Sunday, July 27, 2008

He came in from work, tired, frustrated, and, in a huff, he tossed it down.  In his haste to gain nourishment from supper, he trod over it, leaving marks upon it.  Upon his retiring for the evening, it lay there, alone, forgotten.  The cold air of morning brought it back to mind.  It was needed once again.  The day wore on, and once again, it took the back seat.  When he needed comfort, he drew it to him for warmth.  But once the TV came on, it was again cast aside, not needed, nor wanted.

 

Was this an old jacket or coat belonging to this man?  Or a warm, thick shirt? 

 

No.  Can you guess what is so often cast aside until needed once again?

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A FRIEND.

 

(hug someone close to you today)

(a short-short by Regina)

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

GARFIELD'S STANCE ON THE OIL CRISIS

Garfield On The Oil Crisis
 
A lot of folks can't understand how we came
to have an oil shortage here in our country.
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Well, there's a very simple answer.
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Nobody bothered to check the oil.
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We just didn't know we were getting low.
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The reason for that is purely geographical.
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Our OIL is located in
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ALASKA
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California
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Coastal Florida
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Coastal Louisiana
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Kansas
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Oklahoma
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Pennsylvania
and
Texas
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Our
DIPSTICKS
are located in
Washington , DC!!!
 
Any Questions???
NO? Didn't think So.
 

Saturday, July 19, 2008

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

a volunteer at work sent me this link..........i had to share.  i realize a lot of my readers are from other countries, but it still makes a tear come to your eye to see such patriotism.

the singers in the following video are children and teens......and they are all from a public school.  the pictures that the producer has added to the video are truly inspirational as well.  so turn up your speakers and be prepared to stand and pay homage to both your country, and your Lord.

enjoy...........

www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Battle%20Hymn/HTMLex.htm

 

WHY ARE PEOPLE SO CRUEL?

i know you are all probably tired of my complaining about work.  but it never ceases to amaze me how people can proclaim to be Christian and say and do the things they do.  i am a sinner like everyone else.  but i would never say something to anyone, a friend or enemy,  that was of a personal nature and would hurt them. 

today was one of those days at work.  of course, saturdays are tough for us anyway, but today the employees made it even tougher.

one of my favorite community service worker women was there today.  she is good at her work and takes her "job" seriously.  she came in and immediately started fussing about how all the clothes were in the wrong place.  i told her we had had 2 new girls working yesterday and they didn't really know what they were doing. 

i went to the back looking for one of my co-workers when i noticed that this aforementioned woman was almost in tears and was muttering to herself.  i asked her if she was talking to me and she turned to me and started to tell me what had just happened and burst into tears.  i hugged her and told her to come back to the break room and sit down with me and tell me what happened. 

i am going to call this community service woman "R".  "R" has a tic........sorta like people with turrets syndrome have.  she jerks her head back and does her mouth funny like she is going to suck a lemon or something sour.  i never asked her why she does this, mainly because it isn't any of my business.  lots of people have tics, but it is their personality that i look for.  i found out today that "R" also has seizures, so that explains the tics.  today, the co-worker who said i fell out of my chair because i was so big, demanded from "R" why she did that silly thing with face and jerked around so much.  of course, it hurt "R's" feelings and she just said it was something she couldn't help.   but she went back over to her clothes rack and started hanging clothes again, quietly crying inside.  i don't  know the extent of what was said, but i am assuming it was also the manner in which it was said.  this co-worker, who claims to be a devout Christian, has a way of asking things in such a manner that it makes you feel belittled. 

after i got "R" to sit down and cry and get herself calmed back down and let her talk it out, she felt much better.

later this afternoon 2 of our volunteers who are married, brought hot dogs and hot dog chili sauce, homemade, for everyone to eat.  the young girl who relieves me when i go on break came up and asked me if i wanted to go and eat with the group and she would relieve me.  i told her it was really a little early for me to go to lunch, so for her to go and eat and just not clock out and take a 20 minute break and when she finished eating she could come back up and relieve me, and not take her lunch hour right then.  she agreed.  well 30 minutes later she hadn't returned.  i asked the aforementioned co-worker, who i will call Mag, where the girl was and she proclaimed she was taking her lunch.  i told her that she wasn't supposed to take a lunch, just go and eat and come back to relieve me.  Mag didn't like that comment and said not to question her, that the girl had gone on her lunch break.  about that time i was placing a thin glass floating candle bowl over-filled with pebbles, sand, crystals and marbles, into a customer's bag when the bowl snapped and broke off in my hand, piercing the palm of my right hand with a shard of glass.  when it started to hurt, the pain was horrible.  then the blood started and it wouldn't stop.  i looked up at Mag and told her i had to go to the back, i had cut myself on a broken bowl.  SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE ME!!!!  she must have thought i was using it as an excuse to get to take my lunch break.  she came over and said SHOW IT TO HER!!  of course, i had wiped it clean of blood and when she glanced at it, there was no blood surfacing yet, and it didn't look that bad, but it WAS deep.  i went to the back and told the young girl i had to get myself cleaned up and needed her up front to cover for me.

"R" helped clean up the broken glass and then came to the back to see how i was.  i got one of the volunteers to help me tape a bandage on my hand to keep it from bleeding and from getting dirty.  then "R" and i ate lunch together.

later in the day my hand started throbbing and i noticed the bandage was slipping off.  i told "R" to watch the front while i went to get someone to come to the register while i rebandaged my hand.  it was then that Mag made a comment to me that really set me off.  she laughed and said something like "if you had REALLY been hurt bad, we would have had to rush you to the hospital.  that is one big bandage for such a small nick."  i told her i didn't appreciate her belittling my injury and that i knew how deep it was and how serious it was and it wasn't up to her to declare if i were in pain or injured or not.  she showed me a little nick on her hand and said what i showed her was no more than what happened to her hand and all i needed to do was put a Band-Aid on it.  grrrrrrrrrrr.  i told her a Band-Aid wouldn't stick without putting surgical  tape over it.  so i rebandaged my hand and it felt much better.

i just don't understand why people feel they have to do things like that.  i have to admit, i am definitely a wuss when it comes to pain,  but it is MY pain, MY injury and i have the right to react how i want to.  i mean i could have told them i was leaving and going to the clinic that we go to for emergencies and made the store pay for stitches, but i didn't do that. 

anywho, when i got home i removed the bandage, redoctored the wound and discovered there was still a small sliver of glass in the wound.  that was why it hurt so badly and wouldn't stop bleeding.  it is much better now, and i have it taped over so that it will heal.

i am not sure how well the video i put in my last entry will show up, so i am going to try to include a picture of gray showing how emaciated she has gotten.  i have been putting out food but don't know if gray has been eating it or some of the other wild bunch.

yesterday during work i was able to get 2 of the community service guys to take my loveseat and dining table to my house and up my steps and into my apartment.  they aren't where i want them placed, but at least they are IN MY APARTMENT.  now they cannot complain at work about MY stuff clogging up the entry way. 

i am going to try to add the pic or pics of gray now.  keep your fingers crossed, lol.

i had to enclude this link.  if you are a georgia redneck, you will truly enjoy this.  if you are NOT a georgia redneck, you will not understand it, but you will still enjoy it, lol.

http://www.gwinnettdailypost.com/main.asp?SectionID=6&SubSectionID=84&ArticleID=16944

and while we are speaking of rednecks................

i don't think this entry even needs a kittycaption, lol.

 

THIS IS THE KITTY VIDEO I PROMISED

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

HOPEFULLY A VIDEO

Most of you that have been with me for a while know that I have wild outdoor kitties that I try to feed and water.  It was much easier when I had the 2 cases of hot dogs in my freezer.  But now that things are harder to come by to feed them, there are numerous others, mostly babies of the “babies” that I helped raise over the last couple of years.

 

One of those kitties that has been most faithful is Gray.  She is the one who looks like a Siamese, only her tips are gray instead of brown.  She used to be really silky and beautiful.  She has been coming around more often lately, and is so emaciated.  I have shot a short video that I am going to try to add to this entry.  I forgot that my voice would show up on the computer version, so please forgive my stupid voice if the video goes through.  Gray is still an elegant lady, but just so very thin.  I told one of the ladies I work with about her, and even showed her the video on my camera, and she said she would buy her a bag of cat food.  How sweet is that?  She doesn’t even have a cat.  Not sure she even likes them other than they are God’s creatures.

 

I haven’t had any more of the panic attacks,so hopefully I will get my meds soon and I won’t have to worry about that anymore.  I was off on Saturday and Sunday, worked Monday, off Tuesday, and worked today (Wednesday) and there were no episodes with the customers or even the co-workers.  Oh, well, there was one thing.  I went out to sit with the community service workers while I was on my break, and the chair I was sitting in was already broken, but I didn’t know it.  It was an office chair, and when I leaned back, it fell to the right and almost threw me out of it.  I had one of the guys grab my hand to steady me so that I could get up.  A little while later, the very same lady who offered to buy the cat food was sitting out there in the same chair, and I told her to be careful, it would throw her out.  She made a comment that really hurt my feelings and I felt it was rude and uncalled for.  She said the reason I fell out of the chair was because I was so big.  I am an ample woman, but one of the community service workers, Neshia, who weighs 90 lbs. soaking wet, ALSO fell out of the chair.  So……………….

 

The same lady made a comment once about my relationship with Michael.  I was showing her his picture and she said “Why on earth is HE with YOU?!”  I guess skinny people don’t realize how badly they hurt those of us that are more on the hefty side.  I must admit, she is the perfect size.  But even if she weren’t, I would never say anything nasty like that to her or about her.  I just don’t understand people.  Especially when they profess to be Christians.

 

The young cashier that is actually the “head” cashier had a taste of what I go through today and she didn’t like it.  She and I get along really well, mostly because we have a more honest relationship.  If we have something to say to each other, we do so, getting it out in the open and over with.  In fact she often says she hates working when I am not there.  Anywho……….today, the afore mentioned co-worker who offered to buy the cat food had told her she would buy her lunch today since the younger girl had given her some money for lunch earlier in the week.  I was at lunch myself and returned to find EVERYONE except the young cashier out under the tree eating their lunch.  I knew she couldn’t go to lunch until I returned, so when I went back up there to relieve her, she was mad as a hatter.  She was fussing and cussing under her breath.  I asked what was wrong and she was so mad, she couldn’t even get the words out.  Evidently the “nice” lady was going to buy lunch for herself and 2 others.  So there should have been 3 subway sandwiches, 3 bags of chips, and 3 drinks.  There were 3 employees sitting out under the tree at the picnic table and all 3 were eating and drinking subway items.  So the young girl thought that the “nice” lady had given her lunch to one of the other co-workers.  I told her not to go out there cussing and accusing, just go tell her that I was back from lunch and she was ready for her sandwich, chips and drink.  She went out there and was told that the only thing that the other lady took that was hers was her drink.  The young girl was still angry because she didn’t have anything to drink.  She found some drinks in the Director’s mini fridge, so she was ok.  But she was still angry the rest of the afternoon about the way they treated her.  I told her that was the way they did me all the time, but I was sorry it happened to her as well.

 

I am going to try to add my video and save this entry while I have Internet access.  I am off tomorrow, so am glad I have access tonight so I can catch up on reading emails, answering them, reading journals and commenting in them.

 

I may be back to add another entry later if I can.  If there is nothing after this sentence, the video wouldn’t take. 

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

HUGS

{{ INDIGO---PAULA---LISA---NELISHIA---SYBIL---JEANNETTE }}

Thanks girls for sticking with me, and giving good advice and hugs.  You don't know how much it means to me.  I sit here so often staring at this screen, wondering who is typing to me and to whom I am typing.  I feel I have seen your hearts on “this here contraption”.  And those hearts are made of gold.  Thank you again.

I was off today........as per my schedule.  It was a much better day.  I only had one minor panicky feeling shortly after I got up.  I decided to go grocery shopping, and though I didn't find the deals I had hoped for, I did enjoy the trip and did get a fairly good deal on some skinless, boneless chicken breasts.  Speaking of deals, whether I have mentioned it before or not, I had to tell you about my filet mignon.  I am not a fancy eater.  But I love good grade steak.  I cannot afford it unless it is on sale.  Well, I found a 2-pack filet mignon, original price near $16.  They had been marked down to $8.50 so I felt I had to have them.  I haven't had filet mignon since I was in my 20's, and that was 30 years ago.  I didn't wrap them in bacon, but cooked them slowly in Worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper.  Then I browned them on both sides as I reduced the liquid in the pan.  OMG!  I could use a butter knife to cut through them.  As thick as they were, I figured I would have a problem with them being tough.  Now I am hooked on filet mignon.  I hope I find them again at a good price.

You know I have to complain.........MY TOOTH HURTS!!!!  Ok, enough complaining.

I am going back to work tomorrow, and then will work on Friday as well, but I think I am ready to return now without any problems.  My commenters think maybe my panic attacks are due to the goings-on at work.  That might be true.  But if I had had my Zoloft, I don't think that the events I have been going through would have bothered me.  I still don't have my Zoloft, but like I said, I don't feel those feelings when I get up like I did those 2 days.  So hopefully, I am on the mend, and when I get my Zoloft, I will never run out again, lol.

My cat has enjoyed having me around these last 2 days.  She loves sleeping with me, and since that is almost all I have done, she has had plenty of catnap time.  I have to admit, if she weren't with me, I wouldn't be able to face most of my days.  There is something to be said about being able to soothe one's soul by loving on and petting an animal.  She is my little fluff-angel.  (For some reason she's never liked Michael)

Well, it is TV time for me.  I have to make sure the programs from 8 pm till 11 pm get watched, lol.  I hope to be back later on to catch up on today's journal entries. 

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

NO WORKY, NO MONEY

I had a good night, sleeping well, but dreaming a lot.  When I awoke to my alarm, I felt pretty good and got up, started doing my routine before going to work.

 

As I was eating my breakfast, I started having those panicky feelings again and the tight rubber band was around my forehead again.  I tried to work through it and see if I could go to work, since I need to work to pay bills.

 

About 30 minutes after I got up, I found myself standing in the middle of the floor trying to figure out why I was standing in the middle of the floor.  I figured I didn’t need to drive to work, or work under those conditions.  I don’t live but a little over a mile from work, but most accidents happen within a close proximity to home.

 

I called my boss on his cell phone, as today is intake day at work and I knew the phones would be tied up till at least noon.  I explained I wasn’t able to function properly and wasn’t going to come in today.  He didn’tsound happy, but told me he hoped I got to feeling better.

 

I went back to bed and that is where I spent most of my day.  I washed a few dishes, made some lunch, watched some TV and inevitably ended up back in the bed.  I dreamed some really crazy dreams while asleep.  Most of them ended in some form of panicky situation, and when I awoke from them, I would be in the midst of a mild panic attack. 

 

I called to see if I could get a few of my Zoloft to last me till the ones from the manufacturer came, and they told me no.  So I guess I will just suffer till I get my meds.

 

I had a bad toothache all day as well.  A small chip came off one corner the other night, and it has been threatening to really hurt for several days.  It managed to live up to its threat today.  I didn’t have Orajel, so just took a few Motrin and climbed back into the bed till it eased and I went on off to sleep.

 

It was really hot outside today.  Not sure how hot, since I can’t seem to get my Weatherpixie to show up, but it got hot in my bedroom which has 5 fans and 2 air conditioners going all the time.  My share of the electric bill this past month was $90, but to have cold air in my room is well worth the money. 

 

I have tried to get online all day, and just when I do, the signal dies.  I will be glad when I get that booster box.  I might be able to keep up with everyone’s journal then.  I did get to read several and even commented in several, but then my signal started fading and it wouldn’t let me do anything but read the journals.

 

I want to start back to writing again, but can’t seem to get into the swing of things.  I write my best when depressed, but I can’t even stay awake  long enough to get depressed, lol.

 

I read that 2 j-landers passed away recently.  My heart and prayers go out to their families.  I never read either of their journals, but after finding out about them, I have gone back and started reading.  Both were elderly and living in an assisted living home.  Their names are Chuck and Annie, and they didn’t live in the same facility.  I hope they are journaling up there in Heaven.

 

Well, I had promised myself to be in bed by 11 pm and here it is 4 minutes after. 

 

 

 

GOODNIGHT

 

 

Monday, July 7, 2008

PANIC IS NOT FUNNY

My last entry was actually about Saturday’s happenings.  So I guess I need to try to put in something about my day today.

 

Sunday I awoke from a dream about being claustrophobic and awoke in the midst of a big panic attack.  I couldn’t breathe, and felt like I had a huge too-small rubber band around my forehead.  This is the same thing that happened to me while I lived with the wicked witch in Hampton.  Only that time, being the first time it ever happened, I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance on oxygen and dumped in the waiting area of Henry General Hospital for many hours, while every single person in the emergency room was seen except me.  Once I did get in to see a doctor (I use the term loosely), he more or less talked to me in a condescending way, saying that I was really only there to be medicated and there was really nothing he could do for me.  I later found out I had a severe upper and lower sinus infection which was causing me to have problems with my brain signals, and severe panic attacks ensued. 

 

Having been though this back then, and then once when I first moved into my current apartment, I knew sort of what was going on.  I had a severe sinus infection and for some reason it coincides with my being “overfull” from eating.  Between the 2, I feel like my lungs are being pushed against, and I cannot get enough oxygen into them.  When this feeling was there upon my awakening, I immediately got up, dressed and headed to Ingles grocery store.  I felt better being there in the open space, knowing I could walk out any time I wanted.

 

When I came home, I was ok for some time, and then it struck again after I ate lunch.  I was afraid to eat anything else.  I cannot describe the feeling, but if you have ever had a severe panic attack, you know what I am talking about.

 

Another reason I am having these attacks is that I am out of my Zoloft, which is prescribed to me specifically for my panic attacks.  I get them from the manufacturer and having received them yet, so have been out of them for 4-5 days.

 

I thought I was ok when I awoke this am.  I got in the shower and got ready for work with no problems.  I ate some cantaloupe and yogurt and went off to work.

 

As soon as I started walking to the front I had another panic attack.  I also got the usual tingly feeling all over like I do when I am in for a dose of panic attacks.  I immediately warned all my co-workers that I was having these attacks, so if I suddenly walked out the front door and up the street, don’t follow me, I will probably be back later.  They all kept checking on me all morning, asking if I were ok, and needed to sit down or get something to eat or drink.  I keep a tall glass of ice water on my counter, so I didn’t need a drink.  And I was afraid to eat anything.  But when I took my break, I did go and get me something to eat…….a strawberry toaster strudel (we kept 2 cases there at the store for us to nibble on).

 

I was more or less ok as the morning and early afternoon moved on, but around 2:45 pm, after not having been able to take a lunch break, I started having several heart palpitations.  I knew then I was going to have to go home and lay down.  I need the money too bad to leave work, but I knew I was doomed.  So I went and told them I was going home and they strongly urged me to stay home, rest and don’t worry about coming back.  At 3 pm I was on my way home.

 

I ate a sandwich and drank a little buttermilk, and felt decent for a little while.  Then my heart started fluttering again.  I must have something wrong with my digestive tract as well as my sinuses.  I thought I wouldn’t fall apart till at least 60. 

 

One of my customers today noticed I wasn’t feeling well and asked if she could have prayer with me.  We did and I think that is why I got through most of my day.  I have some really great customers. 

 

I wanted to thank Aaron for leaving me a nice comment on my last entry.  I realize that all journalers often read a journal and don’t comment.  I guess it is nice to hear that sometimes.  Thanks to all who read, whether commenting or not.  I just feel that I whine so much that I am driving off my loyal readers and the few drive-by readers.  I am going to try to do better with my entries.  It is difficult to get my entries in.  A single entry takes about 8 hours total to put into my journal.  It takes me up to an hour or so to get online, then I have to type the entry, then I try to spellcheck and it gets hung up and I have to save the entry to Word and refresh the journal page, copy and paste back into the journal from Word and then add the picture all over again.  9 out of 10 times, the picture won’t upload.  And very often, if I don’t save to Word, I lose everything to aohell or my intermittent wifi and I am ready to scream…………

 

(Stepping back down from the soapbox)

 

I really need to be getting some things moved out of the storage unit and into the apartment, but either I don’t feel well, or it is raining.  I also need to get the sofa I bought out of the entryway at work.  I can’t wait to get it into our bedroom.  I also cannot wait till I get my comfy recliner into the den.  Sigh……….I wish I wish I wish.

 

Well, another entry eaten alive............sigh.  I will not retype the story I just added and didn't save on Word.

 

APPLICATIONS AND STRAWBERRY TOASTER STRUDEL

today at work there was a frightening incident.  i was talking with 2 customers, a husband and wife, who knew my boss personally and noticed our "ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS" sign.  the wife had previously talked with my boss and was told when a position came open, he would personally call her and let her know so that she could come on in and get all the paperwork filled out.  she and i were discussing the different aspects of the application and how she should complete it in order to get noticed and hired.  another male customer was standing behind them, asking one of our volunteers how much a tv was out in the front window, and since i was still talking to my customers,  he became agitated and wanted to know when i planned on stopping my conversation with them and wait on him.  i mentioned that that would be rude, and went back to talking to the original couple, and he started yelling at me, saying i was a real piece of work and that he was leaving and never coming back.  i told him that that was his prerogative and he yelled louder and said i was the rude one for not stopping my chit chat with other people and waiting on him.  most of the customers in the store were either friends or regular customers, and everyone gathered around, as if they were going to support me against the man.  as the man reached the doorway, several customers muttered he had a real problem, but the man i had been talking to with his wife said out loud "that man has a real problem".  the belligerent man turned at the doorway and said "and what are you going to do about it?" and my customer laid down his packages and started toward the man when his wife and i both told him it wasn't worth it, to please stop and he stopped walking toward the man and told him he was really lucky that the 2 of us had called him off.  i got on the phone and paged someone to the front, as i needed to get away from there, but while i was waiting for someone to come up, i burst into tears and the man who i had been talking to leaned over and patted me on the back and asked if i were ok.  i told him not really, and realized my heart seemed to have stopped.  i couldn't catch my breath for fear.  i am not used to any type of violence and when confronted with the possibility of something happening, i freak out.  i was afraid the man was going to come back in with a gun and shoot us all.  but when i looked up, almost everyone in the store was looking at me and pointing that he had gotten in his truck and left.  when someone came up from the back and saw that i was hysterical, they asked what happened, and when i told them, i was more or less chastised for even having any conversation with the man.  i was told i should have taken the key from the register and walked off to the back.  of course..........that was the first thing that came to my mind while i was hysterically trying to catch my breath.......NOT!!  my customers came up to me one by one after my 2 co-workers walked off and told me how wrong the co-workers were for doing that and asked if i were ok.  at least it is good to know that i DO have some people out there that have my back.  that idiot could still come back and cause some trouble.  i guess i just need to pray about it and turn it over to God.

something interesting (not frightening) also happened today.  i got a call from a dispatcher at a trucking company wanting to know if we would be willing to accept a load of pillsbury strawberry toaster strudel.  the store that it was shipped to had refused it for some reason, and they had 70 cases they needed to unload.  all they wanted was a receipt showing they had delivered the 70 cases for their records.  the truck driver just happens to live a couple of miles down the road and knew right where we were located.  one of my customers, who looks eerily like michael, helped the driver back the truck in and unload all 70 cases.  so i gave him 2 cases and gave him a big discount on his order.  we gave the strudel away in cases to whomever made a purchase.  there were a few who were mad because they couldn't get more than 2 cases.  when we ran out, a woman that is a regular customer, happened to go back to the kitchen to leave some snacks on the table for us and happened to see the boxes and wanted to know why she couldn't have one.  well, because all the boxes there were marked for someone who worked or volunteered there. 

i only brought home one case, which had 12 boxes of 6 strudels each.  so that is.....um... let me see.....oh, 72 strudels.  the woman who has given her notice piled 6 boxes in her van, and then suddenly felt ill and needed to go home.  (strudel needs refrigeration/freezing.   i am sure that had nothing to do with her needing to leave)

ok, enough about my stupid job..............it pays my bills, so i guess if i keep my mouth shut and my ears and eyes open, i will survive.

i guess with my infrequent and "angry" entries, i have lost a lot of my readers again.  i have been thinking lately that maybe it is time to just write in my private journal.  i don't get any feedback that way, but at least i don't put all my burdens on my readers.  i already have 2 private journals, as well as an offline journal, but i like to bounce my feelings, thoughts, ideas off others.  i am still thinking about it.  maybe if i do go private, i can start a different type of journal for public viewing. 

i have also wondered if anyone really wants me to continue my kittycaptions.  they are harder to come by due to my lack of wifi connection.  i guess i am just in a rut and am looking for a way out............any ideas??

well, i guess i better sign off and try to enter a kittycaption and save it all before the journal powers cease to allow me to be.

(i am sorry i didn't offer a "HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY" to anyone, but my computer wouldn't let me on until tonight........so for those of you who are here in the states and celebrate the fourth, i hope you had a good one)

Friday, July 4, 2008

THE HIGH HEEL

i went to my job this morning and picked up my paycheck, and while there i asked the boss if i could call a conference.  his attitude completely changed, as well as the countenance on his face.  he was bright and cheery when he first saw me, and then he looked like a beaten dog, almost frightened.

i asked him to call in the 2 people responsible for my fearing losing my job, and the woman who befriended me on the phone last night.  he said first he wanted to know the names of the 2 people involved, and which one said what and to whom.  i tried to stand my ground and make him realized i wasn't leaving until i had a meeting with all of those named.  he refused to call a meeting, but said he would sit down with me and discuss the matter and then if he felt there was a need to call in the others, he would.  i figured if that was what was going to happen, nothing would be accomplished.  he would tell me what i wanted to hear and then tell the others what they wanted to hear.  but after an hour in his office with the doors closed, i did feel better.

i specifically asked him if my job was in jeopardy.  he assured me it was not.  and he also said that since the woman who accused the other woman of saying she wanted me fired was going to be gone as of this coming saturday, there was no need stirring her up, just let her go and then he and i and the woman accused of wanting me fired would have a meeting saturday.  i agreed to this.  i probably made a big mistake, but what else could i do?

after i left his office i went out into the store and helped the lady i called for advice stock our new display cabinet and did a few other things, then left.

i got a few things accomplished today.  i paid my storage unit rental fee and went down to look at the smaller unit i am going to be moving into.  it isn't too far down from the one i am in now.  it looks sooooooo much smaller.  my current unit is 10' x 20' and the new one is 10'x 10'.  i think i can get everything in it that i don't want to take to my apartment right now.  i think i am leaving the fridge, my huge secretary, my small china cabinet, my piano, my curio cabinet, amanda's furniture, and taking the smaller pieces of furniture, my bed frame with headboard and footboard, and my washer and dryer, as well as the dolls and other miscellaneous items.

i bought a few groceries, went to the food pantry tonight and brought everything up to the apartment.  i didn't get any frozen foods, meats, etc. this time.  but they gave me 2 bags of cat food, so coatie will eat this month, lol.

i have been buying some furniture at the store where i work and if it is small enough, i have been bringing it home.  i have a nice love seat in the foyer of the store that they want out as soon as possible, as well as the dinnette table i bought.  i recently brought all the dinnette chairs home, 1 at a time.  and yesterday i brought my newest purchase home with me.  a new chair.  i am hoping to be able to put a picture of it in here...........

ok, ok, maybe it is a bit over the top.........but it is SOOOOOO comfy!  seriously!  and a real conversation piece.......even though the only ones i converse with are my daughter and my cat...........sigh.  there use to be a store a mile or so down the road that had unique furniture for halfway decent prices.  they also sublet to a couple of boutiques.  one of the boutiques had 2 really cool dressing rooms and each dressing room had one of these high heel chairs.  one was leopard print like mine, and the other was zebra print.  they were not for sale, but i said that if i ever saw one somewhere and it was affordable, i would get it.  i have sort of an animal room set up in my landing area between my 2 bedrooms.  i have a small giraffe print rug on the floor, stuffed animals everywhere, a large stuffed bear laying on the giraffe rug, and now, i have my leopard print shoe-chair.  my life is complete................lol.

i am getting sleepy but had good wifi coverage, so felt i needed toget this entry in if possible.  now i notice that the wifi signal is missing.......so i might not be so lucky after all...................

i haven't done a kittycaption lately, so if i can get one in here, i will do so.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

ANGER TIMES 2

A little girl asked her mother, 'Can I go  outside and play with the boys?'

Her mother replied, 'No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough.'

 

The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, 'If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?'

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I had to start with an icebreaker and I thought that one was a good example.

 

As you can tell by my title, I am not a happy camper.  For starters, on Tuesday night I had a good wifi connection so began writing in my journal about my day at work and the funny thing that happened with my cat when I got home.  It was a rather lengthy entry, rambling around like I usually do.  I had successfully added a picture and clicked “save” and voila……………something ate my entry.  I cannot say it was aohell, nor can I say it was my computer or the wifi signal, but SOMETHING ate my entry.  (I hope it choked on it!!!!!!!!!)  I decided to write this entry in a WORD document and save it to put in my journal when the internet powers that be will allow.

 

Secondly, I had a really bad day at work on Wednesday, but the problem is……..I didn’t even realize it was bad until much later in the day.

 

My day started out as usual, as I followed the same daily routine.  The only problem I saw was that the girl who usually relieves me on breaks hadn’t shown up for work yet, making her an hour late already when I got to work at 10 am (my scheduled time).  Most of the staff had gone out to eat on Tuesday night to celebrate the birthday of one of the volunteers.  Even the boss and his wife had come and we all had a truly fantastic time.  We all gave the guy a gag gift and we actually got his goat, which is really hard to do.  Two of the staff members were not in attendance, making it an even more enjoyable evening. 

 

If you have been following my stories of work, you will remember the woman who thinks she should be manager (and complained enough to get appointed supervisor over all the community service workers).  Well, another co-worker told me, as the store was closing for the day, that that woman had called our director outside as she was leaving to tell him that he was going to have to fire me………..me……….yep, ME!  The way the tale was told is like this………..

 

Woman says:  well, you are going to have to fire her.

Director says:  well if I do, I won’t have a cashier.

Woman says:  I will cashier until you can hire someone to fill the position.

 

Ok……….well, the co-worker who told me this has been known to, um, fabricate some things.  So, I don’t really know if she is fabricating this to stir up trouble (this co-worker has already turned in her 2 week notice, so she has nothing to lose in starting a rumor to stir things up), or if this is really true.

 

Earlier in the day there was an incident that occurred with the director’s wife that I didn’t even realize was an incident till later in the day.  I cannot go into it just in case someone finds and reads this journal.  But the boss’s wife thought I had done something on purpose to insult her and when she told me about it, first I was angry, then hurt, that she actually thought this had happened the way she perceived it.  I was on break so went out to my car to put some items in it and almost drove home.  Now that I think about it, I am glad I didn’t, because then it would be considered job abandonment. 

 

While I was angrily standing by my car deciding what to do, the boss’s wife came out and apologized to me and said she misunderstood what was said and I apologized for it even happening, and we hugged and she said that was the end of it, it would not be mentioned again.  So even though I was still shaken up over it, it was over as far as we both were concerned.

 

Then when the other co-worker told me what the “pushy” co-worker had said about firing me, I asked her what brought it all about, and she said it was because of what happened between the boss’s wife and myself.  First of all, how did this co-worker even know what had transpired??  The whole conversation between the boss’s wife and myself took place in the boss’s office with him and the assistant director present.  So how did anyone else even know about what happened unless someone was listening in.

 

I was so upset by the time I got home I was considering calling the boss on his cell phone.  Instead, I thought about calling the only co-worker I trust at her home.  I asked her to not say anything to anyone, but that I needed to vent and to ask advice.  She was livid.  She couldn’t believe that the boss’s wife even would talk to me that way, and she told me that I should have stood up to the boss’s wife and told her that she wasn’t my boss, or even a co-worker, thus she had no right to even confront me about it.  She said she thought I needed to go into the boss’s office on Thursday (I am off work, so that will be a good time to do this) and ask him to call in the woman who said I should be fired, and the one who told me what was said, as well as the friend I called at home as an objective outsider (and witness to what goes on in the meeting).  She said she would pretend she had not gotten previous knowledge of the incident and would listen to what was said and be objective, but would also stand by me in the whole thing.  So I have to face this on Thursday morning…….something I am not really good at………I usually try to avoid confrontations.  But this time my job may be on the line………even though I know it really isn’t because the boss just gave me a glowing review.

 

The friend I called at home said that the “pushy” woman had complained about me all last week for “doing my job”.  She said the woman said she was tired of hearing me call over the pager asking for guys to come help customers load their items (heavy items like furniture, as well as multiple packages).  Well hell………..she is the one who intimidated the boss into making her supervisor over the community service workers, so I HAVE to call on her instead of calling directly for the guys. 

 

I have a lighter story to tell…………

 

There is a new MONSTER in our home.  When I saw it at work I knew I HAD to take it home to “terrorize” my poor little kitty.  But it backfired on me.  She LOVES it.  She jumps on it, attacks it, flings it across the floor, lays on it, pads on it, tries to bury it in the carpet like it was poop in the litterbox, and then walks away like “mission accomplished”.  This is the new arrival at our house…………

 

 

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a real fur hat........