Tuesday, November 29, 2005

NEW JOB, NO JOB

WELL, I MAY NOT HAVE A NEW JOB NOW.  THE TEMP SERVICE I AM SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING FOR IS SAYING THEY MAY NOT PAY ME FOR THE DAY I WORKED, EVEN THOUGH THE AGENCY I WAS WORKING FOR WANTED ME TO STAY AND START TRAINING.  I LOST MONEY ON GAS THAT DAY IF I DON'T GET PAID.  I PUT IN A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT AND AM IN THE SYSTEM AS A PART TIME TEMP. 

THE GOOD NEWS IS, I GOT TO SLEEP IN TODAY, SORTA.  I TOOK MY ROOMIE'S 5 YR OLD TO SCHOOL, THEN CAME BACK AND TRIED TO CALL MY NEW JOB TO TELL THEM I COULDN'T COME BACK TILL NEXT MONDAY, AND THEN TRIED TO FALL BACK TO SLEEP.  FINALLY, SLUMBER CAME TO ME.

SO, NOW I DON'T HAVE A JOB FOR THIS WEEK.........I GUESS I COULD CALL MY OLD JOB AND THE GENERAL MANAGER WOULD BE THRILLED TO HAVE ME WORK A FEW DAYS.  I MIGHT DO THAT.  I NEED THE MONEY.  I HAVEN'T SOLD ANY OF MY JEWELRY LATELY, NOR ANY OF THE SCARVES I CROCHETED.  (HINT HINT: IF ANYONE WANTS TO BUY SOMETHING, LET ME KNOW BY EMAIL, OK??)  RUH ROH, DOES THAT CONSTITUTE AS ADVERTISING?  SHOULD I PUT A FLASHING BANNER AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE????  OK OK, YA'LL STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME, LOL.

HOPE EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A GREAT DAY AND IS LOOKING FORWARD TO A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS SEASON.

Monday, November 28, 2005

NEW DATA ENTRY JOB

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  MY BRAIN IS FRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NO WONDER MOST PEOPLE WON'T HIRE OLDER PEOPLE..............THEIR BRAINS ARE MUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I STARTED MY NEW JOB TODAY..............AND I AM SO MENTALLY DRAINED.........I AM ENTERING DATA FROM ACTUAL TICKETS WRITTEN OUT IN THE FIELD BY OUR POLICE OFFICERS.  IT IS LIKE TRYING TO READ A DOCTOR'S PRESCRIPTION...........OR MAYBE EVEN WORSE..............

AND I NEVER REALIZED THERE WOULD BE SO MANY NUMBERS TO TYPE..........AND I NEVER LEARNED MY NUMBERS.........WELL, WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE KEYS.  SO I AM JUST ABOUT LOONEY TUNES...........(MICHAEL AND COLLEEN, STOP LAUGHING AND SAYING I WAS ALREADY THAT WAY, LOL)

I LEARNED ONE KIND OF FORM TODAY AND JUST ABOUT HAD IT DOWN PAT.  THEN WHEN I FINISHED THOSE, I GOT TO START ANOTHER STACK, AND THEY ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT. 

TO TOP IT OFF, IT WAS FOGGY AND DARK ON THE WAY OUT THERE THIS AM, AND THEN RAINY ON THE WAY HOME.  SO I WAS ALREADY TENSE WHEN I GOT THERE..............MY SHOULDERS HURT FROM TRYING TO DECIPHER THE WRITING AND FIND THE NUMBER KEYS..................

BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING.........REALLY I AM NOT..........I WILL GET BETTER.  I HAVE 3 MONTHS TO REACH TOP SPEED (HAHAHAHA) AND IF I DON'T, THEN I HAVE TO QUIT THAT JOB.......

I HAD TO STOP AT MY OLD JOB ON THE WAY HOME BECAUSE THE NEW JOB IS SO FAR AWAY AND IT WAS RAINING, SO I HAD TO STOP AND TAKE A PIT STOP...............I KNEW THE BATHROOMS WERE CLEANER THAN MOST PUBLIC ONES.

NOW I AM HERE AT THE LIBRARY PRACTICING MY NUMBERS.......

1 2 3 4 5 ETC.....................................

ON A MORE SOMBRE NOTE.............

I THINK OF MYSELF AS A VERY LOVING AND COMPASSIONATE PERSON........ONE WHO DOES NOT HURT OTHERS INTENTIONALLY.  I HAVE A BEST FRIEND OF 30+ YEARS WHO LIVES NEAR ME, AND ACROSS THE STREET FROM HER IS AN OLDER WOMAN WHO I HAVE KNOWN FOR SEVERAL YEARS, WHO JUST LOST HER HUSBAND A MONTH OR SO AGO.  I THOUGHT SHE NEEDED SOMETHING TO MAKE HER LAUGH, SO I SENT BOTH OF THEM MY THANKSGIVING STORY..............AFTER ALL, LAUGHING AT ME SEEMS TO BE A NATIONAL PASSTIME...........HEE HEE...........

WELL, I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM THE OLDER LADY, TELLING ME I SENT HER THAT EMAIL JUST TO HURT HER.  THE LAST LINE DOES SAY "HUSBAND" IN IT, BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN SIGNIFICANT OTHER, MATE, FRIEND,  SON, DAUGHTER.................I JUST CHOSE THE WORD HUSBAND BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE OUT THERE CAN RELATE, SINCE THEY ARE MARRIED...........

SO..................THAT BEING SAID, I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO ANYONE OUT THERE WHO READ MY THANKSGIVING STORY AND WAS HURT IN SOME WAY.  THAT WAS NOT MY INTENTION AT ALL.  I JUST KNEW IT WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH BETTER IF MICHAEL HAD TAKEN ME OUT INSTEAD OF ME TRYING TO BURN ME AND THE HOUSE DOWN.  ANYONE WHO HAS LOST SOMEONE AND FELT I WAS IN SOME WAY TRYING TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUND, THAT WAS NOT WHAT I INTENDED.  SO, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

AND TO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO HAVE LOST SOMEONE RECENTLY, AND THE HOLIDAYS SEEM BLEAK WITHOUT THEM, MY HEART GOES OUT TO YOU................I LOST MY MOTHER 9 DAYS AFTER MY 19TH BIRTHDAY AND A DAY BEFORE HER 63 BIRTHDAY, AND I STILL SOMETIMES FEEL THE PAIN.  BUT LIFE DOES GO ON FOR THOSE OF US LEFT BEHIND...............AND SOMETIMES A LITTLE LAUGHTER AT SOMEONE ELSE MAKES THAT LIFE A LITTLE BRIGHTER..............

MAY ALL OF YOU BE BLESSED......................

 

Sunday, November 27, 2005

MY BELOVED SLEEPS

i awaken, and look over in the faint light to see his hair laying gently across the pillow    

i see his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breathing    

 i want to touch his cheek, caress his brow, but dare not, so as not to waken him    

he is my prince, my knight, my soulmate    

he knows not my thoughts as i gaze at him in the soft light filtering through the window    

 he cannot feel the love i have for him as he sleeps, ever so sweetly    

it is enough just to watch him sleep, to know he is there, beside me    

light of day will bring it's own joys and pleasures, but for now...............    

i will watch him sleep, and love him all the while.................

Saturday, November 26, 2005

RETAIL

i am glad today is over.......my feet hurt so badly (michael, that is your cue to rub my feet honey) and my eyes and head ache as well.  i am still angry over the way certain co-workers acted tonight. 

but there is one redeeming point..........my current full time job, working as a sales associate/cashier/dept. manager as of today became my part time job.  monday, hopefully, i start my new job as a data entry clerk for a local county court system.  almost double the pay per hour as my old job, and a full 40 hours a week, as opposed to 18-25 hours a week on the old job.

i will still be working weekends at the craft store, but i have to admit, i will not miss them during the week............

i have ranted about working retail before here in this journal.  dornbrau (as well as many other j-land readers) know what i am talking about.  there are the wild and destructive kids, the inconsiderate and rude adults, and the teenagers who are totally disrespectful.  it is time for me to have a dull quiet uneventful job.

i actually prayed for God to let me have a dull data entry job, so see, He does answer prayer, so be careful what you ask for.

i know i will probably have to start wearing a "wide load" sign on my behind from sitting 40 hours a week, but at least my feet won't hurt so badly.

i must admit, though, that i will miss most of my regular customers.  they usually make my days and nights much brighter and happier.  i told them all to come see me on the weekends, when i will still be there putting up with the public's garbage.

just a reminder to all of you out there in the world that have never worked retail...........treat the cashiers and sales people as you would like to be treated (unless you are a sadist) and remember they have to work long, hard hours, with little pay, and put up with alot of bullhockey from people.

 

THANKSGIVING EXCITEMENT

Once upon a time there was this lady, who thought having a nice oven roasted chicken with homemade mashed potatoes and fresh English peas would make for a tasty and simple thanksgiving dinner.  a nice treat for two without all the hassle.    

 

she began her meal by putting the chicken in the oven (which, by the way, is a gas appliance, this being important in this story) with lots of nice seasonings, and covering it with foil.    

 

after about an hour, she decided it was time to check on the chicken and start the rest of the meal.  she pulled the bird out of the oven, removed the foil, and voila, a beautifully roasted chicken. 

 

but since she liked her chicken more golden brown, she decided to put it back into the oven for a few more minutes, uncovered.     

 

as she started the descent from the stovetop to the oven rack, the bird chose to slide sideways, causing her to lose control of the pan, and suddenly all the succulent juices sloshed out onto the oven floor.........................    

 

of course, one's first impulse is to grab the bird.........which she did......but just as she leaned into the oven to do so, there was a loud whoosh and a huge fireball erupted from the oven......    

 

the smell of singed hair is not pleasant............    

 

after insuring the fire was out, and there was no immediate danger, the woman went to the bathroom to check the status of her face and hair...........the skin was fine, but there wasn't a single bit of facial fuzz on her face.........the hair on her forehead at the hairline, and the temples was gone and/or singed.  she also got a singed trim on the length of the sides.  her eyelashes were fused and there was a distinct singed odor coming from her nasal hairs.  but upon closer scrutiny in the mirror, the lady noticed her eyebrows were perfectly shaped....... something she had been unable to do on her own...........miracles never cease!!!!!!!!!!!!    

 

she stuck her now rancid singed head into the shower and tried to wash away the stench.  it didn't work...............      

so she returned to the kitchen to assess the damage.............and was greeted by a house full of smoke, at which she opened every door and window and turned on every fan in the house.  the smoke started swirling about her like misty fog from a horror movie.  the air was full of the smell of horribly burned chicken grease...........     she noticed she had not turned off the oven, but that the flame was out.  she tried to turn on the stovetop burners, but they refused to light.  she grabbed the grill lighter and attempted to light the pilot light............nothing............    

 

suddenly, panic struck.............there had to be gas leaking from the unlit pilots, and she had to do something quickly..............so she grabbed a flashlight and began her search for the main pilot.  nothing...............she tried to regroup her thoughts, but she couldn't, and panicked again, calling the only person she knew of that could stabilize her right now......... who just happened to not be with her at that moment.........fortunately, he answered his cell phone............    

 

he told her to first, calm down, then make sure the oven and stove were turned off, check for the smell of gas, and then call the gas company.................    

 

well, no one answers a phone at any company on thanksgiving day...........not even the gas leak emergency hotline.............they are too busy stuffing their face with a stuffed turkey.  but she finally reached them and they told her she would have to call a licensed plumber.........    

 

ok, this poor lady is already beside herself with panic, is singed and hairless, and is about to run out the door screaming..............and they tell her to call a plumber..........well, she lost it, becoming hysterical, laughing so hard she couldn't see for the tears...............    

 

after composing herself, she calls her beloved back and tells him the story...........he laughs too, but is more concerned that his lady may still be in danger...........so he starts offering suggestions on what to do about the pilot light.............    

 

after much discussion and no real solution, the lady decides to try turning on the stove again,and voila...........it lights............it was only wet with the chicken grease and juices and wouldn't light.............and, it has an electronic ignition, meaning it was safe all along..............    

 

i can only surmise that this poor lady would offer only one bit of advice after experiencing this unforgettable thanksgiving..................  

 

HAVE YOUR HUSBAND TAKE YOU OUT FOR THANKSGIVING DINNER! ! ! ! !  

Saturday, November 19, 2005

NEW JOB

JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW.........I HAVE A NEW JOB.........DATA ENTRY, 5 DAYS A WEEK, MORE MOOOOOLAH PER HOUR.........YIPPEEEE!!  IT IS ONLY FOR A FEW MONTHS, BUT WHAT THE HEY...........IT IS MORE MONEY FOR MY FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

 

 

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

DEDICATION TO MICHAEL

my happiness..........  

 

his scent
floats to me on the slightest breeze
 

 

his touch
reaches me deep within my dreams
 

 

his voice 
echoes softly inside my head
 

 

his eyes
hold my soul gently
 

 

his lips
caress mine as time stands still
 

 

his love
encompasses my entire being
  

 

he is my happiness.........  

Thursday, November 3, 2005

BEING HAPPY

JUST A FEW WORDS IN THIS ENTRY.........BUT THEY SAY IT ALL................................................

 

AIN'T LOVE GRAND?!

I LOVE YOU MICHAEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1