This past week has flown. It seems sometimes that I've just put an entry up, and that nothing has happened since I've written... so what do I write?
Well....
I went to an abilities test today. It's supposed to tell how likely you are to get an injury. My temp to hire has finally decided to follow through. The only real condition of employment is the abilities test. They check the strength and range of motion of your knees, shoulders, and back. There have been reports of this dreaded thing, and that the high rate of turnover at my plant is due to this test. I've observed things to the contrary. Usually, when you have a poor work ethic, then you end up fired. That's what I've deduced is the true problem.
I decided to be very zen about the abilities test. I would not treat it like the boogie man coming to take my job away. I would just go and do it, do my best, and leave knowing that I could do nothing more.
That being said... I will find out tonight or tomorrow morning.
I don't think that I passed. That is actually based on probability vs. fear/panic. The machine that they use to measure your back strength wasn't designed with me in mind. No matter what way they lock me into this medival looking thing, there was the end of a bar sticking straight into my back.
No back measurement... probably no job. Will an exception be made for little ol' me? It's possible. I work very hard. (As most workaholics do.)
I've been struggling with something. The concept that we are born with as women. We take care of the home. Then came the feminist movement, and we wanted jobs outside of the home. Did this movement truly help us? Or did it just double our work? We not only have to work, we still are the major caretakers of our homes.
Can someone tell me when the masculinity movement is going to take place?
You know, the one to balance the feminist movement? The one where men say, "Yes! Our women our now breadwinners too! We have been supressing the urge for thousands of years to keep house. Now that our women are working, let's keep house too! Let us define our masculinity by the appearance of our house. Let us make cool macho aprons with sayings like, "Have you seen the ass on this one?" (That's fucking brilliant, btw.)
I am fortunate, my man is thoughtful, willing, affectionate, doting, and generous. Yet, I find that I'd like a better compromise on the definition of messy vs. clean. This isn't to say that he's a slob and we are living in a stye. Maybe (to borrow something my ex used to say) I am a little obsessive on the housekeeping. All I know, is that I can not relax in a (what I think is a) messy home.
I feel like the spoiled brat who has a 50lb Easter basket, yet wanted the 52lber.
I suppose the real problem is that I'm sorta stomping my feet and saying "It's not fair!"
But the truth is if I want my version of clean, then I'd better clean it. This is life.
Though, I reserve the right to blame something. Today, it's the feminist movement.... AF has absolutely nothing to do with it.
*glare*
*goes back to my cleaning*