I hate meetings. They seem like such a waste of time. I would rather the managers have to go around to each and every one of us one at time and tell us what they think we need to hear. I'd rather they waste their time. (So call me selfish)
This meeting last night was no exception. I knew half of what they were going to tell us, cause the manager who ran the meeting for the most part had already told me. I should have been excused, so I could go home and sleep. As it was I didn't wind down until around 11:30 and that is LATE for my little behind to be getting up at 5:15 like I do most days, just because.....
The meeting took a turn for the worse when they announced to us that the owners would be keeping the store open until 8PM during the week. That wouldn't be so bad except that they expect us to volunteer for the day(s) we are willing to stay until closing. (Not volunteering money wise, volunteering time giving up, wise.) I had just requested a change in my shifts to the earlier ones so I can start going back to school. I only need a few more semesters under my belt to get my associates degree. (I realize that it isn't much, that degree, but I would like to finish what I started so many years ago) They told us that if they didn't get enough volunteers they would just assign people to do the nights they decide we would do. I'm not volunteering, and I am not working the late shift! Period, end of my discussion with them, they can just lay me off. If I were to work the late shift, that would mean, I'd have to volunteer for Friday night, since I would need the rest of the week for classes. Plus, I already work the entire weekend, giving up time to spend with my sisters and dad when they are all off work. So, I'm not a real happy camper at this moment.
On the other hand. Today was boring at work, and I get really goofy when I am bored, so I pretty much entertained my co-workers for the afternoon. I am playing hooky from class tonight, because I am tired. It's my oldest daughter's birthday, so she is going out for the evening and class just wouldn't be the same without her there. I am going to work on another ceramics project while I am home though. I have clay here, and by the time I get back to class on Tuesday, it will probably be ready for the kiln. I may get this one done pretty nicely. At least, I think I can. I'm gonna try!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
So I'm just sitting here.....
I am at work, one hour after I have clocked out for the day. But there's a meeting tonight and I am just hanging out waiting for the meeting. It's great! I'm kind a bored, which if you were me, you'd understand is a good thing. In fact, I told my daughter last night that I don't care what is goingon next weekend (for me Monday/Tuesday) it had better be boring. I want to fall asleep in my tracks at any given time over my weekend. Please, that's all I ask!
So here I sit waiting for the meeting and I am as happy as a clam. Does anyone know how happy clams get, cause I sure don't. And who would know that anyway??? Why would anyone care, unless of course they are another clam.
That's. Just wanted to let you know what I'm doing (or not doing)
So here I sit waiting for the meeting and I am as happy as a clam. Does anyone know how happy clams get, cause I sure don't. And who would know that anyway??? Why would anyone care, unless of course they are another clam.
That's. Just wanted to let you know what I'm doing (or not doing)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Almost Ta-Da!
I got the screw out. It cost me another $7.35 to purchase a drill bit that would do it. I got the mother of all drill bits, this one'll drill through almost anything. I'm not messing around anymore, this door called for war, and by golly I am going to win this one!
I have the painted plywood in the frame and now the door is laying out in the sun. (yes, I said SUN! about 60 - 65 degrees out there today!) I'm going to let the caulking set really good and then put the door up. I have another tube of caulking to go on the inside of the door/frame to really ward off any cold seeping through. It's not pretty at all, but we will not be camping anymore this month...which isn't very long now.
My ankle that got scraped is bothering me today. I think I was on it too long yesterday. Is 14 hours of standing too long? I'm contemplating taking a nap in my little blue recliner for an hour or hour and a half. I think I deserve that much. Class tonight, so I'd like to be awake for that.
I promised I'd say more about the boyfriend situation. Young Wonder Boyfriend was getting really comfortable here. Which is good, he was living here after all. But the true person seems to come out when it's no longer a temporary situation. It turns out that he is an avid drinker and I do not tolerate daily bouts of drunkeness. He sneaked around drinking when we were home and when we weren't, which is a lot, he did a lot more damage to himself. I started getting suspicious when I was having to yell at him when I told him something. (Like dig a channel so the rain can drain off the patio, turn the water off, the rain will rinse the gravel off at least three times) At first I thought it was just A.D.D., with a little O.C.D. mixed in. But it just kept getting more and more apparent that what I suspected was true. My daughter was getting frustrated with him at the same time. Not one to beat around the bush, I came out and talked to him about it. He just came back with all kinna excuses, alternate ways to go about drinking where it wouldn't bother me, true alcoholic talk. (I'm well versed at this kind of talk, I spent a few years listening to my ex-man.) I don't have time in my life to mess with people who don't respect me, my kids, and above all themselves. So, I gave him the bottom line. Drink and you go, if you want to truely help yourself then stay. He just said, "No, I'm going to drink all I want, so I will move." Fine then, that's that. He is really a nice guy, funny, helpful, etc., but that is typical of his kind. The only thing he said that really made me mad was that I had put him in a box with all the other alcoholics in my life and that it was wrong. Am I thinking wrong??? It doesn't matter, it's my house, my daughter and I were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I had to change things. Oh yea, he also said that he was hoping that with all the work he was doing around here I wouldn't notice the drunkeness! Go figure!
Time for a nap.
I have the painted plywood in the frame and now the door is laying out in the sun. (yes, I said SUN! about 60 - 65 degrees out there today!) I'm going to let the caulking set really good and then put the door up. I have another tube of caulking to go on the inside of the door/frame to really ward off any cold seeping through. It's not pretty at all, but we will not be camping anymore this month...which isn't very long now.
My ankle that got scraped is bothering me today. I think I was on it too long yesterday. Is 14 hours of standing too long? I'm contemplating taking a nap in my little blue recliner for an hour or hour and a half. I think I deserve that much. Class tonight, so I'd like to be awake for that.
I promised I'd say more about the boyfriend situation. Young Wonder Boyfriend was getting really comfortable here. Which is good, he was living here after all. But the true person seems to come out when it's no longer a temporary situation. It turns out that he is an avid drinker and I do not tolerate daily bouts of drunkeness. He sneaked around drinking when we were home and when we weren't, which is a lot, he did a lot more damage to himself. I started getting suspicious when I was having to yell at him when I told him something. (Like dig a channel so the rain can drain off the patio, turn the water off, the rain will rinse the gravel off at least three times) At first I thought it was just A.D.D., with a little O.C.D. mixed in. But it just kept getting more and more apparent that what I suspected was true. My daughter was getting frustrated with him at the same time. Not one to beat around the bush, I came out and talked to him about it. He just came back with all kinna excuses, alternate ways to go about drinking where it wouldn't bother me, true alcoholic talk. (I'm well versed at this kind of talk, I spent a few years listening to my ex-man.) I don't have time in my life to mess with people who don't respect me, my kids, and above all themselves. So, I gave him the bottom line. Drink and you go, if you want to truely help yourself then stay. He just said, "No, I'm going to drink all I want, so I will move." Fine then, that's that. He is really a nice guy, funny, helpful, etc., but that is typical of his kind. The only thing he said that really made me mad was that I had put him in a box with all the other alcoholics in my life and that it was wrong. Am I thinking wrong??? It doesn't matter, it's my house, my daughter and I were becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I had to change things. Oh yea, he also said that he was hoping that with all the work he was doing around here I wouldn't notice the drunkeness! Go figure!
Time for a nap.
Monday, February 25, 2008
A little less progress...
O M G !!!
This is ridiculous! My arm is going to fall off. I swear it's true. I got everything all together and ready to assemble. Now just get the bar across the top of the window frame off and wa-la instant notawindow! CAN.NOT.GET.THE.&%#)$&@*.THING.UNSCREWED! So off I go to find my handy dandy drill and drill bits. Find em. None, I mean NONE are strong/sharp/good enough to drill out the 54 year old screws out easily. I did get one, and I am half way through the other. I'm tired and cranky, and I want my daddy to do this, except that if he does it, it will take longer, because then I have to explain all about how my dog thought he was a circus lion and the door was a flaming hoop he had to jump through and how my famous dog...oh forget it, he won't go for that story. I'll have to explain how the girls and I were in peril and the dog jumped through the plate glass sliding door to save us. Well, whatever, I would have to tell him about what happened and then there will be lots of questions and answers, then more questions and the whole time he's helping me he'll be mumbling about why I had to have a gigantic dog in the first place and that's why these things happen. I really love my dad, but I would just as soon not have to go through all that.
It looks like another midnight night. It's really cold in here and I want to get this done, but my arm is screaming stop. The tarp temporary window worked pretty good last night, I guess I will just have to put that back together. That alone took me a half an hour to tape up. Crap, I wish I wasn't so handy at times, I would really rather be a girly girl right now.
As for my dinner with my daughter...She didn't get here until 9PM last night. I was a little ticked off, cause of all the drama that's been going on with the door and all. (Wonder boyfriend is not real popular here anymore either, more on that soon) N E way, she had told me she had to take a friend of hers somewhere and then she would be here. They apparently got lost on the way, found the place and then got re-lost getting back to the freeway they needed to come home on. At least, she kept calling and letting me know what was going on. But 9PM, I'm tired and since we were going out to eat I waited and was absolutely starving! We talked a lot, my oldest daughter came along. So, it was almost like old home week. Minus middle daughter who would have ruined the whole evening, since the two younger ones really don't like each other right now. It was fun, and good, and she did pay for dinner. She only has one day off a week, so I don't get to do this very often. She has a million friends and has to spread the love. I am just glad we are able to have a relationship again. I have a funny feeling my friend from work got to her. I was looking at MySpace and found a comment from my girlfriend to my daughter and vice versa. It was not much, but it meant to me that they had talked outside of MySpace. I am going to have to call my girlfriend. She may or may not admit to stepping in. At any rate, I love her for it if she did.
I am going to go and tackle this thing again. I have to at least attempt to get the tarp back on. This is not a good time of year to camp out, if ya know what I mean.
Middle daughter just came home and helped me put the tarp back up, so I am going to go knit for a little while and warm up in my room. It's still cold in here. I can't wait to get this dang thing finished!!!!!
This is ridiculous! My arm is going to fall off. I swear it's true. I got everything all together and ready to assemble. Now just get the bar across the top of the window frame off and wa-la instant notawindow! CAN.NOT.GET.THE.&%#)$&@*.THING.UNSCREWED! So off I go to find my handy dandy drill and drill bits. Find em. None, I mean NONE are strong/sharp/good enough to drill out the 54 year old screws out easily. I did get one, and I am half way through the other. I'm tired and cranky, and I want my daddy to do this, except that if he does it, it will take longer, because then I have to explain all about how my dog thought he was a circus lion and the door was a flaming hoop he had to jump through and how my famous dog...oh forget it, he won't go for that story. I'll have to explain how the girls and I were in peril and the dog jumped through the plate glass sliding door to save us. Well, whatever, I would have to tell him about what happened and then there will be lots of questions and answers, then more questions and the whole time he's helping me he'll be mumbling about why I had to have a gigantic dog in the first place and that's why these things happen. I really love my dad, but I would just as soon not have to go through all that.
It looks like another midnight night. It's really cold in here and I want to get this done, but my arm is screaming stop. The tarp temporary window worked pretty good last night, I guess I will just have to put that back together. That alone took me a half an hour to tape up. Crap, I wish I wasn't so handy at times, I would really rather be a girly girl right now.
As for my dinner with my daughter...She didn't get here until 9PM last night. I was a little ticked off, cause of all the drama that's been going on with the door and all. (Wonder boyfriend is not real popular here anymore either, more on that soon) N E way, she had told me she had to take a friend of hers somewhere and then she would be here. They apparently got lost on the way, found the place and then got re-lost getting back to the freeway they needed to come home on. At least, she kept calling and letting me know what was going on. But 9PM, I'm tired and since we were going out to eat I waited and was absolutely starving! We talked a lot, my oldest daughter came along. So, it was almost like old home week. Minus middle daughter who would have ruined the whole evening, since the two younger ones really don't like each other right now. It was fun, and good, and she did pay for dinner. She only has one day off a week, so I don't get to do this very often. She has a million friends and has to spread the love. I am just glad we are able to have a relationship again. I have a funny feeling my friend from work got to her. I was looking at MySpace and found a comment from my girlfriend to my daughter and vice versa. It was not much, but it meant to me that they had talked outside of MySpace. I am going to have to call my girlfriend. She may or may not admit to stepping in. At any rate, I love her for it if she did.
I am going to go and tackle this thing again. I have to at least attempt to get the tarp back on. This is not a good time of year to camp out, if ya know what I mean.
Middle daughter just came home and helped me put the tarp back up, so I am going to go knit for a little while and warm up in my room. It's still cold in here. I can't wait to get this dang thing finished!!!!!
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