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It feels strange posting here after being absent so long. I'm not going to bother with a recap of the last year; I'm sure that I will cover all of the important stuff eventually. Right now I just need an outlet.
In June I broke up with Kevin. Our relationship was stagnating and I needed something new to happen. I demanded that he make decisions about what he wants from life, and ultimately I did not make the cut. Since then I have spent quite a lot of time alone. Not that we spent a lot of time physically together, but a boyfriend is obligated to listen when you need someone to talk to. I haven't really had anyone to talk to since then. Danielle is busy with school and Joel, and I know that she would be there to listen to me, but I don't know that I would be able to feel like anything but a burden. She has her own life and her own stress, and I don't need to add to that.
For the last several months I've become increasingly more obsolete at work. I am still one of the most knowledgeable supervisors, and this knowledge has become almost second nature; It seems like I could almost do my job with my eyes closed. I think that this level of comfort and familiarity with what I do isn't as impressive to the big-shots as when I was quickly and eagerly learning and applying new and difficult tasks.
I applied for a new position awhile back, a job that is technically at least two steps below where I am now but which offers a regular and less-demanding schedule. I was passed over for a woman who has no experience, has shown no previous interest in a job in management, and who has, so far, dismally failed to show that she is the more capable of the two of us.
The stress at work has been combined with health issues. I spent almost three weeks on the sidelines, collecting sick pay and unused vacation time. With my MS flared up, my doctor ordered another MRI, this time of not just my brain, but also of my cervical and thoracic spine. The news that my almost three hours in the MRI machine revealed a new lesion and advancements in the old ones left me feeling fairly unscathed, but the following 24 hours gave me plenty of time to think about everything that's all been piling up. I had a meltdown at work, which was followed by the realization that my increasing number of 'meltdowns' would be clinically described as anxiety. I think I've been coping with it a bit better since my epiphany, and I'm hoping that letting go of some things on here will help too. Who knows? Maybe I won't need the Xanax I've been prescribed.
This post is a mess, but nobody remembers that this blog exists, so there will be nobody to read it and critique. Now it's time for bed.
Today, after working for Safeway for a year and a half now, I received my very first employee evaluation. It was a very positive assessment of my job performance, but I suspected that it would be since I never would have advanced into the supervisory position I'm in now if my abilities were anything less than stellar. I know you're all (and by 'all', I mean the two people who maybe surfed in from Shannon's Livejournal or Mink's blog and the occasional random googler.) re-reading that, wondering if your eyes have deceived you. The answer to that ponderance is, "No." Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. In the last four months I have advanced from Fuel/Office/Video clerk to Checker/Safety Coordinator/Person In Charge. I disappeared from the face of the internet for quarter of a year and returned as one of the ten most powerful people employed by my particular store. Now I'll vanish for another six months and next time you hear from me I'll be assistant manager.
Today, after working for Safeway for a year and a half now, I received my very first employee evaluation. It was a very positive assessment of my job performance, but I suspected that it would be since I never would have advanced into the supervisory position I'm in now if my abilities were anything less than stellar. I know you're all (and by 'all', I mean the two people who maybe surfed in from Shannon's Livejournal or Mink's blog and the occasional random googler.) re-reading that, wondering if your eyes have deceived you. The answer to that ponderance is, "No." Your eyes are not playing tricks on you. In the last four months I have advanced from Fuel/Office/Video clerk to Checker/Safety Coordinator/Person In Charge. I disappeared from the face of the internet for quarter of a year and returned as one of the ten most powerful people employed by my particular store. Now I'll vanish for another six months and next time you hear from me I'll be assistant manager.
I suppose today is as good as any to bring my informal hiatus to an end. There was never any conscious decision to stop posting for any length of time, it was just never a priority when work started to take up a lot of my time and my health issues made it necessary to use my free time to just chill and get as much rest as possible. I should probably be sleeping now, but I have a lot on my mind and can't get to sleep.
A quick recap of my day: I left my cell phone (the case that holds it has my ID, my debit card, and my credit card in it as well) on the roof of my mom's car in a busy Seattle neighborhood, and when I realized it thirty-five minutes later it was miraculously still there; I got to see pictures of all the holes in my brain, including the one that makes my left pupil larger than the right; I was taught how to administer the disease-modifying drug that I will have to inject every day for the rest of my life; For the first time ever (that I can recall, anyway) my step-mom introduced me as her daughter; Next month I will be driving to Utah with my 16-year-old sister as she, my step-mom, and my 10-year-old sister uproot their lives and leave the only city they've ever called home to live in Salt Lake City with my dad.
Okay, maybe that wasn't so quick. I was going to do a recap of the last two months, but I think I should probably wait. I'll try tomorrow, but tomorrow might become next week or next month, so no promises.
Random Vandals At the Shell Station:
I know you thought it would be amusing to set the latch on the gas pump I used this afternoon, but I sure wasn't laughing when I lifted the nozzle (as directed) and more than half a gallon of gasoline was dispensed onto my clothing, my car, and the ground in front of me when I hadn't even touched the trigger. I sure didn't chuckle when I had to pay for that half a gallon of gas that didn't end up in the tank of my car where it should have been. And I'm pretty sure I didn't giggle even a little bit when I had to drive home with the windows down in the rain and the wind because the smell made me sick to my stomach.
Next time you want to try something like that, please just go home, lock yourself in your room with the PlayStation, and jerk off some more to the Final Fantasy anime girls.
Also,
Mother Nature:
Since it is the second freaking week in May I would like to not have to scrape my car windows when I have to work early.
Yours Truly,
erynthenerd
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Chasing Amy
2: The Hot Chick
3: Afterglow
An Indiana mother recently accompanied her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend to one of Indiana's Planned Parenthood clinics, but they unwittingly walked into a so-called "crisis pregnancy center" run by an anti-abortion group, one that shared a parking lot with the real Planned Parenthood clinic and was designed expressly to lure Planned Parenthood patients and deceive them.
The group took down the girl's confidential personal information and told her to come back for her appointment, which they said would be in their "other office" (the real Planned Parenthood office nearby). When she arrived for her appointment, not only did the Planned Parenthood staff have no record of her, but the police were there. The "crisis pregnancy center" had called them, claiming that a minor was being forced to have an abortion against her will.
The "crisis pregnancy center" staff then proceeded to wage a campaign of intimidation and harassment over the following days, showing up at the girl's home and calling her father's workplace. Planned Parenthood's clinic director reports that the girl was "scared to death to leave her house." They even went to her school and urged classmates to pressure her not to have an abortion.
The anti-choice movement is setting up these "crisis pregnancy centers" across the country. Some of them have neutral-sounding names and run ads that falsely promise the full range of reproductive health services, but they dispense anti-choice propaganda and intimidation instead. And according to a recent article in The New York Times, there are currently more of these centers in the U.S. than there are actual abortion providers. What's more, these centers have received $60 million in government grants. They're being funded by our tax dollars.
A bill has just been introduced in Congress to stop the fraudulent practices of fake clinics, but it desperately needs more support. Tell your representative to take a stand: anti-choice extremists must not get away with this any longer!
Friday night I was working in the video department, which doubles as the customer service department. In the video department I rent movies to people, cash payroll checks, print money orders, send and receive Western Union payments, and answer the phone.
It was a relatively slow night, and about two hours before it was time to go home, the phone rang. On the other end was a customer who had a question about a product she had purchased at our store. Her problem? She had bought an EPT pregnancy test and misplaced the instructions, so she needed someone to tell her how to read the results.
Now, if you click the link above, you will see that EPT makes two types of pregnancy tests: One with a +/- read-out, and one with a digital read-out stating "Pregnant" or "Not Pregnant". Do you think this woman should even be mating?
To give her the benefit of the doubt, I called a courtesy clerk to bring me an EPT pregnancy test and I told her to call the nurse hotline 800 number on the side.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: Match Point
2: Shopgirl
3: Sling Blade
Alright, it looks like I've got all of the kinks worked out. I don't know how I managed to figure out the solution to the link problem, but I did and now everything works fine. On my browser anyway.
Have a great day!
Okay, I redid my template, and now the top five links in my right sidebar don't seem to work. Does anyone else have this problem? Let me know which browser you use, please.
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: The House of Yes
2: In The Bedroom
3: Where The Truth Lies
It's been a couple weeks since I've actually felt like writing anything here. I tried the other night, but Blogger was down for maintenance that was scheduled last November.
Anyway, work's been wearing me out. My schedule's all over the place, and my sleep is all thrown off. This week I worked 3:15 P.M. to 11:15 P.M., 11:30 A.M. to 6:00 P.M., 4:00 A.M. to 8:00 A.M. and then back the same day from 2:00 P.M. to 6:00 P.M., and two days at 4:00 P.M. to 9:00 P.M. In that order, with two days off before my early morning office shift.
Most days I come home and sit in front of the TV for a few hours before I have to go to bed and I don't have the energy to do much else, and then my days off are spent recuperating. Funny enough, the days I have to get up at 2:45 A.M. are the days I am the most productive.
Right after I got back from Vancouver they trained me as a checker. I'm not changing jobs, just trying to supplement my hours and make myself more valuable to the company. They also just hired two new people in the fuel station, so I should be on my way out of there, and the sooner the better.
The only other big thing that's happened recently is that I bought a new laptop. My old iBook was just getting too slow. Every time I used it I would curse at it and get frustrated and stop doing things that needed to get done because I didn't want to wait for it to think for five minutes whenever I switched between applications.
I have forsaken my Apple roots and purchased a PC notebook, and I don't feel the least bit bad about it. I wanted a brand new computer, and to buy a brand new Apple equivalent to my Dell probably would have cost me at least twice as much. It's also nice to know that I can use all of the same software that's available to PC users without having to settle for an inferior version.
I've got a couple hours before I need to get ready for work, so I'm going to try and make some minor template adjustments. If it looks the same next time you visit, I probably got irritated and gave up, but I don't see that happening. If it's totally different, let me know what you think!
The next three movies I will be watching, courtesy of Netflix:
1: The House of Yes
2: In The Bedroom
3: Where The Truth Lies
