Draw upon all of your patience to deal with a friend who is feeling moody and slow today. Even if you are getting a bit fed up with her or his attitude, you have to be sympathetic. Imagine yourself in this pal's shoes for a few hours today. You'll soon see that if you had to deal with what this friend is dealing with, you'd be in a very similar type of mood. Bring more empathy back into your life -- it will help you understand.
*woa* This is dead on....I totally need to work on my empathy!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Ask, And Ye Shall Receive...
Remember back when I was complaining about how I had no compassion for people, and it was something I wanted to learn. And then I was even looking at tattoos about compassion. I guess I should've really thought about that before I put those words out into the world. Because that is just what I got, lot's of ways to learn compassion.
On one hand, I've got my brother who I just want to shake until his head is so rattled, he get's some sense. He really is so far down in his life right now, that I think coming back up seems impossible to him. I talked to him a few times about it, to no avail.
CP, on the other hand, is still the same old CP he has been since I met him. I mean, he has changed some aspects of his life, but he is still an addict. He got into some trouble for stealing, for drugs. He claims he "slipped up" thinking he could handle doing it again. I really have no pity for him whatsoever. He already got into trouble this past winter, for drugs, and so this time, he has to go to rehab for 90 days. There were signs, but I knew he was being tested each week so as usual I doubted myself. Everything I said was "off" was truely "off" because he was using drugs again. He would've been caught with the test eventually, it was only a matter of time.
Wednesday, I finally had a breakdown, and then a panic attack over all of this bullshit. It's only the second time I had one, and it doesn't get easier either. I'd spent the day trying to find some sort of short term disability, or financial help for my brother, because I can't afford to support him, my Mom and sister cant keep sending money. There is no help. If I have any advice for people in Ohio, get short term disability on your health insurance, because the state has no care for you unless you are 'disabled' at least a year. They actually asked me, if my brother could work sitting down. I said, um, probably, but he is attached to a machine sucking blood and puss out of his leg, and I don't think people would enjoy that. Then they said, well if he loses his job he can get unemployment then. Seriously? Encourage people not to work, and the sad thing is, he would be better off. He'd get FREE health care, and FREE money!
But.. you can run out and have 50 kids, and be in perfect health, but too fucking lazy to work, and the government will just hand you a check each month, and some food stamps. I'm seriously disgusted by this now. I never liked the idea, but, after dealing with this shit with my brother? Unbelievable.
This was all too much, I literally thought I was dying, my heart hurt, I couldn't breathe. Then, it all came out. I started driving in the car (my only privacy) and bawling to some Elton John song. But it didn't stop. I really needed it, because I've been holding it in for too long.
I have a lot to handle with my brother. He has a bunch of issues with his home that need fixed. he has no income while he is off work, he has no money period, no bank account. No sense of how to take care of himself at all. I remember being that way when I got divorced, I know it's scarey, but I told him that now, my independance is my biggest accomplishment. I did something I never thought I could do. I tried to encourage him to call his boss and save his job. If he gets let go, he loses his health insurance. But, he doesnt think about those things. So, I'm stuck worrying about it.
CP. I dunno what to say. In some ways, he is all I have in the way of help with my brother, in that he helps me clean the house, takes him places if I am busy, and of course, the financial part of it. Without his money every week, I'm not going to be able to afford to keep my brother with me. I mean, I can, but it will be tight, and I don't want to have to sacrifice for someone else when he wont even pick up a phone and call his boss to save his job. I'm working two jobs, worrying about CP and his drug problems, and my brother and his mental/health issues. I'm working two jobs to pay off my debt. I am so fucking sick of it. So. sick. Of it. I mean, I see no end in sight with my brother still at my place.
Maybe that is selfish. Maybe that's why he has to go away? Maybe my letting him stay with me, when his family disowned him is to show me that I am a good person? I have to learn to stand on my own again, not just financially. I think I have that part down pat. Maybe I work three jobs. Maybe I'll win the lottery? Maybe I'll believe people when they tell me I'm a good person for taking care of these two? Maybe I'll like taking care of my brother. Maybe I'll succeed in helping him, and it'll make me feel good, ala "My name is Earl" style. I know that I can see the problem with my brother, and relate in a way, because I had many of his issues when I got divorced.
The problem with CP? I take his problem way too personally, as usually happens when you are in a relationship with an addict. Even as a friend. I know I'm tired of being lied to. It seemed that everything he said was a lie. And, I mean...everything. I'm going to start to move on with my romantic life. Maybe not romantic, but I'm not closing myself off from other men. No matter how that makes CP feel. I'm tired of putting my life on hold. Just because he is stuck in the past, doesn't mean I'm going to be. He shouldn't have the luxury of me always being there. I plan to be a friend to him, and that's all it can be. I can't keep getting emotionally invested in this relationship. I have to be smarter than that. I've only dated alchoholics/drug addicts in my entire life, minus one guy. So, you would think I'd wise up by now.
Hello, universe? Ok, I get it. Stop with the avalanche of personal criseses now. I'm working on it.
On one hand, I've got my brother who I just want to shake until his head is so rattled, he get's some sense. He really is so far down in his life right now, that I think coming back up seems impossible to him. I talked to him a few times about it, to no avail.
CP, on the other hand, is still the same old CP he has been since I met him. I mean, he has changed some aspects of his life, but he is still an addict. He got into some trouble for stealing, for drugs. He claims he "slipped up" thinking he could handle doing it again. I really have no pity for him whatsoever. He already got into trouble this past winter, for drugs, and so this time, he has to go to rehab for 90 days. There were signs, but I knew he was being tested each week so as usual I doubted myself. Everything I said was "off" was truely "off" because he was using drugs again. He would've been caught with the test eventually, it was only a matter of time.
Wednesday, I finally had a breakdown, and then a panic attack over all of this bullshit. It's only the second time I had one, and it doesn't get easier either. I'd spent the day trying to find some sort of short term disability, or financial help for my brother, because I can't afford to support him, my Mom and sister cant keep sending money. There is no help. If I have any advice for people in Ohio, get short term disability on your health insurance, because the state has no care for you unless you are 'disabled' at least a year. They actually asked me, if my brother could work sitting down. I said, um, probably, but he is attached to a machine sucking blood and puss out of his leg, and I don't think people would enjoy that. Then they said, well if he loses his job he can get unemployment then. Seriously? Encourage people not to work, and the sad thing is, he would be better off. He'd get FREE health care, and FREE money!
But.. you can run out and have 50 kids, and be in perfect health, but too fucking lazy to work, and the government will just hand you a check each month, and some food stamps. I'm seriously disgusted by this now. I never liked the idea, but, after dealing with this shit with my brother? Unbelievable.
This was all too much, I literally thought I was dying, my heart hurt, I couldn't breathe. Then, it all came out. I started driving in the car (my only privacy) and bawling to some Elton John song. But it didn't stop. I really needed it, because I've been holding it in for too long.
I have a lot to handle with my brother. He has a bunch of issues with his home that need fixed. he has no income while he is off work, he has no money period, no bank account. No sense of how to take care of himself at all. I remember being that way when I got divorced, I know it's scarey, but I told him that now, my independance is my biggest accomplishment. I did something I never thought I could do. I tried to encourage him to call his boss and save his job. If he gets let go, he loses his health insurance. But, he doesnt think about those things. So, I'm stuck worrying about it.
CP. I dunno what to say. In some ways, he is all I have in the way of help with my brother, in that he helps me clean the house, takes him places if I am busy, and of course, the financial part of it. Without his money every week, I'm not going to be able to afford to keep my brother with me. I mean, I can, but it will be tight, and I don't want to have to sacrifice for someone else when he wont even pick up a phone and call his boss to save his job. I'm working two jobs, worrying about CP and his drug problems, and my brother and his mental/health issues. I'm working two jobs to pay off my debt. I am so fucking sick of it. So. sick. Of it. I mean, I see no end in sight with my brother still at my place.
Maybe that is selfish. Maybe that's why he has to go away? Maybe my letting him stay with me, when his family disowned him is to show me that I am a good person? I have to learn to stand on my own again, not just financially. I think I have that part down pat. Maybe I work three jobs. Maybe I'll win the lottery? Maybe I'll believe people when they tell me I'm a good person for taking care of these two? Maybe I'll like taking care of my brother. Maybe I'll succeed in helping him, and it'll make me feel good, ala "My name is Earl" style. I know that I can see the problem with my brother, and relate in a way, because I had many of his issues when I got divorced.
The problem with CP? I take his problem way too personally, as usually happens when you are in a relationship with an addict. Even as a friend. I know I'm tired of being lied to. It seemed that everything he said was a lie. And, I mean...everything. I'm going to start to move on with my romantic life. Maybe not romantic, but I'm not closing myself off from other men. No matter how that makes CP feel. I'm tired of putting my life on hold. Just because he is stuck in the past, doesn't mean I'm going to be. He shouldn't have the luxury of me always being there. I plan to be a friend to him, and that's all it can be. I can't keep getting emotionally invested in this relationship. I have to be smarter than that. I've only dated alchoholics/drug addicts in my entire life, minus one guy. So, you would think I'd wise up by now.
Hello, universe? Ok, I get it. Stop with the avalanche of personal criseses now. I'm working on it.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
It's Only A Dream...
There's a lot of stuff going on with me right now, I know, suprising, huh? I'll blog about it all when I can get my thoughts together, but until then, enjoy this dream I had last night.
I was house sitting in this rich house. This is the second scary dream I had while I was house sitting a nice house. If you have a nice house, don't ask me to watch it. Well this time my brother was there, and Kat was there. There was this big ass 3 level deck on the back, and the yard was all woods. It was a nice breezy night and I was flickering the lights on to see which ones best illuminated the deck. When I noticed a bug zapper, and a fire pit, I thought we should all go out and enjoy the evening. I'd turn on some lights, and open the door to see what was lit up, and each time, a rocker on the deck would rock back and forth. The first few times I didn't think anything of it.
The people also had a dog. The dog started barking at the door. My brother and Kat didn't want to go outside on the deck, and I opened the door to get them to go out and then ALL the chairs started rocking. Vigorously. I yelled STOP!, and they stopped. I told them it was safe to go outside, and when we opened the door it happened again, and I was screaming STOP! STOP IT! And then Kat joined in yelling, and all the lights went on and off, and the chairs were all banging on the porch. Like little old unseen ladies rocking on crack or something!
In the middle of it all, I realized I forgot to feed the fish. This is something I dream all the time, forgetting to feed the fish. I'll have fish in an aquarium, and days go by and I think...FUCK! The fish must be starving! I read once it had something to do with fertility. But that was in my dream book, I've found many interpretations. Back to the dream...after realizing I forgot to feed the fish in the middle of inanimate objects moving on their own, I ate the fish food. It didn't taste very good at all. But I still ate it.
I'll interject here, that sometimes I also dream that I eat cat poop. I'm not kidding. I eat it right out of the litterbox. Now, you want to talk about some nasty shit! What do you suppose THAT means? I clean the box every day, so I'm not thinking that my cats are walking in shit or something.
Meanwhile, my brother and Kat holed up in a small room off the porch while everything was going nuts. I ran in there with them (fish fed) and we were all just screaming Stop! Go away! Leave us alone! We're not afraid of you! It never did stop, but I did wake up with a pounding headache. Like I was really screaming my lungs out. (that, or it's the bug living behind my eye)
The dream was really disturbing, though to read it, it didn't sound so bad. I'm thinking that I was trying to stop the madness in my life somehow. Because that is what I want to scream at CP all the time. JUST STOP! More on this topic with CP at a later date and time.
About an aquarium: (the fish are always in an aquarium)
To see fish in an aquarium, is indicative of small pleasures that last of short duration either in your life or to come. The condition and size of the fish tank or aquarium, is also an indicator as to the quality and/or quantity of the pleasure.
About the fish symbol:
The fish is an age old symbol and one which frequently appears within dreams. Within the dream the fish tends to represent that which is formed yet remains unconscious. Catching a fish is to pull from out of the waters of the unconscious onto the dry land of ones conscious mind. The fish and fishing can also represent the process of dreaming and dream analysis itself.
About fish:
To see live fish in a dream is very much good luck unless the fish was carp, in which case it is a warning against subjecting yourself by your actions to criticism. A fish swimming in clear water is an omen that you will acquire personal wealth and power. but to see a dead fish as in a market is an omen of disappointment. Cooking and eating fish, except carp, indicates your present endeavors will meet with success.
I personally like the idea that I am going to acquire personal wealth and power. That suits me, thankyouverymuch.
I was house sitting in this rich house. This is the second scary dream I had while I was house sitting a nice house. If you have a nice house, don't ask me to watch it. Well this time my brother was there, and Kat was there. There was this big ass 3 level deck on the back, and the yard was all woods. It was a nice breezy night and I was flickering the lights on to see which ones best illuminated the deck. When I noticed a bug zapper, and a fire pit, I thought we should all go out and enjoy the evening. I'd turn on some lights, and open the door to see what was lit up, and each time, a rocker on the deck would rock back and forth. The first few times I didn't think anything of it.
The people also had a dog. The dog started barking at the door. My brother and Kat didn't want to go outside on the deck, and I opened the door to get them to go out and then ALL the chairs started rocking. Vigorously. I yelled STOP!, and they stopped. I told them it was safe to go outside, and when we opened the door it happened again, and I was screaming STOP! STOP IT! And then Kat joined in yelling, and all the lights went on and off, and the chairs were all banging on the porch. Like little old unseen ladies rocking on crack or something!
In the middle of it all, I realized I forgot to feed the fish. This is something I dream all the time, forgetting to feed the fish. I'll have fish in an aquarium, and days go by and I think...FUCK! The fish must be starving! I read once it had something to do with fertility. But that was in my dream book, I've found many interpretations. Back to the dream...after realizing I forgot to feed the fish in the middle of inanimate objects moving on their own, I ate the fish food. It didn't taste very good at all. But I still ate it.
I'll interject here, that sometimes I also dream that I eat cat poop. I'm not kidding. I eat it right out of the litterbox. Now, you want to talk about some nasty shit! What do you suppose THAT means? I clean the box every day, so I'm not thinking that my cats are walking in shit or something.
Meanwhile, my brother and Kat holed up in a small room off the porch while everything was going nuts. I ran in there with them (fish fed) and we were all just screaming Stop! Go away! Leave us alone! We're not afraid of you! It never did stop, but I did wake up with a pounding headache. Like I was really screaming my lungs out. (that, or it's the bug living behind my eye)
The dream was really disturbing, though to read it, it didn't sound so bad. I'm thinking that I was trying to stop the madness in my life somehow. Because that is what I want to scream at CP all the time. JUST STOP! More on this topic with CP at a later date and time.
About an aquarium: (the fish are always in an aquarium)
To see fish in an aquarium, is indicative of small pleasures that last of short duration either in your life or to come. The condition and size of the fish tank or aquarium, is also an indicator as to the quality and/or quantity of the pleasure.
About the fish symbol:
The fish is an age old symbol and one which frequently appears within dreams. Within the dream the fish tends to represent that which is formed yet remains unconscious. Catching a fish is to pull from out of the waters of the unconscious onto the dry land of ones conscious mind. The fish and fishing can also represent the process of dreaming and dream analysis itself.
About fish:
To see live fish in a dream is very much good luck unless the fish was carp, in which case it is a warning against subjecting yourself by your actions to criticism. A fish swimming in clear water is an omen that you will acquire personal wealth and power. but to see a dead fish as in a market is an omen of disappointment. Cooking and eating fish, except carp, indicates your present endeavors will meet with success.
I personally like the idea that I am going to acquire personal wealth and power. That suits me, thankyouverymuch.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Hypochondria....
I'm pretty sure I have a bug living behind my eye. It's woke me up the past two nights out of a dead sleep. The pain.
I also have caught that old disease that gives you gray hairs. I found a 4 inch one. That's been there a while. I'm blaming it on running a home for wayward boys. It's stressful. They probably put that bug in my eye on purpose. Sorry folks, I have no life insurance.
I also have caught that old disease that gives you gray hairs. I found a 4 inch one. That's been there a while. I'm blaming it on running a home for wayward boys. It's stressful. They probably put that bug in my eye on purpose. Sorry folks, I have no life insurance.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Loyal To a Fault...
This Monday royally blows. Why you ask? Because I don't have a weekend to look forward to. Mine will be spent working. While I feel it is my duty to help my brother out, I sure can't wait to have my apartment back to myself. I am a girl who loves her me-time for which I have had none in weeks. What's worse, my brother can't even go back home until I help him get things together at his own place, and we know from my recent work bitching, I don't have a weekend off until July 13th. And by then, I'm going to want a weekend to fucking do nothing! Calgon? Take me away?
I'm always a sticker. A loyal friend thru and thru. A loyal employee, who sticks it out when the company is going to shit, only to be let go. A loyal wife who forgives abuse and cheating, only to be the one left one day. A loyal employee who gets screwed in her work schedule, yet won't quit for the guilt she'd feel in doing so. An ex-fiance that lets you move back in with her because for some reason she wants to believe all the bullshit you tell her. The most recent installment in my loyalty is my bank.
I've been with the same bank for 17 years. I paid off a car loan with them. Sure, I've had overdrafts, but I never closed my account to save myself the fees, I took it like a trooper. So, 7 years ago I filed bankruptcy, and included a $5,000 loan (for the marriage that failed mind you) from said bank. That shit bank has never given me anything. They wouldn't even let me open a savings account. A SAVINGS account. I could have another checking, but not a savings. So I got one at another bank.
For the past 7 years I've been building my credit back up. My score is past the mid-point, which if you ask me is pretty damn good for someone who has a bankruptcy, foreclosure, and reposession under her belt. I've since had 2 car loans which I pay faithfully, a couple credit cards, a washer/dryer loan that I paid off in 6 months same as cash, and I was approved for a mortgage 3 years ago. I'd say I'm doing pretty well.
I tried to get overdraft protection, at my bank of 17 years last week. This would be the second time I tried in three years. Guess what? I was denied. Denied, because it's only available as a visa card. I think it's time I break the cycle of loyalty with a lot of things in my life. And, I'm going to start with my fucking bank. Assholes.
I'm always a sticker. A loyal friend thru and thru. A loyal employee, who sticks it out when the company is going to shit, only to be let go. A loyal wife who forgives abuse and cheating, only to be the one left one day. A loyal employee who gets screwed in her work schedule, yet won't quit for the guilt she'd feel in doing so. An ex-fiance that lets you move back in with her because for some reason she wants to believe all the bullshit you tell her. The most recent installment in my loyalty is my bank.
I've been with the same bank for 17 years. I paid off a car loan with them. Sure, I've had overdrafts, but I never closed my account to save myself the fees, I took it like a trooper. So, 7 years ago I filed bankruptcy, and included a $5,000 loan (for the marriage that failed mind you) from said bank. That shit bank has never given me anything. They wouldn't even let me open a savings account. A SAVINGS account. I could have another checking, but not a savings. So I got one at another bank.
For the past 7 years I've been building my credit back up. My score is past the mid-point, which if you ask me is pretty damn good for someone who has a bankruptcy, foreclosure, and reposession under her belt. I've since had 2 car loans which I pay faithfully, a couple credit cards, a washer/dryer loan that I paid off in 6 months same as cash, and I was approved for a mortgage 3 years ago. I'd say I'm doing pretty well.
I tried to get overdraft protection, at my bank of 17 years last week. This would be the second time I tried in three years. Guess what? I was denied. Denied, because it's only available as a visa card. I think it's time I break the cycle of loyalty with a lot of things in my life. And, I'm going to start with my fucking bank. Assholes.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Workplace Drama...
So when I got off work this morning, the dayshift wknd girl told me she thinks she got the other midnight girl fired. I said good going, now we'll get screwed into working the extra shifts. Know why she didn't give a shit? She works days. Who will get screwed? Me. As if I don't get the screw being the only one having to work midnights as it is.
This girl came into work one night I guess after drinking. Mind you she wasn't working, she came in to check her email she said. This dayshift girl decided to call the Major and tell him what she did. Why? Cus she is a dumbass. So I get to work today, after getting little, to no sleep all day because my fucking neighbor was out working on his 4-wheeler all day, and I had an email from the leutenant. He said I could have off 2 wknds I requested in July, but that I had to work next weekend, as they let this other girl go. Sayhuh? Make that bitch that squealed work it. Damn!
How's the saying go? I got fucked, without a kiss? I'm dead fucking tired. I went on a long bike ride with CP. He took us a picnic and we fed the ducks. He pulled me for a while too. I kept holding on to him. I crack me up. Lazy ass biotch that I am. I didn't work out Thursday, or Friday, so this kicked my ass! Plus the fact that I'm working round-the-clock doesn't help. Seriously, I'm getting too old for this. I kinda just want to curl up into a ball and admit defeat. The world is more powerful than me. I cannot keep trying to get ahead at the expense of my own sanity, and well-being.
Excerpt from an actual report I entered tonight:"I was delivering pizza's at the (enter hotel name) to room (enter room number). A man answered the door and a woman in the background asked "Is she hot?". He closed the door and came back. The woman kept repeating in the background "I want her to lick my pussy".
Now, the funny thing about this is, it was a dictation, and the officer actually had to say those words out loud. I got quite a kick out of this one.
Another actual excerpt from a report I entered. A lesson on the kind of fucking idiots I have to deal with."At (this person's neighbor's address), dogs were barking continuously from 6:00pm to 6:15 pm"
That's not a typo. A person actually wasted an officer's time to report the neighbors dog barked for 15 whole minutes.
This girl came into work one night I guess after drinking. Mind you she wasn't working, she came in to check her email she said. This dayshift girl decided to call the Major and tell him what she did. Why? Cus she is a dumbass. So I get to work today, after getting little, to no sleep all day because my fucking neighbor was out working on his 4-wheeler all day, and I had an email from the leutenant. He said I could have off 2 wknds I requested in July, but that I had to work next weekend, as they let this other girl go. Sayhuh? Make that bitch that squealed work it. Damn!
How's the saying go? I got fucked, without a kiss? I'm dead fucking tired. I went on a long bike ride with CP. He took us a picnic and we fed the ducks. He pulled me for a while too. I kept holding on to him. I crack me up. Lazy ass biotch that I am. I didn't work out Thursday, or Friday, so this kicked my ass! Plus the fact that I'm working round-the-clock doesn't help. Seriously, I'm getting too old for this. I kinda just want to curl up into a ball and admit defeat. The world is more powerful than me. I cannot keep trying to get ahead at the expense of my own sanity, and well-being.
Excerpt from an actual report I entered tonight:"I was delivering pizza's at the (enter hotel name) to room (enter room number). A man answered the door and a woman in the background asked "Is she hot?". He closed the door and came back. The woman kept repeating in the background "I want her to lick my pussy".
Now, the funny thing about this is, it was a dictation, and the officer actually had to say those words out loud. I got quite a kick out of this one.
Another actual excerpt from a report I entered. A lesson on the kind of fucking idiots I have to deal with."At (this person's neighbor's address), dogs were barking continuously from 6:00pm to 6:15 pm"
That's not a typo. A person actually wasted an officer's time to report the neighbors dog barked for 15 whole minutes.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Fun, You Stupid Idiot....
You know that part of that one song, "I'm the Man" by Anthrax? 'We really don't care, we just want to have, a festival, fun you stupid idot'. No? Ok, nevermind. The point is, there's a festival going on in the old town this weekend. I got no sleep. I fell asleep at 6:30, and CP woke me up at 7 in the kitchen and I never got back to sleep. I was 15 min late to work due to all the road blocks.
Finally, I had to call in and ask the sergeant what to do to get to work. He told me to pull the old "I need to get to work" routine with the po-po's. It just so happened to be the only cop that really talks to me, and I think is cute that let me thru. I felt like I had a back stage pass or something cus they let me go thru the road block. I'll remember that when I'm late again some time.
There is an "alive" festival also going on by my house. This is a christian rock festival. There's 3 calls in for complaints about the noise. I swear people have no lives. Working at the po-po's solidifies that. I'm hoping for a quiet evening. Tomorrow, there's fireworks. I plan to turn our outside camera around, and watch them from inside work. Of course, some dickheads will call and complain about the fireworks being too loud, and ruin my fun.
I found out today that Friday July 6th, instead of working 11pm-7am after working my 8-5 day job, I will be working 7pm-7am. 24 hours of work, because I fucking love it. I sure hope you don't plan on talking to me any time that weekend. Because the shit will fly.
I'm sure if something arises, I'll update with a good drunk story. I'm about ready to quit this God forsaken job.
P.S. This is only the cutest thing I've seen in forever. Otters are the most adorable animals.
Finally, I had to call in and ask the sergeant what to do to get to work. He told me to pull the old "I need to get to work" routine with the po-po's. It just so happened to be the only cop that really talks to me, and I think is cute that let me thru. I felt like I had a back stage pass or something cus they let me go thru the road block. I'll remember that when I'm late again some time.
There is an "alive" festival also going on by my house. This is a christian rock festival. There's 3 calls in for complaints about the noise. I swear people have no lives. Working at the po-po's solidifies that. I'm hoping for a quiet evening. Tomorrow, there's fireworks. I plan to turn our outside camera around, and watch them from inside work. Of course, some dickheads will call and complain about the fireworks being too loud, and ruin my fun.
I found out today that Friday July 6th, instead of working 11pm-7am after working my 8-5 day job, I will be working 7pm-7am. 24 hours of work, because I fucking love it. I sure hope you don't plan on talking to me any time that weekend. Because the shit will fly.
I'm sure if something arises, I'll update with a good drunk story. I'm about ready to quit this God forsaken job.
P.S. This is only the cutest thing I've seen in forever. Otters are the most adorable animals.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
A Day In The Life...
Well, apparently Fox took down the links yesterday to the news story I tried to post. One of the news anchors was talking about an upcoming story on the air guitar. He said to the other anchor "I don't know if he can play air guitar but I've seen him play the skin flute". The other anchor laughed and said he had no words for that. Classic. Nothing exciting ever happens in Ohio.
So, since I'm too busy to do anything, here's what I've been up to, for instance, yesterday.
Got to work, got free breakfast, made a billion reports for a billion people. Worked on newsletters, more reports, answered a million calls. Gave all my piddly-ass work to the temp. We have a temp. Sweet.
In between working and answering phones, I made several calls to find out just why I wasn't paid for my part time job. Turns out, they never faxed my time sheet to the temp place. The woman who does it is on vacation so no one did it. Nice huh? I needed that money to pay my electric Tuesday as promised, so I charged the damn bill on my credit card! Now I have to pay that off before it gathers interest!
Left work, went to settle the matter with Movie Gallery. The matter in which they TRIPLE charged me for 1 transaction, and I had spent the previous two days chasing that problem down. That took about a half an hour. Then I went to the grocery store for my brother. Got home and went on a bike ride for an hour and a half with CP. We stopped to feed the ducks. I think this is the most rest I had all week. I'm totally gonna video the ducks next time, they come trucking up to you for food, and eat out of your hand. I love the ducks.
When we got home, I cleaned the downstairs with CP's help, then he did the dishes. I hung up some laundry, sat for 1/2 hour to watch a TV show, got a bath, and by then it's 11:00. I watched 1 program in its entirety, and went to bed. Now, you tell me, where the fuck is my ME time? I've had to clean every day. Normally I straighten up but not CLEAN every day.
Then I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Meanwhile, CP was up playing video games all night. He asked this morning if I needed anything. I said "yea, I need for you to get up every morning and go to work like me". He supposedly starts a job next week. And, let's hope for his sake he has the $ he owes me on Friday.
My Momma said it best. It's as if I am running a home for wayward men. Seriously.
Update. Katie said she thinks they found the body of that missing woman. Near where we grew up. Not far from my house. Where I ride my danged bike and walk all the time! I work for the police in that area. Guess I'll get the scoop when I work this wknd.
So, since I'm too busy to do anything, here's what I've been up to, for instance, yesterday.
Got to work, got free breakfast, made a billion reports for a billion people. Worked on newsletters, more reports, answered a million calls. Gave all my piddly-ass work to the temp. We have a temp. Sweet.
In between working and answering phones, I made several calls to find out just why I wasn't paid for my part time job. Turns out, they never faxed my time sheet to the temp place. The woman who does it is on vacation so no one did it. Nice huh? I needed that money to pay my electric Tuesday as promised, so I charged the damn bill on my credit card! Now I have to pay that off before it gathers interest!
Left work, went to settle the matter with Movie Gallery. The matter in which they TRIPLE charged me for 1 transaction, and I had spent the previous two days chasing that problem down. That took about a half an hour. Then I went to the grocery store for my brother. Got home and went on a bike ride for an hour and a half with CP. We stopped to feed the ducks. I think this is the most rest I had all week. I'm totally gonna video the ducks next time, they come trucking up to you for food, and eat out of your hand. I love the ducks.
When we got home, I cleaned the downstairs with CP's help, then he did the dishes. I hung up some laundry, sat for 1/2 hour to watch a TV show, got a bath, and by then it's 11:00. I watched 1 program in its entirety, and went to bed. Now, you tell me, where the fuck is my ME time? I've had to clean every day. Normally I straighten up but not CLEAN every day.
Then I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Meanwhile, CP was up playing video games all night. He asked this morning if I needed anything. I said "yea, I need for you to get up every morning and go to work like me". He supposedly starts a job next week. And, let's hope for his sake he has the $ he owes me on Friday.
My Momma said it best. It's as if I am running a home for wayward men. Seriously.
Update. Katie said she thinks they found the body of that missing woman. Near where we grew up. Not far from my house. Where I ride my danged bike and walk all the time! I work for the police in that area. Guess I'll get the scoop when I work this wknd.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
TV Dad
I did the TITMT from Janet a day late. Because every time I watch Leave it to Beaver I think to myself, gee Wally, wouldn't Ward be a swell dad? Seriously, he was all business, and yet, when he got home, he'd put on his sweater and polo shirt and be "down to earth dad" too. I just love him. And he's always nice to June. And as long as I wasn't married to him doing all the damned work around the house, I'd like him just fine.
Anyone that would rescue their kid from a steaming cup of coffee, and not smack the shit out of him, is a bitchin dad in my book! Bill Cosby would be a fun dad too...but I don't watch much of the Cosby sow anymore.
Anyone that would rescue their kid from a steaming cup of coffee, and not smack the shit out of him, is a bitchin dad in my book! Bill Cosby would be a fun dad too...but I don't watch much of the Cosby sow anymore.
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