanksgiving. After we came home from my family. I have three theories as to why, and I believe that none are the sole reason, but all contributed:
1. We had that Bottle of Rum for THREE YEARS without touching it. THREE YEARS. It was time to go.
2. My family pissed me off. They always do, it's par for the course now. My mother called 'Modern Family' a gay ass show.
3. Maybe I was subconsciously fighting against getting my period by getting as dehydrated as possible. It's a distinct possibility.
And booooy did I get dehydrated. In layman's terms, I had a hangover from hell. I had to call my sister and ask if it wasn't alcohol poisoning. I had a fever and nausea for three days afterward and easily got headaches. I threw up multiple times (the next day). I remember most of the night but refuse to admit some things happened. And I am so proud that I had the discression to only have Hubby as my witness. Though I accidentally spilled the beans on some things I bought that night. And apparently bought some things I didn't know about.......
The experience of getting drunk, for me: It was like super tiny millisecond time jumps where things easily disorient you because they aren't where they were before. And most thoughts just pop right out, and everything is funny except that your body is super heavy, and it doesn't always listen to you. And concentration is just right out the window. I completely understand how people that get drunk crash often, and I also think people are idiots if they're having millisecond black-outs and still think they're good to drive.
To be fair, I drank 1/2 of a Bottle (I think it was a Liter bottle) of 35% Alcoholic Rum. It tasted like candy, burned like whiskey. I am neeeeever getting drunk again. I threw up chocolate from that night the next morning. Twice. I drank so much alcohol that my body wasn't able to digest the chocolate while I slept!!!!
I woke up the Little One, and apparently couldn't stop talking, and Hubby finally resorted to saying over and over 'It's alright. Can we just go to sleep?' until I got annoyed at him not responding properly and stopped talking to him. I think he dressed me because after the shower I was too woozy and I didn't care enough to put clothes on.
So yeah, never getting drunk again, though it's easy enough to dull the memory until you think you're not really that awful when you're drunk. I think if it ever happens again, Hubby will record me, so that's a major reason to NOT, if I need another reason. Goodness knows my family could drive me to it so easily.
Anyone else wanna chime in on what getting drunk feels like? That was the first and only time for me. Let me know in the comments below!
I feel like the person he's talking/questioning in this song pretty often.....
1. We had that Bottle of Rum for THREE YEARS without touching it. THREE YEARS. It was time to go.
2. My family pissed me off. They always do, it's par for the course now. My mother called 'Modern Family' a gay ass show.
3. Maybe I was subconsciously fighting against getting my period by getting as dehydrated as possible. It's a distinct possibility.
And booooy did I get dehydrated. In layman's terms, I had a hangover from hell. I had to call my sister and ask if it wasn't alcohol poisoning. I had a fever and nausea for three days afterward and easily got headaches. I threw up multiple times (the next day). I remember most of the night but refuse to admit some things happened. And I am so proud that I had the discression to only have Hubby as my witness. Though I accidentally spilled the beans on some things I bought that night. And apparently bought some things I didn't know about.......
The experience of getting drunk, for me: It was like super tiny millisecond time jumps where things easily disorient you because they aren't where they were before. And most thoughts just pop right out, and everything is funny except that your body is super heavy, and it doesn't always listen to you. And concentration is just right out the window. I completely understand how people that get drunk crash often, and I also think people are idiots if they're having millisecond black-outs and still think they're good to drive.
To be fair, I drank 1/2 of a Bottle (I think it was a Liter bottle) of 35% Alcoholic Rum. It tasted like candy, burned like whiskey. I am neeeeever getting drunk again. I threw up chocolate from that night the next morning. Twice. I drank so much alcohol that my body wasn't able to digest the chocolate while I slept!!!!
I woke up the Little One, and apparently couldn't stop talking, and Hubby finally resorted to saying over and over 'It's alright. Can we just go to sleep?' until I got annoyed at him not responding properly and stopped talking to him. I think he dressed me because after the shower I was too woozy and I didn't care enough to put clothes on.
So yeah, never getting drunk again, though it's easy enough to dull the memory until you think you're not really that awful when you're drunk. I think if it ever happens again, Hubby will record me, so that's a major reason to NOT, if I need another reason. Goodness knows my family could drive me to it so easily.
Anyone else wanna chime in on what getting drunk feels like? That was the first and only time for me. Let me know in the comments below!
I feel like the person he's talking/questioning in this song pretty often.....
Monday, November 23, 2015
My new job
So I've had a job since 10/21/2015 but I was really leery of getting fired soon after getting it, like what happened with my last office job, so I've held off on saying anything about it. It's an 'Asset Preservation Assistant', and basically I'm helping keep homes that get foreclosed on to stay in good shape until they can get sold. We're given work by banks and people representing the banks, and then we take that work and find a crew that can do what needs doing in a time frame that the client will accept. Sometimes we go over the allowed time, and sometimes we get it done early. It really just depends on location and crew.
I feel like I'm basically a maintenance dispatcher, if that makes sense. And interestingly, I really like my job. I like talking with the crews, and making nice with our clients. I like finding work for crews that need it and editing their photos to be what our client asked for. I even moderately like my coworkers.
My problems are generally when management step in. There's been many a case where I got lectured for something I didn't do, or something that I originally did right, and then they changed what they wanted me doing and now it was 'wrong' until they look closer and decide, oh no, do it again the way you originally did it. That's rather frustrating. Also frustrating is that we're STILL cleaning up the mess of trying to give some work to an Indian Company, and they were shit at it. We nearly lost my client over it, and we DID have a knock-down fight via email where we refused to work with a client representative anymore because of all the miscommunication.
Often I feel like I'm not speaking the right language because they don't understand what I'm trying to say has happened, or is going on. I think I'm perfectly clear most of the time, but then there's issues of clarity, or me writing notes that are too long, of me not explaining enough, etc. Some of this is because I'm too eloquent, don't have the right vocabulary or I take too long getting to the point. Other times I'm told I'm too direct like 'Gimme what I want' instead of 'This is what we need, can you provide it please'.
These things are all true. I do like to write long paragraphs detailing the intricate situation. I also like to be short and sweet with my emails, when I can. It does come across as callous, and I am working on all of these things. Sometimes they catch me out doing something wrong. Most often, I was taught wrong, or wasn't taught at all and had to feel my way because my supervisor is the most popular lady in the office, it feels like.
I'm not afraid to admit when I do something wrong, like when I invoiced for less than we actually charge earlier today. My excuse in this case was: It wasn't written what we charge the client, I asked two supervisors, waited ten minutes, got no responses, so I went ahead with what I found as a viable price. I was wrong by $5. I regret not waiting longer, especially since my supervisor got back to me literally the second after I pressed Submit.
So I started training on one client, then they pulled me off of it and gave me another client. Then just when I started to get used to that client, they gave me this brand new one, and said 'Here, use the outsourcing to India to help you get the 100+ work orders you have for this client taken care of.' That was SUCH a bad idea. THEN, as soon as I had half a handle on this client, they gave me ANOTHER one on TOP of this one. And my supervisor isn't nearly as helpful as I could wish. Or as accessible. She has pulled me aside and told me to come to her with EVERY question I have, because I can't be asking other people that might give you the wrong answer. Yet often she's missing from the office, too busy to listen, or never gets back to me. It's a work in progress, we'll say.
The reason I was worried I would get fired quickly is two-fold. First, I have a bit of trauma from being fired after two weeks with no other comment besides 'you aren't a good fit'. Second, I wasn't their first choice at all. By that, I mean I was told I would hear back from them on Friday if I got the job, and I didn't hear back until the next Wednesday, asking if I would like the job, and have training the next morning. I missed 3 days of training, so I think it's pretty clear that someone didn't work out. The next week or maybe the week after that, one of the ladies that got the job 'on time' and had all the training offered,...... well, she couldn't kick it. She was stressed out, she couldn't remember how to make a daily task (I have no issues with it), and she made so many mistakes that it took weeks to clean up after her. One morning she came in, couldn't get the daily task uploaded, freaked out, went to the supervisor, and came back to pack her stuff. She said she felt relieved, and then she left. ......And then they dumped her client on me.
Yes, yes they did. I hardly knew the client, and they dumped it on me. I scrambled for two weeks to understand the client, and finally got things going smoothly last week, until the whole blow-up with miscommunication I mentioned earlier. It was not fun. So anyway, they promised me another new person for my team, and they did hire someone. But not for my team. My team is my supervisor....and me. That's it. The person they hired? That's for a position as Team Trainer. He's giving us 'homework' and shares my office. Apparently he worked for them for three years, and just now came back as the Trainer for them. It annoys me that I have to write a 'report' for him and take 'tests' for him. I wouldn't mind, but they just dumped another client on me, and they're depending on me to help with a third client as well, so I'm already swamped.
I like being useful though. And I like having someone in the office, though I feel kinda embarrassed and constricted because I like to play music while I work, but it's usually techno or rock or something and I don't think I project that image at all to my co-workers.
On a new note: It's been GREAT for my sleeping. I am *always* tired nowadays, and my insomnia is nearly gone. I get so tired I get dizzy though. And I'm sleeping about 8 hours a night. So it's impressive that it tires me out that much. At first it gave me headaches and made my butt hurt a lot, but I did get used to that stuff really quickly, like they said I would. I also had to take a 15 minute break, and only took about 5 minutes to eat, so I started walking up and down some stairs outside to work out the kinks in my legs during my lunch. But now I use my break to take Hubby to work and come back with the car because his new location is like 5-10 minutes from my job. I felt really bad dropping him off 6+ hours early for work, so I was relieved when this became the new norm.
Aaaaand it's nearing my bedtime and I still need a shower, so I'm going to sign off. Good night!
I feel like I'm basically a maintenance dispatcher, if that makes sense. And interestingly, I really like my job. I like talking with the crews, and making nice with our clients. I like finding work for crews that need it and editing their photos to be what our client asked for. I even moderately like my coworkers.
My problems are generally when management step in. There's been many a case where I got lectured for something I didn't do, or something that I originally did right, and then they changed what they wanted me doing and now it was 'wrong' until they look closer and decide, oh no, do it again the way you originally did it. That's rather frustrating. Also frustrating is that we're STILL cleaning up the mess of trying to give some work to an Indian Company, and they were shit at it. We nearly lost my client over it, and we DID have a knock-down fight via email where we refused to work with a client representative anymore because of all the miscommunication.
Often I feel like I'm not speaking the right language because they don't understand what I'm trying to say has happened, or is going on. I think I'm perfectly clear most of the time, but then there's issues of clarity, or me writing notes that are too long, of me not explaining enough, etc. Some of this is because I'm too eloquent, don't have the right vocabulary or I take too long getting to the point. Other times I'm told I'm too direct like 'Gimme what I want' instead of 'This is what we need, can you provide it please'.
These things are all true. I do like to write long paragraphs detailing the intricate situation. I also like to be short and sweet with my emails, when I can. It does come across as callous, and I am working on all of these things. Sometimes they catch me out doing something wrong. Most often, I was taught wrong, or wasn't taught at all and had to feel my way because my supervisor is the most popular lady in the office, it feels like.
I'm not afraid to admit when I do something wrong, like when I invoiced for less than we actually charge earlier today. My excuse in this case was: It wasn't written what we charge the client, I asked two supervisors, waited ten minutes, got no responses, so I went ahead with what I found as a viable price. I was wrong by $5. I regret not waiting longer, especially since my supervisor got back to me literally the second after I pressed Submit.
So I started training on one client, then they pulled me off of it and gave me another client. Then just when I started to get used to that client, they gave me this brand new one, and said 'Here, use the outsourcing to India to help you get the 100+ work orders you have for this client taken care of.' That was SUCH a bad idea. THEN, as soon as I had half a handle on this client, they gave me ANOTHER one on TOP of this one. And my supervisor isn't nearly as helpful as I could wish. Or as accessible. She has pulled me aside and told me to come to her with EVERY question I have, because I can't be asking other people that might give you the wrong answer. Yet often she's missing from the office, too busy to listen, or never gets back to me. It's a work in progress, we'll say.
The reason I was worried I would get fired quickly is two-fold. First, I have a bit of trauma from being fired after two weeks with no other comment besides 'you aren't a good fit'. Second, I wasn't their first choice at all. By that, I mean I was told I would hear back from them on Friday if I got the job, and I didn't hear back until the next Wednesday, asking if I would like the job, and have training the next morning. I missed 3 days of training, so I think it's pretty clear that someone didn't work out. The next week or maybe the week after that, one of the ladies that got the job 'on time' and had all the training offered,...... well, she couldn't kick it. She was stressed out, she couldn't remember how to make a daily task (I have no issues with it), and she made so many mistakes that it took weeks to clean up after her. One morning she came in, couldn't get the daily task uploaded, freaked out, went to the supervisor, and came back to pack her stuff. She said she felt relieved, and then she left. ......And then they dumped her client on me.
Yes, yes they did. I hardly knew the client, and they dumped it on me. I scrambled for two weeks to understand the client, and finally got things going smoothly last week, until the whole blow-up with miscommunication I mentioned earlier. It was not fun. So anyway, they promised me another new person for my team, and they did hire someone. But not for my team. My team is my supervisor....and me. That's it. The person they hired? That's for a position as Team Trainer. He's giving us 'homework' and shares my office. Apparently he worked for them for three years, and just now came back as the Trainer for them. It annoys me that I have to write a 'report' for him and take 'tests' for him. I wouldn't mind, but they just dumped another client on me, and they're depending on me to help with a third client as well, so I'm already swamped.
I like being useful though. And I like having someone in the office, though I feel kinda embarrassed and constricted because I like to play music while I work, but it's usually techno or rock or something and I don't think I project that image at all to my co-workers.
On a new note: It's been GREAT for my sleeping. I am *always* tired nowadays, and my insomnia is nearly gone. I get so tired I get dizzy though. And I'm sleeping about 8 hours a night. So it's impressive that it tires me out that much. At first it gave me headaches and made my butt hurt a lot, but I did get used to that stuff really quickly, like they said I would. I also had to take a 15 minute break, and only took about 5 minutes to eat, so I started walking up and down some stairs outside to work out the kinks in my legs during my lunch. But now I use my break to take Hubby to work and come back with the car because his new location is like 5-10 minutes from my job. I felt really bad dropping him off 6+ hours early for work, so I was relieved when this became the new norm.
Aaaaand it's nearing my bedtime and I still need a shower, so I'm going to sign off. Good night!
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