Currently, it is almost 4a.m. I keep strange hours now. I hesitate to say that I think I am adapting. After three months, I am no longer dragging. I am still fighting this little virus that is trying to undermine my immune system. I was completely exhausted on Monday, extremely tired on Tuesday, and a little out of it today. If tomorrow follows the trend, I anticipate being all better in 3 days. Lots of water, garlic, and vitamin shakes planned for next 2 days off.
I have Thursday and Friday off this week, and I intend on taking it somewhat easy so that I can fully recuperate. I haven't determined if I am going to go back to the gym this week or next. Tonight was the first night that I actually really had the desire to return to working out. I know some of it has to do with the winter blahs, but I believe the majority can be chalked up to stress.
Tell me, (anyone) why is it that you can be almost 3 weeks late for Aunt Flo's arrival because of stress? I mean seriously, as if being late doesn't add a stress of it's own. Sheesh.
When I wake up, I am going to clean my room a little, and then head over to my sister's house. I'll be spending the day with her and my Jammer (nephew). I will be taking her to her ultrasound appointment tomorrow and hopefully this child won't cross it's legs. I'd like to know if I'm going to have a niece or a nephew.
I talked to my manager today about what I needed to do to prepare myself for the next step in management. (Because I just can't let myself get comfortable and stay there.) No, really, the next step in management is what I've wanted all along and it's almost twice as much as I make now. He only had one suggestion. If that is the case, and I only have one thing to really work on, then I am hoping to be considered/accepted for Assistant Manager by April.
This time, when I go through training again, I am not going to compensate for the extra stress by going to the gym less. Or, by eating french fries and rootbeer. Bad habit. In my defense, there was a Tim Hortons baking fresh doughnuts (all damn day) that shared a lobby with us. The smell was inescapable. It was either half a dozen raspberry filled powdered doughnuts, or eating out of the fry trough.
Since I am planning on returning to a fitness schedule, I am stopping to think about where I am, and what goals I wish to accomplish this time. I am considering Winsor Pilates. I've heard really good things about them, and shaping and toning had best be in my future.
Ok, I've finally bantered enough, and it's 4:15am. I've finally wound down enough to sleep.
I had a great weekend. Mike and I have been planning to take this weekend for five months. We headed up to Detroit very early on Friday morning, and did not return until very early this morning. As expected we did way less socializing than we probably should have. But, we don't get a lot of time with each other at the moment, so we stayed in the hotel room a lot and napped, watched movies, ate (oh my goodness we ate so much) and just enjoyed some uninterrupted alone time.
I am completely spoiled right now. I am certain that there is a stench, I am that spoiled.
I had to work an obscene amount of hours/ days in a row to get the three day weekend that I requested. This resulted in my feet being so sore that I could barely walk. I was hurting my back by trying to walk in a way to take some of the pressure/pain off of my feet. Then, Aunt Flo decided that she was going to announce her visit with a terrible case of cramps/ lower back pain, which did not let up until Sunday. (unfortunately, this means that I missed the drumming/ dancing)
My beautiful staffmaker was even better than perfect. He insisted on buying a massager, a pair of big fluffy turquoise house slippers, midol (which he purchased on his own so that I didn't have to get out of the car.) and some vegetarian sushi.
We also did a little gift exchanging. I had already told him/ showed him the quilt I made for him (it still has to be tacked) and I showed him the faerie and dragon figurines that I made for him out of sculpey clay. (they need to be baked, but the dragon is sleeping in a circular way with his wing extended. the faerie is tucked up and sleeping in the area under the wing. It's real sweet. They come apart, and i look forward to finishing them.)
He bought me a pink Ipod Mini. I am so chuffed. I intend to go directly to the fitness club and strut around flashing my Ipod.
I thought that perhaps our room would have a miniature table in it, I have a picnic basket-backpack that I wanted to use to set up a dinner table for the two of us. So, I improvised. I took everything off of the desk and moved it to the center of the open space and set up our little table. It was really cute.
I was missing a few pieces out of it, so when we went to walmart he bought some pieces to help make it a whole set.
There was a masquerade ball on Saturday night. I was a dark faerie. Black and silver mini dress, black and silver wings, black feathered mask, fishnet thigh highs, and to top it all off, 3/4 length (over the knee) catch-me-fuck-me boots.
We didn't stay at the costume ball very long. Wonder why. I'll also need a new black and silver dress. It seems to be emmmm.... unrepairable.
>:)
Mid Sunday, Mike and I met up with Jon and Susie at Big Boy and enjoyed a nice brunch. There was a moment I looked at the check (a no no for me, Mike has insisted on paying for the whole weekend) and I told him it was habit, and that I did it by accident. I told Jon and Susie I called him Daddy Warbucks this weekend, and Mike says, "No, she just called me Daddy." I turned so red.
Mike and I seem to be fighting a flu bug. So we laid down for a nap and were gonna pack up the car, and visit Kim, Katie and Christian on the way out of town. Well, we woke up late, took too long to pack up the car, and the weather was scarey. Under ideal conditions we would get home around midnight. We got home close to 2 a.m. So, unfortunately, we missed out on visiting them. But Mike and I intend on being at the wedding in May, so we'll all meet up yet.
I was all set to come home, and have to work tonight. I was all set to have to go into my job and act like a royal bitch because they've been dicking me around/ working me like a dog. (I have been made to feel that I must beg/bend over backwards for any schedule requests, and they were seemingly unwilling to work with me on letting me have Sunday night/ Monday mornings off. Plus, I never get to know my schedule until it's so late that I can't make any plans to do anything. Not to mention that I am just plain exhausted from the erratic schedule)
I am not one for throwing in the towel, but I was going to to go work, see my schedule, and then call my area supervisor and ask for a store transfer. I just *knew* that this is how it was going to go.
I went into my work, picked up my check, saw that they had given me an acceptable compromise, and given me my hearts desire : working 4 days a week, 10 hours a day, a month long schedule, and sunday night/ monday mornings off.
So, feathers all ruffled for no reason. Even better, I have today off. Which is absolutely perfect because I'm exhausted, I have a ton of shit to put away and I am fighting a cold. So, I am drinking warm tea and trying to put away my stuff tonight. Usually, I don't catch colds any more than a sniffle. I have a fever and a sore throat, so I am trying to appease them.
I'll be going to bed early or taking a nap... one of the other. I'd really like a burrito.
Yesterday was the first day that I had to open a shift by myself. Getting to the store before everyone, with an hour by myself, I absolutely love. I can do what I need to do, and nobody is there to tell me how, or to bother me.
I did alright. It's all a learning experience. There is training, and then there's application. Application is a lot different. At any rate, everyone is hovering over me trying to make sure that I'm okay, even when I'm not asking for any help, and it aggravates me while it's happening. Later, I realize that it's a good thing that I have a good set of managers to help me.
I practiced my power over the helpless yesterday. We have a satellite music station box. It has 200 selections of music to listen to. Before, I was at the mercy of the managers that played whatever they wanted to listen to. Yesterday, it was MY choice. For the hour that I was alone and setting up, I listened to Alternative Music. "Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches." First song of the day. Woo hoo!
Then, my crew gets there. They prefer Urban Beat. Which is R&B/Rap. Fine, Good stuff to dance to. Motivating music, rock on. When we open, my manager is nagging me to change the 'ghetto music' as he calls it. He nagged me at least 5 times. Finally, I went in the back and changed it.
Now, mind you, my crew and my customers are primarly a R&B/Rap/Soul/Pop music crowd. What did I chose?
80's music baby!
I totally showed my age, and the fact that you just don't realize how many lyrics to old songs you have stored in your noggin.
As a result, no one really stayed a very long time in the dining room. Hilarious.
In other news, I am going to pick up my spanish book evry day and do a lesson in it. I think that there is 25 lessons. I hope to do them all within 25 weeks, and hopefully cross the bridge that is bilingual to actually fluent.
I was sweeping at the training store, and I told them in spanish to 'watch your feet' Well, apparently the word for 'feet' and 'crotch' is very similar. I told them to 'watch your crotch, I'm sweeping.'
16 days until Convocation where Mike is taking me for a whole weekend. We will be in Detroit and I hope to meet up with Susie and Kim for at least a lunch or dinner. I really would like them to meet Mike, and for Mike to meet them. I fear I have dropped the ball on trying to arrange it so that more people could come with us. I have been pathetically caught up in malaise and drama.
Though, being back at my own store is seriously doing me good. I figured that it would. I missed everyone, and it's just nice to be so close to home. AND AWAY FROM THE HORRIBLEY WRETCHEDLY TEMPTING SCENT OF TIM HORTONS EVERY SINGLE DAMN DAY. If you couldn't tell, there was a Tim Horton's attatched to the training store and there is absolutely nothing that I can have there.... that I want.
Fruit bowls and and fruit cups became available on the Wendy's menu this past month. This has been reason for much rejoicing. I was becoming a bit tweaked by the same foods every day. And not really packing my lunches sorta left me optionless. Fries, side salads, baked potato. That's pretty much it.
Gotta make the donuts.
I mean
Gotta make the burgers.
oy.
x
I counted my chickens before they hatched.
I was contacted by John the other night. He got my phone number from his caller ID. He wanted to offer me the chance to file the paperwork with misconduct claimed against him. I told him I didn't want to file any misconduct. I wanted a disolution a peaceable agreement between us.
He starts saying things about how I'm doing him wrong and committing adultery. He wants to know more information about the withertos and whyfores surrounding my decision to separate divorce and exactly where Mike and I started seeing each other. I explained to him very succinctly what my decision was based on. I reminded him of his behaviour at the toga party. Drunk off his ass in front of all my friends sucking face with his conquest for the evening. Discretion was the promise made to me, it was broken. I had to send someone else over to him to get him to take his behaviour elsewhere. To which he says, "I wish that you'd said something to me, I wish that you'd taken interest in me...."
So, It's my fault? That sentence implied that if I'd done something differently, then he wouldn't have done that. WTF ever.
So, I told him to say whatever he needed to say because this conversation would be the last that I would have with him. I seemed to get some minor points across, but I think reason is lost on him.
We had our number changed... So, I ended up with an email about "The Future" from John. He has changed his mind. He doesn't want the divorce. He wants me to come back to him. "even now" (interpretted means, 'even though i think you are cheating on me.') Notice how everything is about what HE wants. Well excuse me for not wanting to spend the next seventy years living paycheck to paycheck, and slowly killing myself while he gets nearly everything he wants.
So of course I am going to get screwed in this process. I am going to end up having to pay for a full fledged divorce while he drags his feet the whole way.
Just great. I'll write more later.