Thank God Almightey, I'm Free At Last!!!!!!...

People! I finished my final night at the second job. Pause for Cheers...I went out with some balloons and some little picture frames from some of the girls. I pretty much keep to myself but apparently they liked me enough to miss me. We were all in the same boat. Two jobs. Yes, since January 10th 2005, with a brief 4 month break while I was engaged to that nimrod, I have been working two jobs. 60 hours a week. Or, for the 7 months I worked at the police station, 56 hours, and 7 days.

I hardly know what I'm going to do with my new found freedom! First and foremost, I am getting my house back in order the first week, and resuming my 5 day workouts. Weee!

Today in the supervisory world (ya like that?) I damn near had a meltdown. My other secretary was out, so it was me, and the new girl. New girl can answer the phones. Other than that she's still training on any real work, hindering me from doing my own job. Which as it turns out, is to be a secretary to all the VP's, plus a supervisor. I don't get the luxury of merely delegating shit, and running reports and making decisions...seeing how we are short two secretaries, 3 if you factor in a new person.

It's month end, and there I was in all my glory downloading all these massive reports, and manipulating them, feeling quite proud that I'm actually doing this shit on my own with notes, and my stellar computer skills. And then it happened...the notes ended. I mean, just stopped. "And now you do this......." What?

Imagine you are in charge of the birthday cake, and you have all the ingredients mixed up and ready to go into the oven but someone neglected to tell you what temperature to set it at. Sure, you can figure it out on your own with trial and error cus your a pretty good baker, but the party is like, right now, and people want their fucking cake!

That was me. The person who gave me the recipe assured me I was intelligent enough to follow the recipe and make the cake properly, and since I had one half-assed week to train with the baker, um, someone never had a dry run on cake baking. *cough* me *cough*

Everything we do for our VP's is based on our month end numbers, of which there is billions upon billions. I'm missing three key factors in the grand scheme of numbers, so that is what I'm doing tomorrow. Figuring out how to get it to work, because no one else has ever done it, and they are due. I mean...the entire company relies on them. The multi billion dollar company I work for. Stress? Ha! I laugh in the face of stress! Add to that my temporary boss went home sick, the other Mgr in the dept went to the Dr., and we have stores calling in with no power, and ice storms, wanting to close. I'm not authorized to close stores yet. I can't tell you how much I didn't want to go to the second job tonight.

Plus, I'm running freaking copies for a manager who is doing a class. Had I known it would take hours to do, I would've told him to eat shit, because I can. But, no, I'm still learning how to say no. Lemme tell you I'm gonna learn that real fast.

I dunno if I mentioned, but that business about my being able to hire a replacement for myself? Not happening. Um, can you say hiring freeze? Fucking economy. Blows. Dick.

In happy news, I went to my Momma's new house last night with the man, and it's way nice! I love it! My cute boyfriend fixed her sticking toilet handle, and hooked up my DVD player for her to borrow. Have I mentioned how much I find handy men super hot? I am so use to lazy ass deadbeats, who never worked, watch me work two jobs, clean the house, and ask me to cook dinner. Seriously, I hit the jackpot with this one! I think it takes that sorta thing to appreciate a real man when you find one. I'm still devising a plan to build the perfect closet to lock him in...I'll let you know how that's going later.