“Take a Lunch…”
So my boss came in to the dispatch office and told me to ‘Take a Lunch.’.
I replied ‘I’ve never taken a lunch. It’s been forever since I’ve had a lunch break. In fact it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten how to take a lunch!’
Got to thinking about the truth in that, and it’s been a good 4 years since I’ve had a lunch break. Or rather, been sent on one.
My last lunch break would have happened in 2005 when I was working at Perkins as a hostess. My job after that, when I moved to Virginia for 4 months, was as a sandwich master at Subway, and a waitress at a nice little pizza place called Atlas Pizza, both of which were between 4-6 hour shifts, and therefore, unneccessary for lunch breaks.
When I came back from Va, I worked in a gym as the receptionist, and though I worked 8-12 hour shifts, I worked straight through my lunches because we were short handed, so between computer work and pressing the buzzer to let them in, I would take bites from the Villiage Inn or coffee shop food that we would order from on occassion. Sometimes I didn’t even eat!
At Claire’s, after moving to Lakewood, I would mostly work a shift alone, and wasn’t able to leave the store; even my short breaks were cut shorter from answering phones, or customers walking in, so lunch breaks there were nil.
Pier 1 worked me 4 hours a day, sometimes I’d be lucky to grab a double, but when those doubles came, I always had a few hours inbetween, so that’s not really considered a lunch break.
In security, sure I’ll take lunchbreak…the whole day! We only really work when something goes on and that changes from day to day, but I don’t announce that I’m on an official lunch break, going to a call in the middle of it, and continuing it after everything has slowed down. In dispatch, I’ll eat as I work, only calling for breaks when I need a cigarette, or to run and get food from the fast food places right across the street.
And because I’ve forgotten how to take a lunch break, I figured I’d write a blog about it, to fill in my 30 minutes, and get my mind off of it. Now that I think about it, I really don’t care for lunch breaks. It’s boring. All I’m doing is sitting here, outside, in the cold, looking like a chimney as I continuously take puffs from cigarettes I should only be smoking every couple of hours.
<3,
xoxo!
Another sleepless night
I really hope Jake understands.
I mean honestly, truthfully, understands.
I hate having to cut our days short because I need this little thing called sleep.
I already have one day I don’t sleep a week. Today will make it two days. Yes, true, I coulda said no tohorseback riding, but Jake and I don’t get to see eachother as often as we’d like and it’s been a few weeks since I last hung out with him, so I figured I owed it to him to not sleep on my last day off, and go riding with him.
He asked me if we could spend the whole day together and I answered that it would depend on if I could sleep or not. He answered ‘Ah.’ which, to me, doesn’t sound pleasing.
This is the reason I hope he understands. Honestly, truly, understands.
I’ve explained to him about my being a night owl. I’ve tried explaining to him that his 9am is my 9pm; that I sleep during the day. He KNOWS that I usually go to bed between 6-8 in the morning and wake up between 3-5. I’ve operated that way since about the new year, when I switched to working night shift. Even before then, on my days off my schedule would run like it is now. The only difference was on days I worked, because my old shift started at 2, I would be up around 1, still going to bed around 6-8am…so really, he should know my sleeping schedule, he’s known me for almost two years now.
Anyway. I really hope he understands when, come about five or six o’clock tonight, when I start becoming bitchy and moody, that it’s not him pissing me off. Just the fact that, in my time, I would have already been up for over 24 hours the second time this week, and just want to sleep.
Should he happen to ask about it, I have decided I’m going to tell him, for the last time, my schedule is backwards. Though we were riding horses starting at 11am, it was my 11pm.
I’ll go ahead and probably tell him that I’ve told him this before, and inquire about what he’s not getting; the fact that he’s dating a night owl, or the fact that I am human and need sleep to function as bubbly as I usually do when we get together later at nights.
Depending on my mood, I’m hoping to make it as nice as I can.
Who knows, I may even tell him what I’ve wanted to tell him for some time (I just haven’t found an appropriate moment to bring it up) that maybe he should get up at 2am for me and live my schedule for a week to see how he likes being sleep deprived. I get off work at 3am. He starts work at 6am. We could have breakfast for a week or two, and on his days off we could play on my schedule, again, for a week or two and see exactly how he holds up trying to work like that, trying to please his family with the schedule I have.
He’ll soon notice my point.
And for those of you wondering, I’ve always been like this. It started back in middle school and no matter what I’ve tried, I cannot magically become a morning lark. Yes, I’ve spoken with doctors, and they’ve all said it’s depression. Depression I’ve experienced. This isn’t depression. This is just a case of having a screwed up internal clock, and I’ve becomed accoustomed to it and have accepted it. I only wish others would.
So, in all respect toward the boy I really do love dearly,
I hope he understands.
Because I’d hate to be a bitch about it.
<3,
Xoxo!
Lets shake and bake
My co-worker, Jane has the innocence of a five year old child trapped inside of her much much older body. A one-track mind has her going all day, most of the time one step behind everyone else. She questions, a lot. Even things just said to her, she’ll forget within a second and you’re suddenly stuck in a ten minute game of answering the same question over and over again.
Most of the time, the lot of us will try our hardest to avoid the dispatch room, but at closing time it’s nearly impossible. The fact that she can’t send two e-mails, turn off the computers and shut off the lights in five minutes makes all of us antsy. By the time we clock out and she does her last rounds of double checking everything, even contemplating sweeping up the floors, we’re pulling our hair out.
Last night, Jane had decided to lock the doors for the first time; a task usually done by the rest of us while we painfully wait for the sound of freedom. It’s a simple task, stick the key into the lock and turn it, and voilà! The doors are locked!
“You have to shake the door while locking it,” I told her, watching as she opened and closed the door a few times as if she was making sure the door wasn’t lying to her on not being secured. She stuck the key in and tried turning it. It wouldn’t budge. She opened the door casually, closing it again, and turned the key. I stepped closer.
“Jane, shake the door.”
She gave the door a shake, then quit to turn the key.
“At the same time.”
She then began a game, shaking the door for a moment before stopping to turn the key. I watched her with bated breath, fingers crossed, ignoring the urge I had to look at the other officer standing behind me. I found myself nearly crawling over the countertop to assist the elderly lady in securing a door.
“You gotta shake the door at the same time you’re locking it, Jane.” I became more firm in my instruction, wanting to just grab out at her and push her aside, but also wanting her to succeed in locking a door.
Jane started laughing at this point, cracking light-hearted jokes about how hard it was to turn the key and took it between bother her hands, trying to force the key to turn. Wincing, I took in a deep breath, now standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with her.
“Shake the door.”. I told her yet again, and watched her take the handle with both hands as she started to shake the door.
“Good, now at te same time, a you’re shaking the door, turn the key.”
Surprisingly, this ordeal didn’t make me angry, but rather amused. Here’s a lady who’s been around the sun twice as many times than I have who should have had plenty experience in securing a door.
I can’t think of a really good way to end this story, so I’m just gonna say we all left, on time surprisingly. Jane was able to lock the back door without any problem, except only after tucking the key back into the lock box did she notice she had left her coffee mug inside.
<3,
Xoxo
Sleeplessness
So here I sit, at work. It’s going on to 25 hours with 30 minutes of sleep and I’m seriously considering smoking in the office.
It’s not busy, quite slow actually, but just having to work with my boyfriend is stress enough. Any of you who work with a loved one will know what I mean by it’s not a good idea in the least bit.
Ok, so now it’s actually going onto 28 hours of no sleep and I have an hour and a half left of work. I got my jumprope finally so I have to brush up on my jumprope songs. Last night while jumping with a piece of string I could only get through the first rhyme in the Teddy bear Teddy bear song. Sad, right?
My goal is to learn all of them I can and hopefully, with my newfound love, I can reach my goal weight. Depending on how motivated I am by the end of it, I’m hoping to drop another ten to fifteen pounds by Halloween. I’m gonna shoot for one month so maybe I can surprise my Beau with the princess leia slave costume he wants me to wear and not have my pooch of a tummy, but something tells me that’s not realistic. It took three months for me to loose ten pounds, of course I cheated for a few weeks there because of my vacation to Chicago. Just managed to get my weight down to where it was before I left.
Wow, ok, so this blog has taken a turn than what I planned it being about haha. That’s ok though. I’ve been three hours without working with my boyfriend and so most of my stress has melted away. Excited to move the blog onto what’s on my mind I guess.
Anyway, back on track here. For those of you wondering, no I’m not starving myself on diets fit for supermodels. I actually have been eating what I want when I want, I’ve just been smart about it. I have been excercising, not as regularly a I was three months ago, but starting two nights ago I’ve been getting back on track with that.
I think most of it is because a lot of my friends have been getting married and having babies. With Jake and my relationship getting more serious as time goes on, I figured it wouldn’t hurt starting to turn my body into something that would fit into a wedding dress that I won’t embarrass myself in from, as I mentioned above, my pooch, or my intoned arms.
I was talking with mama about how pregnant people gain weight, as my friends have and I’m determined to at least get down into shape before I even think about that so maybe I can keep weight gain to a minimal.
I know I’m jumping way into the future there with my thinking, but time isn’t going by any slower so why the hell not try to get ahead of my game for once?
<3,
Xoxo
Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
So I work with this lady named Jane. I’m not going to crack any jokes about her age, but she’s old compaired to me.
She can diahcout critisim and bull shit, yet, when it’s provided for her to talk openly about it in a non-biased environment, she can’t do it!
I had a “marriage counsling” session with her today with our ever wonderful boss.
In this “meeting”, we each had a chance to let go at eachother and tell eachother, taking turns, the things that bothered us about eachother.
I started, and let it all go. I told her how I felt like she was treating me like I was a day new there even though I’ve worked there well over a year. I told her how she rambles on and on about things that aren’t important to our job, taking me away from my work. I told her how she interrupts me and doesn’t pay attention to the things I say; getting information wrong, or making me repeat time after time.
She spent the whole time on her side defending herself because she didn’t want to say what she disliked about me. Instead, she said she didn’t think anything wrong was going on between us and acted totally shocked and surprised (she was near tears) when we started this session.
Funny how our boss was the one who told me about it after he told me that she had come to him with a few complaints.
After the group was done, what does she do? She pulls aside our watch commander and tells him everything she doesn’t like about me, and the like!
He told her that she had her chance to clear the air between us but blew it because she didn’t want to say anything.
I made sure she knew that I enjoy working with her, after all, I do. Sure she may get annoying, but she knows her job and is like the mama bird to all of us, making sure we’re all safe and alive at the end of the day.
You work with the same 4 people for over a year, and you form a small family bond. Though you may dislike eachother sometimes, they’re still family and you learn to cope.
I just wish she can take the critisim when she dishes it out about other people.
As I said earlier, she worked with kids, babies and tykes, for thirty years. No wonder why she’s acting like one.
<3,
Xoxo!
The hell with it all!
Where to start.
Oh, I know…at the beginning.
Well fuck y’all, I’m not starting there because that would mean I have to go back 20 years…and I really don’t think you want to read that much.
Let’s just say, it’s been one of those weeks. Nothing’s gone right…except for the normal ‘being alive’ thing. Everythings gone wrong…except the world’s spinning, continuously bring fouth new days…can’t it stop?! If only for five minutes?
The thing that has made me want to blog this, had just nearly an hour ago, had me yelling like Linguini from Ratatouille when Remmy bit him. Only, this was no mouse. This, my friends, was the outcome of my bank, and one of it’s neighbors.
Let’s take it back to Thursday, payday. I have direct deposit, and as such, I am used to recieving my paycheck on Thursday midnight going into Friday. Ironically, this was going to be the paycheck that I’d start setting aside money for my Chicago trip coming up in a month….exactly two paydays away.
Since I am a night owl and cannot get up in time to catch an actuall person teller (trust me, I’ve tried, no good), so I have become really close friends with an Automated Teller Machine, otherwise known as….ATM.
I took a trip to this faithful money giver of mine firstly, to pull out rent money. After recurving that part, I went to check my balance to figure how much to pull out to put away for Chicago, whilst leaving me enough money for my lunches and wystones until next pay day, and my phone bill.
However…
I barely had enough to buy a carton of cigarettes!
I was stuck wondering where my money was.
Lo and behold, I remembered it was Memorial day just that week. Things were pushed a day behind. Then again, shouldn’t direct deposit still have come on that day? Doesn’t direct deposit mean that the paycheck is automatically put into your account, while everyone else has to wait for their paycheck?
Letting it slide, I waited a day, and voilà! It was in there by Friday’s midnight.
Rubbing my hands ever so gleefully together, I attempted to pull out the money I wanted to set aside.
Denied.
Their ATM was having technical difficulties.
…
Sunday, I let it go, dreaming of an obese guy, plummer like, bent over the inside of that machine and fixing it up new.
Monday came and I went over after work.
…still having technical difficulties.
Today, during the last hour of work, I went over…STILL not working. So I pulled off my account balance.
Deciding to get smart, I hurried over to the bank across the street, US Bank. My card went in, I entered my code and amount to take out ($300.00), and sat patiently as it bleeped and blooped.
Suddenly, it sounded some kind of alarm. I stood there for two minutes, acting like Linguini. Quietly of course, as it was 2 in the morning and I didn’t want to wake up all of Belmar, though I gladly would have.
Two minutes passed. I smacked the machine, pressed buttons, glaring into the hidden camera. It asked me if I would like a reciept and spat my card back out.
I still didn’t have my money.
I began my walk back over to my bank where I was going to pull up my account balance and see if US Bank had taken the 300 out of my account.
On my way, I pulled up Twitter and twitted FML (fuck my life) over and over again for the whole 130 characters.
Checking my balance confirmed it.
The US son-of-a-bitch Bank took 300 dollars out of my account, but didn’t give over my money.
I cursed all the way back to the office, called the US son-of-a-bitch Bank 24 hour customer service number and explained my delima.
The lady told me to call my bank and have them sort it out, deferr it or whatever the word was she used.
I called my bank. Told them who I was. They know who I am, because less than a year ago, I had to battle them just to get a debit card.
I am now waiting ever so patiently (it’s running really thin) for a call back from them.
Oh, but that’s not all.
No sir.
Had to spend 2 months with a hurt toe when all the dr, nurse, specialist and therapist had to do was give me a fucking shot in it. I could have been back to normal in a week! Noooooooo. They had me go on for 2 FUCKING MONTHS before they came to that conclusion.
And, now my iPod is fucking screwed up. It shuts down before I can even pull it up. The guy at the AT&T store said he’d never seen something like that. Go fucking figure. If I only had a nickel for every time someone told me that…
Dad yells at me if I keep the laundry in the washer because I fell asleep, giving me bullshit that it’s gonna mold and smell bad. Heaven forbid I forget it in the dryer when I go to work…especially when I couldn’t walk because of my toe! Mom leaves her clothes in the washer for 4 fucking days and can because ‘they pay the bills.’ …then don’t go bitching to me because my room is messy! I’m waiting for my fucking turn to wash my clothes, without botching at the two of them to get their clothes out of the washer!
I treat myself to a somewhat expensive gift every now and again, but it’s always paid in full and something I can afford, yet dad bitches about my spending money I don’t have, then goes off talking about buying a new car…hell, just this past week he said he could afford to have another child! I know for a fact he can’t. Why? Because he’s always complaining about not having enough.
My right ear’s clogging up when I sleep, to the point I am litteraly deaf until I tug at it a few times. Lord only knows how much the doctor will charge for an ear cleaning.
I bought shampoo and conditioner that is likely to have nair in it…had to waste two full bottles and buy some more.
And don’t even get me started on the people I work with!
<3,
Xoxo
3′s the magic number, right?
Oh man, where to begin! Started my week off, as you can read in my previous blog. Then, the next day I found out that my sister, Emma, passed out at her work and was found wanderng the halls of her work not knowing where she was. Figuring it was a stroke, they took her to Lutherian, a hospital a few blocks away.
One of the worst hospitals in my family’s opinion. They gave her two tests; a pregnancy and Co2 test, and a MRI. Found out her Co2 level was extremely high, her thyroid was up and her potassium was low. The doctor got called away on an emergency and Emma had to spend the night in the hospital, expecting the test to continue on in the morning. The morning came and the doctor told her that they had no idea what was wrong with her, but they weren’t going to run any more tests and sent her home.
On Tuesday, I was chasing skateboarders at work in the garage and when they didn’t listen to me when I told them to sit on my bumper (Police were on their way to tresspass the little hooligans, so they had to), they hopped into their vehicle. I tried bluffing them into staying by standing behind their vehicle, and the kid driving began to back up. He honked once, I started to move but he didn’t give me time to get out of the way and continued backing up, shoving me out of the way with his vehicle.
About 7 hours later, my big toe on my left foot had pain. It felt like it had to pop but it didn’t.
So I spent all of yesterday resting my foot and half of today resting. Cleaned the bathroom, which made my toe sore, but it’s not hurting near as much so that’s gotta be good. Been watching my series 4 of House MD that came in the mail today. Great stuff to cuddle down under an electric blanket and watch.
I finally got my best friends address to his navy boot camp, so I wrote him a letter which should be mailed out tomorrow. I’m planning on writing him every weekend since I’m in dispatch. Two letters even, if one doesn’t suffice.
=^^=
Well, I am going to watch another round of House. I have a police agent I need to call concerning my hit and run…something about numbers being wrong?!??? And I have another hour before he’ll be at work.
So, until next time!
<3,
Xoxo
Oooh…nothing…
So we, at work, just finished a week without our dispatcher, Jane (because she finally took a much needed vacation). In her place as Paul and Vasiliy….though Vasiliy was out in the field more than he was in the office. It started out alright, but then I noticed just how much I’d rather work with Jane than Paul. Don’t get me wrong, Paul is a great guy, knows the job, and is a great friend, but I just can’t work with him for a shift, let alone four days. He had me tugging at my hairs and wanting to get shit-faced at the end of every shift (as I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who felt that way), so I’m really glad Jane is back.
Jozette finally watched RHPS, and liked it. The usual first time creeps occurred, as usual, but that changed after a few rounds…and sounds…LOL. We both have the soundtrack now. I don’t know about her, but mine is played daily. It’s turned into a kind of relaxing cd for me at work. I’ll play it driving around, or sitting in the dispatch office…mixed in with my other delightful cd’s of choice (see my list of cd’s for further information).
Nothing really substantial has happened, really, so I’m sorry if this blog isn’t riviting. It’s Wednesday, so I’m going to do my usual Wednesday things and get together at Wystone’s with Jozette later! Then who knows what colors we’re going to paint Belmar! Haha. And then Thursday, a movie night with my Brother and his girlfriend, jake and I…if we aren’t snowed in. I hope not!
Until next time, innit!
<3,
Xoxo!!
My friday, your Tuesday.
I waited all week for this day. I had a split weekend last week, and it threw me for a loop the rest of the week, not to mention, adding an extra three hours onto my schedule.
I’m not sure what will be happening this weekend, I know jake and I are going to get dinner and see a movie now that plans for the play Tabg Concubines has moved into April.
I wanna get a group together to go and see Rocky Horror Picture Show. But first, I must find a theater playing it! That’s important.
Well, my work break is over, so I have to get back to work =0P
<3,
Xoxo!
Toffee pudding cake at Wystone’s…my favorite place in the world! Yum!
