So let me tell you about the awesome day I had yesterday. Now I know that in the previous blog I told you we were having the picnic. I know I also gave a brief description about the two alcoholic/junkies that work here. What I didn’t tell you was what happened that day involving the shadow boxer guy. Basically because we all didn’t expect what was going to happen.
Shadow boxer’s Name is Frank. He had previously been fired from here but rehired again. Why I don’t know. Like I said he goes in drunken binges the day he gets paid so the next day he’s usually sloshed. But yesterday was by far the worst it’s ever been. We aren’t sure if he had been drinking and didn’t go to sleep or if it involved more than just alcohol. First off the guy looked disgusting. His lips were chapped and dirty, it seemed obvious that he didn’t take care of himself before coming here. So he comes in late right, and he’s hammered as hell. Poor Yvette is trying to weigh the mail but his head is stuck in her window and he’s talking a mile a minute to her, not really making sense. And we’re all just trying to get the work done ya know? So he’s got slurred speech, not making sense and he’s just annoying everyone by following them and talking a mile a minute. Then he starts getting irate. Poor Marvin, he’s old so he can’t do as much as the other guys but he still can help. This guy is trying to start a fight with him, saying he’s mad cuz Marvin doesn’t do anything. At this point it’s a flash back for me. I had to deal with this growing up and I’m not gunna deal with it here. This guy is fuckin ridiculous. So I got so mad I yelled at him. I told him he was really annoying everyone and he needs to relax. I felt like punching him in the face, I truly did. It’s like, how much do I have to put up with here? This is bullshit. So whatever he got mad and was like “Yeah fine ok Vanessa I’ll relax.” And storms away. My hands were starting to shake, that’s how pissed I was.
So this guy goes to the picnic and everyone knows he’s jazzed up. He tries joking with the owners but makes no sense so they look at him like “what the hell’s he on?” Rocco’s getting pissed cuz he sees what I’m talking about and that he can’t use the machines that way. Plus he’s just making himself look bad. Then he starts fights with two different people. I forgot who the first was but he walked away all pissed off grumbling shit under his breath. Then he started a fight with Jerry the truck driver. Jerry’s like “you want me to take u out by the woods so no one can hear u?” It was crazy. And you know how it was handled? We pretended we all were going home after the picnic and dropped him off at the bus stop. He’s back here today with his head down like a sad puppy and no one’s talking to him. It’s just like r u kidding me? he would have been so fired. But Rocco’s too nice man. Whatever at this point the guy disgusts me. I don’t really wanna deal with him at all. At least I won’t have to for too much longer.
It just brings back memories. And I guess because of those memories I harbor some anger from it. But that’s ok ya know? I shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of crap at work. I thought I was done with that shit a while ago. It’s just nonsense.
So anyways the new job has me starting with 28,00 a year. That’s fantastic for me , plus the benefits, plus the cubicle!!! Yay! It’s just exciting. I hope that everything goes ok. I’m sure I’ll be just fine. I think I’m more nervous about the task at hand. I don’t know when I should put in my two weeks. I saw Rocco this morning and said nothing. I’m gunna wait till the end of the day I think. Should I have just gotten it over with? Ugh….my tummy.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Now my only consolation is that this could not last forever
Hey guys! So I think yesterday’s interview went well. I’m hoping to get a call today. Everyone seems very lax there. Very nice people as well. I didn’t realize how much clout my uncle has there until I saw all the cubicles and then his nice office separated from them lol…with a nice sign on the door with his name and everything. The woman I would be working under was like “Yeah he’s got the nicest office here, mine was a storage closet originally. Seriously.” So hopefully today will be the day…
I gotta tell you, I know this is going to sound absurd but I’ve always wanted a cubicle. Now I know what your thinking…Ness you have a nice office. And yes I do, but I’ve ALWAYS wanted a cubicle!!! They are soo frikken cute and u can stick stuff all over the walls. AAAhhhh how exciting right!!? I would get one if I get the job. God that would be sweet. I am such a weirdo.
I’m getting so tired of these drunken “I’m gunna be late” phone calls from my coworkers. One is already late and hasn’t called or anything yet, while the other already called clearly still boxed out of his socks saying he’s on the way. This means he’ll reek of alcohol and act all jazzed up, talking a mile a minute in a high pitched tone with periods of shadow boxing. I say this because it happens every Thursday. It’s the day after we get paid. And I’m not sure which is worse, him calling in or coming in like that. Then I’ve got the other guy who isn’t in yet so either one of two things will happen. He’ll come in late and rush to put his lunch in the fridge and say a quick hello, or I’ll get a call in about an hour with an explanation of either breathing or stomach problems. It’s all the same. Every week, every time. I mean, do you think I wanna work or something? Because I’d love to just blow my job off whenever I felt like it. Everyone who comes in and does the right thing would love to do that also. But it’s called responsibility, and it seems as though no one wants to issue some type of warning or anything. Truthfully, I went to the bar last night. I had four pints and mozzarella sticks and was in bed by midnight. And I’m here, not even hungover or anything. I’m on time and ready to get the jobs done. It not hard to have your cake and eat it too, if u do it wisely. Apparently they are not so wise then.
It’s obvious at this point that I’m being used and/or walked over. And so are the other decent human beings here. And it’s totally time for me to move on. Because if I don’t these people will do this to me for the rest of my life. And I’m no slave. Not to anyone but me at least. I’m trying not to be miserable here, but I’m just tired of the crappola. And I’m sure if u guys were in my shoes for a bit, you would understand exactly how discouraging this place can be at times.
The only positive for today will be the ever so anticipated Lazarus Marketing Company picnic. Ahhh yes… I’ll see folks that I’ve probably talked to via phone for the past four years but not know what they look like or whom they are until they address me with a hello. And then at that point I’ll try to act like I know who they are and give them a “hello!” and “how are u?” Then it’s onto the buffet where they’ll have bunch of good stuff along with undercooked burgers that will end up being given to the caterer to cook a bit more, followed by a speech from the owners. That will follow with the winner of the raffle… and of course since all of us are here and not at the main building to even know about it, we won’t be included. Yes folks… I am Vanessa…and this is my life. Lol.
I gotta tell you, I know this is going to sound absurd but I’ve always wanted a cubicle. Now I know what your thinking…Ness you have a nice office. And yes I do, but I’ve ALWAYS wanted a cubicle!!! They are soo frikken cute and u can stick stuff all over the walls. AAAhhhh how exciting right!!? I would get one if I get the job. God that would be sweet. I am such a weirdo.
I’m getting so tired of these drunken “I’m gunna be late” phone calls from my coworkers. One is already late and hasn’t called or anything yet, while the other already called clearly still boxed out of his socks saying he’s on the way. This means he’ll reek of alcohol and act all jazzed up, talking a mile a minute in a high pitched tone with periods of shadow boxing. I say this because it happens every Thursday. It’s the day after we get paid. And I’m not sure which is worse, him calling in or coming in like that. Then I’ve got the other guy who isn’t in yet so either one of two things will happen. He’ll come in late and rush to put his lunch in the fridge and say a quick hello, or I’ll get a call in about an hour with an explanation of either breathing or stomach problems. It’s all the same. Every week, every time. I mean, do you think I wanna work or something? Because I’d love to just blow my job off whenever I felt like it. Everyone who comes in and does the right thing would love to do that also. But it’s called responsibility, and it seems as though no one wants to issue some type of warning or anything. Truthfully, I went to the bar last night. I had four pints and mozzarella sticks and was in bed by midnight. And I’m here, not even hungover or anything. I’m on time and ready to get the jobs done. It not hard to have your cake and eat it too, if u do it wisely. Apparently they are not so wise then.
It’s obvious at this point that I’m being used and/or walked over. And so are the other decent human beings here. And it’s totally time for me to move on. Because if I don’t these people will do this to me for the rest of my life. And I’m no slave. Not to anyone but me at least. I’m trying not to be miserable here, but I’m just tired of the crappola. And I’m sure if u guys were in my shoes for a bit, you would understand exactly how discouraging this place can be at times.
The only positive for today will be the ever so anticipated Lazarus Marketing Company picnic. Ahhh yes… I’ll see folks that I’ve probably talked to via phone for the past four years but not know what they look like or whom they are until they address me with a hello. And then at that point I’ll try to act like I know who they are and give them a “hello!” and “how are u?” Then it’s onto the buffet where they’ll have bunch of good stuff along with undercooked burgers that will end up being given to the caterer to cook a bit more, followed by a speech from the owners. That will follow with the winner of the raffle… and of course since all of us are here and not at the main building to even know about it, we won’t be included. Yes folks… I am Vanessa…and this is my life. Lol.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Do whatcha want, but u neva gunna break me. sticks and stones r neva gunna shake me ohhh..oohoooohh
Hey guys! So today’s the day...the interview. I was a bit anxious early on this week but I’m feeling pretty ok right now. I know it’s been four years since I’ve been in an interview, but I think it’s gunna go well. I’m pretty put together, my resume is stellar. There really shouldn’t be a reason why I don’t get this job. I really hope that I do.
It’s basically got everything I’ve ever wanted or needed from a job: Raise every six months, dental, vision, and medical, vacation days I can take whenever I want, and opportunity to move up. If I get this thing, I’m gunna have to buy my uncle a hell of a lot of coffee and cigarettes.
I can’t help but get more irritated by the day being at this place. Now that Rocco’s gone he calls me from the main office all the time. And I don’t mind it…but if he’s trying to train Tom on all these things, shouldn’t he be calling him and filling him in rather than me? I’m starting to feel like I’m taking on more than I should. This guy isn’t going to have a clue unless you get him involved and I feel like they call me and then I make things organized for him ya know? I mean, I’m probably being dramatic about this…but in my opinion I’m not getting paid enough to deal with it. Sorry. And I’ve just basically had it period.
You’ve got two workers who either come in late or don’t at all. But since my job is a bit more important I get flack if I don’t come in, or even notify them in advance if possible. I ask for a raise I think I deserve and it ends with a demeaning letter that tells me I’m only gunna get half of what I asked and that I’m on probation. I’ve been busting my ass, helping out tom and trying to make this transition smoother. I’ve been in every day, on time. I even stayed late a few times. I just don’t feel like I really get any credit. Sure, people sing my praises to the owners. But then what? That’s all it is…good words. There’s no moving up…because I’m just too good at my job. And they need me to stay where I am. Whatever.
It’s all about the insurance, baby lol. Pray for me…cuz if I don’t get this I quit. I already woke up late today…so I hope that’s not a bad sign. Laterz
It’s basically got everything I’ve ever wanted or needed from a job: Raise every six months, dental, vision, and medical, vacation days I can take whenever I want, and opportunity to move up. If I get this thing, I’m gunna have to buy my uncle a hell of a lot of coffee and cigarettes.
I can’t help but get more irritated by the day being at this place. Now that Rocco’s gone he calls me from the main office all the time. And I don’t mind it…but if he’s trying to train Tom on all these things, shouldn’t he be calling him and filling him in rather than me? I’m starting to feel like I’m taking on more than I should. This guy isn’t going to have a clue unless you get him involved and I feel like they call me and then I make things organized for him ya know? I mean, I’m probably being dramatic about this…but in my opinion I’m not getting paid enough to deal with it. Sorry. And I’ve just basically had it period.
You’ve got two workers who either come in late or don’t at all. But since my job is a bit more important I get flack if I don’t come in, or even notify them in advance if possible. I ask for a raise I think I deserve and it ends with a demeaning letter that tells me I’m only gunna get half of what I asked and that I’m on probation. I’ve been busting my ass, helping out tom and trying to make this transition smoother. I’ve been in every day, on time. I even stayed late a few times. I just don’t feel like I really get any credit. Sure, people sing my praises to the owners. But then what? That’s all it is…good words. There’s no moving up…because I’m just too good at my job. And they need me to stay where I am. Whatever.
It’s all about the insurance, baby lol. Pray for me…cuz if I don’t get this I quit. I already woke up late today…so I hope that’s not a bad sign. Laterz
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Save the dramz for ur mamz
Hola guys and dolls! Sorry it’s been awhile. I’ve been super busy.
Pretty much settled in the new apt. We need cable and a couch, as well as a few odds and ends. But that will come in time. I’m pretty much done with paying off my kohl’s card. Once that’s done I’ll charge some more stuff on there. Gotta love that thing.
Nothing else is really new otherwise. Been going to the gym and it’s working so im pretty stoked about it. I need some new clothes and a bathing suit.
Doing the physical therapy for my knee. The ortho said I might need shots but he’s not sure as of yet. I’d rather not but he said he wants to try all options. He keeps saying that even though it’s getting better, basically I can’t do any type of activity without it bothering me and it shouldn’t be happening at all at my age. So we are just gunna play it by ear. He also said we could fight for more free Physical therapy when I run out. In a way I feel a bit discouraged because it bothers me everyday and I thought I would be well over this by now. I suppose I just need patience. It is getting better, I just have to take it one day at a time. In the end I guess this means I’ll get a better settlement. As much as I want free money (who doesn’t), sometimes I don’t think this accident is worth it.
Hanging out with Shannon on Thursday. I’m most likely going to bring up the texting incident so I can get some kind of explanation. It needs to be worked out. I’m tired of feeling awkward about it. This doesn’t mean that I’m not still wary of her, but at least they’ll be some sort of closure on my part. In no way will things ever be the same, but working things out is best for the kids and the family as a whole. If we can be ok with one another than I’m fine. But ok is about all it’s gunna be.
Saw my cousin Candace at the bar last week. It wasn’t too uncomfortable for me, why should it be? She didn’t say anything to me and I said nothing to her. Pretty much pretended to be invisible. But I was talking to Joe Curren, who is apparently friends with the cousins and while he’s talking to me and playing catch up, this fat bitch friend of hers calls him over. Kind of like a don’t talk to her situation. I’m like “ok, love how everyone can be adults here.” And Brian was like “What do u expect babe, they’re idiots.” I hope they heard that because I had no problem saying it loud. It’s redonkulous that I have to put up with BS four years later. I haven’t seen this girl for four years and still, when I have to she’s got her friends fighting her battles with petty shit like that. I went to school with the guy, it’s none of your business bitch, go eat a piece of cake ya know? I mean he was nice and all, it’s just that stupid shit. What I love is how some people believe what they hear, and it’s usually one sided. But what can you do? Those are the ignorant ones. As long as I do what I keep doing I’m good. I’m just saying it’s silly that the first time I have to be in the same room this stupid shit happens. It’s unnecessary. Unfortunately some never grow up. I’ll have to keep reminding myself that.
So yea…that’s all. BS mixed in with me trying to get my life together in a new place. What else is new? The dramz follows u everywhere lol. Laterrrr
Pretty much settled in the new apt. We need cable and a couch, as well as a few odds and ends. But that will come in time. I’m pretty much done with paying off my kohl’s card. Once that’s done I’ll charge some more stuff on there. Gotta love that thing.
Nothing else is really new otherwise. Been going to the gym and it’s working so im pretty stoked about it. I need some new clothes and a bathing suit.
Doing the physical therapy for my knee. The ortho said I might need shots but he’s not sure as of yet. I’d rather not but he said he wants to try all options. He keeps saying that even though it’s getting better, basically I can’t do any type of activity without it bothering me and it shouldn’t be happening at all at my age. So we are just gunna play it by ear. He also said we could fight for more free Physical therapy when I run out. In a way I feel a bit discouraged because it bothers me everyday and I thought I would be well over this by now. I suppose I just need patience. It is getting better, I just have to take it one day at a time. In the end I guess this means I’ll get a better settlement. As much as I want free money (who doesn’t), sometimes I don’t think this accident is worth it.
Hanging out with Shannon on Thursday. I’m most likely going to bring up the texting incident so I can get some kind of explanation. It needs to be worked out. I’m tired of feeling awkward about it. This doesn’t mean that I’m not still wary of her, but at least they’ll be some sort of closure on my part. In no way will things ever be the same, but working things out is best for the kids and the family as a whole. If we can be ok with one another than I’m fine. But ok is about all it’s gunna be.
Saw my cousin Candace at the bar last week. It wasn’t too uncomfortable for me, why should it be? She didn’t say anything to me and I said nothing to her. Pretty much pretended to be invisible. But I was talking to Joe Curren, who is apparently friends with the cousins and while he’s talking to me and playing catch up, this fat bitch friend of hers calls him over. Kind of like a don’t talk to her situation. I’m like “ok, love how everyone can be adults here.” And Brian was like “What do u expect babe, they’re idiots.” I hope they heard that because I had no problem saying it loud. It’s redonkulous that I have to put up with BS four years later. I haven’t seen this girl for four years and still, when I have to she’s got her friends fighting her battles with petty shit like that. I went to school with the guy, it’s none of your business bitch, go eat a piece of cake ya know? I mean he was nice and all, it’s just that stupid shit. What I love is how some people believe what they hear, and it’s usually one sided. But what can you do? Those are the ignorant ones. As long as I do what I keep doing I’m good. I’m just saying it’s silly that the first time I have to be in the same room this stupid shit happens. It’s unnecessary. Unfortunately some never grow up. I’ll have to keep reminding myself that.
So yea…that’s all. BS mixed in with me trying to get my life together in a new place. What else is new? The dramz follows u everywhere lol. Laterrrr
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