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The last few days I've been trying to focus on waking up every morning and exercising. That's the one thing that I have procrastinated on as far as health goes. I mean, I eat pretty healthfully, but I've not really moved my ass, other than work. Which, I think counts as a work out because you are on your feet all day, but we're talking about pushing past a plateau, not just passing for every day.

So, I get up in the mornings and I do my workout. Then I go to work, then I come home, and do the work out again. Now, the work out is only 18 minutes, and that'll be increasing with time, but I wanted something to get me into exercising gently. So, I do that same work out a.m. and p.m. When it's only 18 minutes. There aren't any excuses.

I also bought a Yoga DVD. I wasn't sure how I'd react to it. I must say it's what I wanted, and much different than I expected. And, I do believe I'm addicted to it. I only do it every other day because it is a bit time consuming and I don't want to over extend my muscles. But, by march, I'm hoping to do it every day. Yoga refers to the lower part of the pelvis as the sitting bones. I like the term sitting bones. It's even fun to say. Anyhow, the reason I'm addicted is that when I am doing it, I yawn my ass off, and by the time I'm done, I go right to bed. It completely grounds me. I have had issues being able to unwind, and this is definately the cure.

Work has been strange lately. I was called hateful yesterday. Odd, I think I'm pretty easy to get along with. But, considering that I address the person as 'boy wonder' both to his face and in reference, I suppose I had that coming. When I shockingly added, "Hateful?!" He says, "Yes, I have never worked with someone so hateful." Mind you, the source offends me not. I just reply, "I think it's because I have a limited amount of patience for incompetence and unjustified pride." He says, "See?!! Hateful!!" I accept this from him and say, "I may be hateful in your terms, but I work my hateful ass off, and if you are ever offended by something I say, you need to say exactly what it is so that I may explain it. I am not in the practice of being negative without reason."

Now, let me give you a bit of history. This is the same ass that decided to show me how to work with lettuce after seven months of doing it the same way, he's going to show me the 'Wendy's way.' Ok. show me, but do it once, I can see what you are doing, and when you are in the vicinity, I will chop lettuce Wendy's way And when you leave the room, I'll chop it my way. Now, I don't know if things have changed, but I worked for a chef when I was sixteen all summer long. Guess what I did every day. Lettuce. Now, the CHEF tells me. Never let your knife leave the cutting board. And I've listened all these years. Boy wonder is swinging this knife that is 8" long around and I'm like.... um. no.

We had a new person this past week. One with experience. I get assigned a different job than lettuce and she gets stuck with it. The manager is supposed to help with lettuce. Not some of the time, not in between phone calls, not after they've done something else. But they are the lettuce cutting bitch from 7-8:15. Where is boy wonder? Off getting product at another store because they still haven't figured out how not to run out of shit. Where is the new girl with experience that I don't want scared away? 8:30 chopping lettuce.

So, I help her finish. Then tell him that if he isn't going to do what he's supposed to, then he needs to have someone help her. Not my perogative, it's fact.

Yesterday, I'm doing lettuce, I had some help from Tiffany while Boy Wonder is putting away the truck order and checking inventory. MCFLY.... You are supposed to be doing lettuce.

I am nearly finished. I'm finished with the part that takes the most time, the next part, easy as cake. Guess who comes over to 'help me bust out lettuce.'

If you didn't understand all of the above, imagine that you were promised help with cleaning the house, and you cleaned almost all of it by yourself and then the person who was supposed to help you, only takes out the trash. Then, they claim they've helped you clean the whole house.

This shit doesn't fly with me. And I've got the ultimate back up.

"Shall I call Tracy?"

aka The area manager. Because why? Because I'm right, and Tracy is the one who told me.

I *love* having a trump card. Tracy loves me. That's even better? But before anyone thinks I'm a suck up, I'll say, I work my ass off, and I am extremely particular about cleanliness and sanitation. I am forever bleaching the handles on everything. I mean. Nasty. Hello? If it's a handle or a door knob, it gets bleached.

Flu season? Ring a bell?

So. Tracy is the magic word, and I don't use it a lot. Just when I know that they are trying to pull some backwards shit. It's amazing how quickly they respond to this.

So, before I left, Boy Wonder was going on like a presidential candidate, " I promise, before I leave this store, it will be a nice store."

Asshole. It was nice before you got here. Why do I call him Boy Wonder? Because he's a side kick. He thinks he's dynamic, but really, he'll take just as many short cuts as anyone else when it comes right down to it. But instead of admitting this, he puts on airs.

If this makes me hateful. Then I'm suprisingly ok with this.

Well, Today is a muse day.

ttfn

Posted by hawkie at January 16, 2004 08:10 AM