My sisters are in town. I don't love it.
Work has gotten more insane, if that's possible. Which I guess it is.
I guess there was some fall out after the wedding, which I just heard about. Somehow, after hearing the details.....I'm not surprised, considering who was involved. Which is sort of a sad thing. Meh.
I wish weekends were longer.
I'm tired of liars.
I'm tired.
I had a 'donut party' with the ladies from work tonight. Made dinner, drank beer. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed hanging out with that many women at once. I think it's because we're all assholes who aren't typical bitches.
I'm home alone. The idea of going and locking the house up for sleeping seems arduous.
T quit smoking. I'm insanely proud of him. Especially since he just...quit. Said, "I'm a non-smoker" and that was that. I'm also jealous, as quitting for me (every time I've tried, anyway) is like eating ground glass and being trapped in an elevator with Carrot Top.
My sisters took my dad's ashes from me.
Our neighbor kids play drums and guitars all day and it makes T want to explode. He threatens to blast them with the air horn. I don't think it will change anything.
I got our wedding pics. Email me and I'll send you the link if you're interested.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
All I Do is Sleep and Whine
Hi Kids. Is anyone still out there? I'm, you know, lame and stuff, for not posting. Serious.
But my thinking that now that the wedding is over, that now we're back from vacation, things would be calm and easy? I would have time to knit, to cook at home again, to do more than a half a load of laundry at a time, vacuum my horrible carpet, and update the blog?
Yeah, well, that thinking was wrong. WRONG.
My job? It's horrible. I mean, the work is great, things are plugging away nicely, I love my coworkers, I'm learning new skills every day. But my bosses? Sweet googly moogly. I have no idea what the hell they think they're doing, how they think that some of this shit is ok or even legal....But it's taxing me. All of us are looking seriously for new jobs.
In a word? (Or two) I'm fucked.
See, they don't pay me SHIT at this job. Which at first was ok, because I was looking at it like it was an apprenticeship. But suddenly, in under six months, I'm second in command in the serious money making side of the bakery--I'm being asked to develop recipes and take part in photographs for marketing purposes. (I'm doing neither of those things, btw.) But I'm still making a dollar more an hour than the cleaning dude. (And not to say that janitors aren't worth a decent wage. That's some serious hard work there, and they earn every dollar they are paid. I know this because I was a janitor. However, people with more specialized skill sets are typically paid more to do jobs that require said specialized skill set. Not anyone off the street could walk in and do my job, nor do it well, quickly, and in sub standard conditions. So I'm irritated that my wage is so close to the starting wage for, well, everyone.)
If I quit this job, I now have to find another one. I can't really get a cut in pay from where I am now, but I will almost definitely have to commute. Right now, I commute 20 minutes total a day. (Spoiled, I know.) I'm looking at two hours a day if I get the job I'm seriously hoping for. But will my new job (if it exists) pay me enough to offset the cost of my commute? Not to mention the fact that we will have to buy another car for T so he can get around while I'm putzing back and forth across the peninsula.
If I get fired, I may be able to collect unemployment. But for how long? We're not in debt, but we have pretty grim savings and really can't afford to go back to being a one income household right now.
I don't want to have to go back to waiting tables.
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The other thing that's keeping me from blogging is my new BIL J's sudden love of the party. He, daily, asks me this series of questions.
"Do you work tomorrow?"
My answer is usually something along the lines of 'What day is it? Tuesday? Then yes, considering I work Mon-Fri.'
His response?
"When do you work?"
My answer? 'Just like every other day, J, just about the time you're going to bed.'
The final part of this talk always goes something like this.
"Oh, because I really wanted to have some people over tonight to play video games/role play/drink all your alcohol/eat all the food/smoke all your cigarettes/make the house filthy/make a ton of noise and keep you up till 1 or 2 so that you want to stab a panda when your alarm goes off at 4am"
'J, you can do that somewhere else. The era of 'T and M are out of the state for 2 weeks so I can party all the time at the house' has ended. Mom and Dad are officially home.' Buzz kill, I know.
But seriously? I want to feel for him. I remember being a party animal. But now I get up at 4 every day and bust my ass for 9 or 10 hours for not a whole hell of a lot and all I want to do when I get home is have QUIET.
Cleaning has become a recreational activity.
But my thinking that now that the wedding is over, that now we're back from vacation, things would be calm and easy? I would have time to knit, to cook at home again, to do more than a half a load of laundry at a time, vacuum my horrible carpet, and update the blog?
Yeah, well, that thinking was wrong. WRONG.
My job? It's horrible. I mean, the work is great, things are plugging away nicely, I love my coworkers, I'm learning new skills every day. But my bosses? Sweet googly moogly. I have no idea what the hell they think they're doing, how they think that some of this shit is ok or even legal....But it's taxing me. All of us are looking seriously for new jobs.
In a word? (Or two) I'm fucked.
See, they don't pay me SHIT at this job. Which at first was ok, because I was looking at it like it was an apprenticeship. But suddenly, in under six months, I'm second in command in the serious money making side of the bakery--I'm being asked to develop recipes and take part in photographs for marketing purposes. (I'm doing neither of those things, btw.) But I'm still making a dollar more an hour than the cleaning dude. (And not to say that janitors aren't worth a decent wage. That's some serious hard work there, and they earn every dollar they are paid. I know this because I was a janitor. However, people with more specialized skill sets are typically paid more to do jobs that require said specialized skill set. Not anyone off the street could walk in and do my job, nor do it well, quickly, and in sub standard conditions. So I'm irritated that my wage is so close to the starting wage for, well, everyone.)
If I quit this job, I now have to find another one. I can't really get a cut in pay from where I am now, but I will almost definitely have to commute. Right now, I commute 20 minutes total a day. (Spoiled, I know.) I'm looking at two hours a day if I get the job I'm seriously hoping for. But will my new job (if it exists) pay me enough to offset the cost of my commute? Not to mention the fact that we will have to buy another car for T so he can get around while I'm putzing back and forth across the peninsula.
If I get fired, I may be able to collect unemployment. But for how long? We're not in debt, but we have pretty grim savings and really can't afford to go back to being a one income household right now.
I don't want to have to go back to waiting tables.
*******************
The other thing that's keeping me from blogging is my new BIL J's sudden love of the party. He, daily, asks me this series of questions.
"Do you work tomorrow?"
My answer is usually something along the lines of 'What day is it? Tuesday? Then yes, considering I work Mon-Fri.'
His response?
"When do you work?"
My answer? 'Just like every other day, J, just about the time you're going to bed.'
The final part of this talk always goes something like this.
"Oh, because I really wanted to have some people over tonight to play video games/role play/drink all your alcohol/eat all the food/smoke all your cigarettes/make the house filthy/make a ton of noise and keep you up till 1 or 2 so that you want to stab a panda when your alarm goes off at 4am"
'J, you can do that somewhere else. The era of 'T and M are out of the state for 2 weeks so I can party all the time at the house' has ended. Mom and Dad are officially home.' Buzz kill, I know.
But seriously? I want to feel for him. I remember being a party animal. But now I get up at 4 every day and bust my ass for 9 or 10 hours for not a whole hell of a lot and all I want to do when I get home is have QUIET.
Cleaning has become a recreational activity.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
And....We're back.
It only took 18 hours and a battle of wits and strength with a country music concert, but we have returned. To prove it: Photos.
(Can I just say that I am thrilled to NO END that this is all over? That I am married, have a 'normal' last name, and have 1/11124th of the stress in my life now? Sure, Hawaii was great, but now that we're home....Aaaaah. Plus we missed the heat wave.)
(Can I just say that I am thrilled to NO END that this is all over? That I am married, have a 'normal' last name, and have 1/11124th of the stress in my life now? Sure, Hawaii was great, but now that we're home....Aaaaah. Plus we missed the heat wave.)
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