I got a call at work from MD today. OD: "I'm signing up for food stamps. How much should I put down that I pay for rent?" Me: Nothing, cause that's what you pay!" OD: "I have to do something, I can't make it on $800 a month." Me: "Yeah, I know what you mean, the price of makeup and hair products has gone up. How will you ever survive?" I'm flabbergasted...she wants food stamps? I am speechless, sort of, cause I am never really speechless. I'm just saying that, because I don't want to say what's really going through my mind.
Work sucks gigantic donkey balls. The owners are changing everything. EVERYTHING! Fine, it's their store, they can do that. But they really need to communicate this with the employees. They can't just walk in and say..."We've changed that. We did that last week, why haven't you gotten it done yet?" What I say to that...in my head...Bite me. They gave a new kid a $3 an hour raise and the hours he asked for, because they moved him to receiving. The guy who was in receiving quit when he found out, because he had asked for those hours and didn't ask for a raise. They told him he couldn't just ask for specific hours. Why did the new guy get what he asked for then???
I came home to a rumor from my OD. About MD. Turns out MD was sitting here in my front room with two of her clowns from her "Parade of Clowns" watching TV. (middle of the day) Each of them was sucking on a 40 ouncer. We don't drink here. I don't care if people drink, we just don't drink here. Then MD and her (I hope not) boyfriend get up and go out to her room...her g/f was still sitting here messing with something. OD looks over and the little bitch is rolling a joint in MY FRONT ROOM! Spilled some of her precious whacky tabacky on my coffee table and floor. Then got up and left the mess and went out to MD's room. When MD came back in (sans friends), OD confronted her with the fact that we have dogs (that I LOVE) who could conceivably get the spillage and get sick. MD was "surprised" that her friend had done that. I think I am being tested. Guess who does not pass the test? Not me!!! I am pissed. I am calling the police department to find out what I can do to have her removed from my home. She has no respect for me, her sisters or the animals here. Her world is going to change. I don't think she will like it.
I didn't go to WW last Wednesday. I was exhausted when I got home from work. I just wanted to vege out. Everyday I have come home this week I am tired. It must be all the crap going on at work. (and home) I am still sticking with my WW eating guidelines. I will not take a step backwards here. I have come too far forward for that.
I love most of my customers. I tease them. The thing about most of them though, they tease back. I love that! I can dish it out and take it! They are the bright light in my life some days. I will hang on to that thought.
I need to find another job though. I see the ship I am on sinking slowly.
My dogs are the best thing I have going. I get kisses and happy jumping when I come home from work and they follow me into my room, so they can see how my day went. The only thing is that Max likes to hunt dust bunnies in the hallway at three in the morning. I'm going to have to take his hunting licence away!
Simple | Green | Frugal | Co-op
There is a great idea on the above mentioned and linked blog. She is doing a project called "The Fifty Things Project". Getting rid of stuff. Sounds do-able to me. I think I will try it on my next few weekends. Heaven knows I can use a good de-cluttering around here.