Thursday, July 10, 2014

And This Is Where I Kill You...

angry puppy is angry
Yeah, so I'm a little grumpy right now. I'm at work so that should give you a bit of a clue as to why I'm less than stellar.

I've been more confused-grumpy than actual grumpy-grumpy, but there are days where I just don't get it. [I don't.] And I'm not sure I ever will.

I believe myself to be a rather smart individual. By no means am I a physicist or NASA engineer, but I can stream thoughts and ideas together in my mind and come up with something logical and comprehensible.

And then, there's shit like this...

copied/pasted from my Facebook

I'm not going to really get into it since there's history toward my grump-factor about certain things, but I'm sure you get the gist of the above comment.

I asked for three days off next month for my friend's birthday up north. To be more specific, I usually get off work on Fridays at 5pm so I can work my usual shift, and I'm off Sundays and Mondays... so all I need is to have Saturday night off. The schedule is made month to month so since it hasn't officially been done yet, and having a month advance notice to plan things out for ONE FRAKKIN DAY, you'd think this wouldn't be a problem.

I mean, COME ON! We're apparently fully-staffed, and since the new peeps got hired, I am no longer closing by myself on Saturday nights. I'd hope that the new guy will have his shit together enough to be able to handle one night alone. FRAK, I've been doing it for years.

Am I wrong in thinking that this is not my issue to have to handle? I mean, if I needed to have a day off this week - a week that has already been scheduled and posted since the beginning of the month - I would totally try to switch someone and get the day off. But this? It's a month in advance and for only one day? Is it really that hard to process and put together? I hope not.

My schedule had already been frakked up once when back at the beginning of January I asked for the first weekend of February off so I could go to my niece's birthday. (She turned 6 this year.) I was told "Sure! That shouldn't be a problem. Just remind me toward the end of the month closer to when I'll be making the schedule." All month I made comments to her and told others that I was looking forward to seeing my niece and that it was her birthday. If she asked to stay late or do a certain task, and I would say okay, she'd say "I owe you one", and I'd joke/remind, "You mean, in addition to getting the first weekend of February off?" and she'd say "yes".

What happened? She scheduled me that weekend. And when I called her on it, she knew she frakked up and then proceeded to ask me to check if someone could take the shift. At that moment, I immediately thought, "Wait, that's not my problem. You said I could have the time off. I reminded you all month. Then when you make the mistake, I'm supposed to fix it? AWWW HELL NO!!!" When there was no one to take it, she had asked me, "Do you need both weekend days?" Um, hello? I'm going out of town to see my family. One way is three hours. So yeah! I need both frakkin days.

I know how you feel, dude.
And now this.

I'm tired of being angry and grumbly and wanting to "reach back like a pimp and slap the ho" - to paraphrase Eazy-E and Dynamite Hack.

Anyway, if it was up to me to take care of things, I'll just stop going to her and do my own thing so next time she looks over and sees I'm not at my desk, she can call, and I can say, "Oh, I arranged to have the day off since apparently I'm in charge of my own schedule."

I don't want to be catty, but she makes it hard sometimes.

Okay. Enough of me being grumbly. I'm done for the day... and get to do it all tomorrow.

Later my lovelies.

Have Goodness!

I checked my work email from home and found that my manager had been working late tonight. She replied to the email I sent this morning before I had to go help out with dispatch.
this is what I sent this morning...

and this is what she sent later that night...
how that made me feel... (goodnight y'all)

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Looking For My Groove...

Like the quote? I used an image instead of typing it out. You may call it being lazy. I call it trying something new.

Now what to talk about... oh yeah. I need to write more - plain and simple.

I've been having all kinds of ideas bubbling up in my noggin that I'd like to get out, but for some reason, I just don't seem to have the time and energy.

Mostly the energy.

And yeah yeah, I know. MAKE the time. I do try that, but frak it's hard.

Work is... well... work. My mind seems to stay busy with work crap - phone calls, typing, paperwork, menu revision, trying not to kill people who take me for granted or treat me like crap - but after my shift ends, my body starts to shut down. My mind screams "Freedom!" and starts shouting about all the things it wants to do, but then the body is yawning begging for a coma nap.

I need to get my body back into some kind of... better shape. Started back up at the gym but have paused again because 1. "powerloss" is making me nauseous which I don't want at the gym, and 2. my ankle.

I always start off my gym routine with an hour on the treadmill. When I first started going to the gym, it took a while for me to work up to a whole hour, and then I petered out a bit, but it's like riding a bike, right? I went back, feet were not happy, left leg (aka the car accident leg) started voicing loud unhappiness, but I'm gravitating now between 45min to an hour... depending on what kind of day I'm having.

But now my lovely left ankle is quite unhappy with me... again. Back after the car accident, my left leg - from about knee to ankle - swelled up causing me to limp a bit. Occasionally the chiropractor had to adjust my ankle - which is not the most pleasant feeling in the world compared to when my neck and back get adjusted.

Now I don't think I have to go back to the chiro, but I do need to take care of myself. Anthony B at work (a fellow Filipino half-breed) said I needed to RICE it, but it's a little difficult to ice an ankle at work. I tried that last year when I was all swollen and sore. The desks at work are not conducive to properly icing... or even elevating for that matter... one's ankle. I can do the other two, so at least that's something. I took Jessie F's advice about wearing more stable shoes for the time being since I have these comfy sandals that have a little bit of a heel to them, and I have been stumbling on my left ankle lately. So yeah... I'm being good, and hopefully I'll be able to get back to the gym and melt some fat off.

I also need to get back to making/bringing meals to work. Crappy thing is that I can't really cook here. The kitchen is always cluttered and poorly organized and the times I've redone the kitchen fridge and the pantry, it just got frakked up again. I made myself a shelf in the garage fridge as well as a shelf in the door of said fridge, but sheesh. I just took it.

It's so hard being OCD in a house that knows it's got an organizational problem and does nothing to really fix it. *sigh*

I haven't updated any of my story blogs. (I know, I'm a bad story blog mama, but I'm aiming to fix that soon.) Also I've been looking over my Figment account. I only have one story on it (a contest submission I did), but in looking at the page, I'm wondering if I should add one or a few or all of my story blogs to Figment. I can update "Chapters"... not sure though. Also was part of the Book Country beta and am wondering what I should with that account.

I'm terrible at this. *headdesk* <Help?!>

I've been adding notes almost every day to my NaNoWriMo story for this year so that's still something. I'm hoping that by the time November rolls around, I'll have enough to write a complete novel this time around. And speaking of novels, I'm also tinkering with additional scenes for the two that I still need to finish - "Chloe" and "DG" - but hopefully that'll get underway soon. My revised goal is to be published (in some capacity) by November 2016. Hopefully I can make that happen.

I'd like to get back to the Terry Pratchett school of thought which is to write at least 300 words a day because if you write every day, you can call yourself a writer instead of not writing and just being a lazy bum.

Okay, I'm paraphrasing, but you get my point.

I need a calm zen space to work. I need to not have yappy dogs and stompy, loud older men taking my zen away. Dammit.

I also have to REALLY look over Jim G's outline. I have a couple thoughts, but again, that zen place where can I hear my own thoughts would help in that regard GREATLY.

Man, I need my own place.

Okie dokie my little artichokies... I think it's time I attempt this thing called sleep and hopefully have some pretty righteous dreams. (Can you train yourself to be totally functional with 4-5 hours of sleep? That would be ideal. If so, let me know.) In the meantime...

Later my lovelies.

Have Gooodness!