Sweet Catastrophe

Some very specific people at work are making me want to pull my hair out. There’s one associate who will only work a specific number of hours a week. If they’re scheduled more than that, they call out or show up late to adjust down to that number. This same employee is late absolutely every day– but then if they’re scheduled until 5, at 5:02 they’re calling up front to ask where their replacement is.

I have no problem with someone being late. It happens. It’s not killing me to stand there a few extra minutes, but if you know you’re notoriously late, you just can’t get pissy when you aren’t leaving on time. It just doesn’t work that way!

Then today an associate wanted to complain to me about the above mentioned person when I came to give them their 15 minute break. They ranted and raved. And then took a 30 minute break. 30. Not 15.

There was something about a pot and a kettle…

I told Ryan one of the biggest reasons I didn’t want him to start back working in Jacksonville is that his car can’t handle it.

Cut to Wednesday, time for his first show back, he makes it all of an hour out of town before he breaks down. So we lost $200 on a tow (but it would have been $400 if I hadn’t thought about calling in a favor) and because of the way Ryan’s brain sometimes works (*cough*doesn’t*cough*) I got dragged into it and had to drive him down to Jacksonville. Won’t lie, I cried a little. Having it sprung on me like that was just shitty.

He’s having a shit weekend for sure though. His old laptop finally kicked it so I’ve been looking at prices on the Acer Aspire for him– he’s Acer all the way when it comes to laptops, and then they got pulled over. Luckily it wasn’t when he was driving, but it all left him with an hour of sleep last night.

I feel bad for him, but maybe he’ll rethink taking this job back now.

I went to Douglas after work yesterday; I had promised Jesalyn I would. I made the mistake of mentioning something Ashley said on Facebook about starting a prenatal vitamin and wow she went off. I’m disappointed my new niece or nephew will be 18 hours away, but she’s downright pissed, and a little depressed, too. She won’t even talk to my brother right now. I have no idea how that’s all gonna play out.

In other news, I got to teach Jesalyn that pink and blue make purple (yeah I know, red & blue, but our blankets were pink and blue :-P) and that was probably the most adorable thing I’ve seen all year. She was just so excited to figure that out. I can definitely see the joy people get in being teachers.

Got some semi-happy family news today! My brother and sister-in-law are having a baby!! In Oklahoma… =(

I haven’t talked to my mom yet, but I know she’s probably more upset than she is happy. When James moved to Oklahoma Mom made him swear to her that it would only be two years for school. Now he’s married and has a house there. Her biggest point when they argue is not being close to her grandchild. Could a mesothelioma lawyer handle a family court case? ‘Cause at this point I wouldn’t put it past my mother to take some sort of drastic legal action to get them closer to Georgia! I’m not even kidding.

Me: Is Momma upset? lol
James: Big time! Here’s your chance to take off to Louisiana while she’s pissed off at me.

I give it a week before she tells me it’s time for me to have a baby.

I’m happy for them, but I can’t say I’m not a little upset, too. I love Jesalyn and Joshua more than anything and hate that I won’t really have the opportunity to bond with my new niece or nephew the same way.

I’m crossing my fingers and toes and hoping that I got cleaned up quickly enough today because I actually had a customer essentially bleed all over me. It wasn’t anything too serious, she just unknowingly pulled open an old wound on her hand, but it was all over the stuff I was ringing up and I didn’t notice until I saw it on her white credit card. To my credit, I totally kept my cool and got her cleaned up and bandaged and got everything on the register cleaned up before I ran to the bathroom and totally freaked out a little. How could I not? *shivers*

Will just laughed at me and went on a spiel about how old people are always bleeding– and really they are! They have such thin skin! I’m not looking forward to that! Would something like the best hgh releasers help me avoid that when I get older? Seriously, when I get older I’m going to carry alcohol wipes and bandaids around with me.

Alright, this is it. Kristi’s wedding is in less than 2 months. This is my public declaration that I’ll be exercising at least 3 times a week. Period. It’s time to take it down another notch on the sodas and junk food, and kick it up a notch on the physical activity.

So far I’ve found that making really small adjustments has worked for me. I just have to stay aware of what I’m doing and keep making adjustments and not giving up on it.

I’ll be deciding what I want to do with my hair soon– am I going shorter or planning an up-do? Maybe going a little red again? And jumping on some murad skin care or something to just make sure I look my absolute best when I meet everyone and stand next to Kristi on her special day =)

I’ve dubbed this “The Week From Satan’s Sand-Encrusted Vagina.” Sounds about right.

Today I wake up to our roommate telling me that he has some personal issues he needs to take care of and his mother is on the way to pick him up. He’s moving out. He’ll be paying for March. The end.

I applaud him for making the hard decision he made, but that doesn’t ease the financial pinch that puts on us. That adds $300+ to our monthly bills.

We’re scrambling right now to figure everything out.

We skimped on our anniversary last week in favor of doing something bigger this weekend since we’re both off, but now I don’t know if we can afford it. Not that we have huge plans, but we were planning to spend over $100 this weekend and I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.

I’m stressing, of course. There’s so much we’re trying to save money for and now we might have to drop all of that just in favor of being able to keep up rent.

We’re just trying to figure it all out. We’ve been coasting for a while, I guess, so now it’s time to make some decisions about what we’re doing. Are we staying in Valdosta? Is it worth moving to a different place here? I mean, could there be a New York job search in our future? I think we both know we don’t want to stay in Valdosta permanently, but neither of us can really pin down where we’d rather be, or what we want to do.

Right now I’m just severely craving my childhood when all my decisions were made for me and everything seemed to just magically work out.

Is there a millionaire out there feeling incredibly charitable who might want to just give me a large sum of money? I’m fairly positive I could make just a simple million dollars stretch a lifetime for me and mine. I assure you I’d be more than grateful.

Can you even fathom that? I couldn’t either till this week. We have this one lady in town who’s very known. She moves around quite a bit and has normal stops. We were talking this week about once when she came into the store during a Commercial Sales event. Someone offered her a donut, but she turned it down because it wasn’t Krispy Kreme. We all got a kick out of that, wondering how you could be homeless and afford to be that picky. I mean, obviously if you’re homeless you’re not worrying with apidexin reviews and the like, usually just hoping to eat something in a day.

Turns out, though, someone else had actually had a long conversation with her in the store one night. It was when it was getting really, really cold at night so they asked if she had any family they could call so they got in touch with her family and it turns out this woman has money, she has a home, she has an entire family! She just doesn’t want to be home. They drive up (they live in Florida) every now and then to check on her, and I guess she contacts them every once in a while, but she prefers to live this way. I don’t know how she came to be in Valdosta, but it’s clear she’s not totally there– for instance, a beam of light from one of our scan guns touched her foot one night and she just freaked out about how it had just given her cancer. *shrug* I just can’t even imagine how things must have been for her family for them to get to the point where they just had to back away and let her be “homeless.” Craziness.

I went on a spending bender this week :( I didn’t buy anything full price– I got a lot of clearance stuff and $1 DVDs online, but still, I just couldn’t seem to stop.

I went to dinner with a friend last night and then we went next door to look at laptops, he’s in the market for a new one as well, and I was proud that I didn’t spend any money myself, but ugh…today I went to Target, intending to spend $3 but quickly found that there were tons of clearance stuff all over the place.

Some of it’s going back– I bought some bathroom rugs and stuff that just didn’t work, but I just couldn’t get away from the pretty red “clearance” tags! I did get a really good price on a Pyrex saucepan and I’ve been slowly working on replacing my cheap cookware with quality stuff so I was happy about that.

No more spending for me though. Period. I was doing so well with not spending any money at all and one tiny DVD search just killed it all!

Thursday our HR associate was handing out these individually wrapped cookies to promote our new employee website. The store had more than it needed, so some of the guys were getting two cookies. TJ was asking Steve whether he’d gotten his cookie yet, asked how many he got, and then said, “gimme a cookie” and just continued on. Steve started acting as though he couldn’t hear TJ– like you would a 5 year old when you’re trying to get them to realize they didn’t ask politely. TJ was clueless! We kept picking at him until he finally repeated back what he had said, and turns out he didn’t even realize he’d said, “gimme a cookie,” He had no clue he’d even said it! Just the idea of cookies brought out his inner toddler without him even noticing. It was a little on the hysterical side.

On that note, I’m beginning to resent men and their metabolisms a little more every day. I work with so many stick figure guys who scarf down some of the most awful things without blinking. Our new loader– I think I mentioned before how tiny he is, I’m pretty sure I could snap him in half with one hand– his locker is full of junk. I walk into the break room and he’s tossing back snack cakes, pretzels, and chips…how is that fair?! How many guys go their entire lives without even momentarily considering the best diet pills, or at least make it to middle age before they have to think about their weight, versus the majority of females who start worrying about their weight the moment they hit puberty and have it on their minds for the rest of their lives?

They get to act like toddlers and eat like toddlers with no apologies necessary. Being nagged to take out the trash for the rest of your life seems such a small price to pay for that luxury…