I've had the most amazing year. I still have moments of painfull self-examination, but these are about the person I am now, not the person that I shed around this time last year. I am mentally and physically healthier than I have ever been in my life. I even have a very interested and interesting young man pursuing me. It is about obviously more than an imploding relationship, but this poem on the Ambulance Driver blog perfectly encapsulates my experience:
Invictus, by William Ernest Henley:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Mea Culpa
I am a Very Bad, No Good Blogger.
I'm still alive and very, verrrrrrry Busy.
Between Hashing, Karate and everything else, I just drop when I reach home. The last thing I want to do is struggle to write something meaningful and witty.
I'm fine and quite happy, see yall round when I have more time on my hands.
I'm still alive and very, verrrrrrry Busy.
Between Hashing, Karate and everything else, I just drop when I reach home. The last thing I want to do is struggle to write something meaningful and witty.
I'm fine and quite happy, see yall round when I have more time on my hands.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Happy New Year!
No I'm not dead, I just got slammed with work related stuff for the past few weeks.
Work sucks hairy monkey balls and I need a new job.
Fatgirl out.
Work sucks hairy monkey balls and I need a new job.
Fatgirl out.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Cause I Care!
When THE most Epic Christmas rant in the History of, well...HISTORY is written.
I will cheer and start sharing out the alcohol (while encouraging everyone to get shitfaced.)
Merry Freakin Christmas Bitches.
I will cheer and start sharing out the alcohol (while encouraging everyone to get shitfaced.)
Merry Freakin Christmas Bitches.
*Eyetwitch*
The Overcaller called me this evening at 9:30pm.
I have no idea WHY I answered the goddammed phone.
We've changed our guard schedule in the last week. The Psycho-Bitch wanted to know exactly how much we are paying the guards. Welll since they are paid every 2 weeks and that means I haven't done payroll as yet, I don't have a very good idea how much they are being paid exactly.
Also, since you are calling me at 9:30 in the fucking NIGHT, I don't have the schedule infront of me so that I can work it out.
The Overcaller went nuts, and not a funny nuts. She used this as an excuse to shit on me from a height and tell me that I am incompetent. REPEATEDLY.
If she was infront of me I would have gone at her. I was literally shaking with adrenaline, especially when she told me, "Well I hope you know how much YOU are getting paid."
Why yes, I know how much I get paid. I am paid by the month and not by the hour, so it's pretty easy to work out.
I was damn near in tears of frustration by the end of the conversation. I then called my parents to tell them that I was DUN. Done with dealing with this Creature.
In my venting I said "I don't care if I have to move back in with yall, I am not taking this shit anymore."
Well Dad then said, "I don't know if you realise it, but you're making a very good salary and it's just one woman out of how many."
Yeah Dad, but she more than makes up for the kind words everyone else has for me. It's really hard to remember the compliments when Pscho-Bitch is screaming in my ear about how she finds it so very funny that I'm the "Manager" and I "just have nooo clue how much we are spending on salaries."
I mean God I know I'm an adult and I have to be responsible and all, but I've been with this job for 4 1/2 years now, it's not like I am ditching it after a month cause it's too hard or something.
The Psycho isn't going to go away and either her or her husband WILL be on the Board within the next few months.
I think that's enough abuse for anyone.
Edited to say:
I checked my e-mail last night and realized that she, her husband and the other residents who were in that "meeting" had all been e-mailed the schedule since last week. They had the information and thus had no need to call me.
Her husband called me this morning at 7:48 asking me for the information. I gave it to them. I was then informed that they want to hire back a guard who had quit without notice. I was to come to a meeting this afternoon at 2pm in order to offer him a "package" to get him back.
Thanks ever so much, you're now going to make me hire someone who had walked off for more money than my other crew are getting ? My crew stuck with me, agreed to take a cut in pay, and have communicated their concerns with me. I have been working with them to resole their issues. I don't care how good you think this guy is, I have much more respect for the guys who continued working.
I have no idea WHY I answered the goddammed phone.
We've changed our guard schedule in the last week. The Psycho-Bitch wanted to know exactly how much we are paying the guards. Welll since they are paid every 2 weeks and that means I haven't done payroll as yet, I don't have a very good idea how much they are being paid exactly.
Also, since you are calling me at 9:30 in the fucking NIGHT, I don't have the schedule infront of me so that I can work it out.
The Overcaller went nuts, and not a funny nuts. She used this as an excuse to shit on me from a height and tell me that I am incompetent. REPEATEDLY.
If she was infront of me I would have gone at her. I was literally shaking with adrenaline, especially when she told me, "Well I hope you know how much YOU are getting paid."
Why yes, I know how much I get paid. I am paid by the month and not by the hour, so it's pretty easy to work out.
I was damn near in tears of frustration by the end of the conversation. I then called my parents to tell them that I was DUN. Done with dealing with this Creature.
In my venting I said "I don't care if I have to move back in with yall, I am not taking this shit anymore."
Well Dad then said, "I don't know if you realise it, but you're making a very good salary and it's just one woman out of how many."
Yeah Dad, but she more than makes up for the kind words everyone else has for me. It's really hard to remember the compliments when Pscho-Bitch is screaming in my ear about how she finds it so very funny that I'm the "Manager" and I "just have nooo clue how much we are spending on salaries."
I mean God I know I'm an adult and I have to be responsible and all, but I've been with this job for 4 1/2 years now, it's not like I am ditching it after a month cause it's too hard or something.
The Psycho isn't going to go away and either her or her husband WILL be on the Board within the next few months.
I think that's enough abuse for anyone.
Edited to say:
I checked my e-mail last night and realized that she, her husband and the other residents who were in that "meeting" had all been e-mailed the schedule since last week. They had the information and thus had no need to call me.
Her husband called me this morning at 7:48 asking me for the information. I gave it to them. I was then informed that they want to hire back a guard who had quit without notice. I was to come to a meeting this afternoon at 2pm in order to offer him a "package" to get him back.
Thanks ever so much, you're now going to make me hire someone who had walked off for more money than my other crew are getting ? My crew stuck with me, agreed to take a cut in pay, and have communicated their concerns with me. I have been working with them to resole their issues. I don't care how good you think this guy is, I have much more respect for the guys who continued working.
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