Little Bit of This, Little Bit of That

You know, of the few people I work directly with each and every day, I am the baby - but somehow, I am also the most mature. I know, crazy, right?

( I am not paid enough for this. )

I can has winning lottery ticket now?

I don't have any desire to be wealthy - I only need enough to support my family while I quit and look for a better job. *sigh*

I have since talked to him. He's had the frigging chest pains since LAST WEDNESDAY. He called the doctor to make an appointment, and when they asked why and he told them, THEY told him to call the nurse line, where he was then told to go to the hospital. Christ Jesus, this man is such a bloody MAN!

His right leg is also swollen from the knee down. At the hospital yesterday an EKG was done, and while it was abnormal, the doctors seem to feel it's "not necessarily heart-attack-related." They kept him overnight because they're doing a nuclear stress test this morning and also looking for clots.

I've had it at work. I don't give a shit anymore; I'm just going to do my job and then go the hell home. I'm tired of being talked over, of being told by the new manager that she understands my point when she won't even let me finish making it. I've had about enough of being asked the same question over and over; I don't make a habit of lying about my work, about what I say I'll do, as anyone here will tell her, as many HAVE told her.

There was a quarterly finance meeting yesterday for all the managers, and according to Victoria in our meeting this morning, she felt bad because all the other managers were bragging about their staff and she couldn't brag about us. There was nothing big or spectacular to brag about, so she didn't say anything.

I tried telling her that in my position, we don't have an opportunity for the kind of spectacular thing she's wanting; all we can do is our jobs, within the assigned time frame - there is nothing we can do that would be considered HUGE and brag-worthy because it would just be part of our job. She was talking over me before I finished, telling me she knew what I meant. Karen, in refunds, has been doing a two person job by herself for two months and keeping up with it just fine, which eliminates the need to hire another full-time employee to replace the one who'd retired, and therefore saves money. Me and my cashiers are posting money faster than ever before. You know what she said? I shit you not, she said, verbatim: "That's not good enough. It has to be something big. Do something huge so I can brag next March."

I am so not kidding; those were her exact words.

There's a pilot program going on right now with IT; one of our better IT guys is training a few people within each unit to be "superusers," the first point-off people when others are having computer problems. So much time is wasted by IT for little things like cords coming loose, restarting a computer, etc., and by having a few designated people on each unit to kind of triage issues, a lot of calls to the help desk will be eliminated and lots of time and resources saved, not to mention money. I'm one of the superusers, and five others. She started talking about it, and got one fact wrong, misexplained the rest of it, then failed to pass on the information they all needed to know. I tried to bring it up again, and she began talking over me again!

I don't even know why I bother anymore. I give up entirely. I tried being open-minded, I tried giving her the benefit of the doubt, I think I have been ridiculously understanding. I was supposed to have a one-on-one with her today, but I didn't bother going. There's nothing she can do for me, especially when she has never once let me finish a fucking sentence. I am done.

On a separate yet related note, who knows how to write a resumé that can make something out of nothing? Because that's where I get hung up, and I am at the point where I just want someone to write it for me.

A winning lottery ticket would also suffice. Just sayin'.

1. OMFG-OMFG-OMFG-OMFG-OMFG, THEY'RE GIVING ME LEAD PAY!! BEGINNING MONDAY, I GET FOUR HOURS OF LEAD PAY EVERY DAY, WHICH IS AN EXTRA DOLLAR AN HOUR FOR EACH OF THOSE FOUR HOURS!! TOTAL CAPSLOCK HAPPY BOOGIE DANCE! Seriously, I had NO faith whatsoever that this would be coming any time soon, if ever. And here today, Sue laid it out for me. No trap, no nothing. Just FINALLY, acknowledgment that I do so much more than my fair share around work. SO. RIDICULOUSLY. PLEASED.

2. That doesn't lessen my work load, sadly, but it's a HUGE step in the right direction...especially as I'm the first to whom they've given this. Ever.

3. Also, I'm supposed to move back down to the other end, but split my stuff between the non-desk and the big desk. Sue hasn't quite thought this through, but she'll get with the program soon enough. I hope. She's as stubborn as I am when it comes to being right.

4. I can't find my paint shop pro, so I spent some of my lunch hour fiddling around with Paint.net and made a few avatars. Use what you like, as you like. Credit would be lovely, but isn't hugely necessary.



The third one is the last part of 1 Corinthians 13:13. The fourth I made up. And the fifth is part of a quote by..uh... *goes to look it up* ...Erica Jong from O Magazine in February of 2004: "Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for." In case you wondered. :)

I may make more later this weekend. And perhaps I'll post them to that community I joined...if I figure out the rules and what they mean... (Beth, that was a hint for help...)

5. Um. I can't remember what I was- OH. I finished my seventh book of the year today. I'm not really on a goal or anything to read a specific number this year, but I know some of you are, so I wondered where you're at compared to me. Out of a ridiculous abundance of curiosity, I guess. Indulge me.

6. Oh, and those of you who care about hair and fashion and the like? HELP ME. It is winter, it is cold, the air is brittle. MY HAIR IS SO STATICKY THAT I'M SHOCKING MYSELF EVERY-DAMN-WHERE. What will help this without weighing down or destroying my hair? Or making me need to wash it every damn day, which only exacerbates the problem? I can't keep sticking lotion in it. That doesn't destroy it, but it does weigh it down and make it get oilier faster. I'm looking for a specific product, I suppose - but please keep in mind that I am a NO-maintenance type of girl. I wash my hair, I condition it, I go. I own neither a curling iron nor a hair dryer. I suppose I could pick up a dryer if I must, but UGH.

Also - my hair is already stick-straight and baby fine (and has oily tendencies at the scalp) , but I've heard that a straightener might help. Any tips or ideas or corrections on that? A straightener is more work than I am probably willing to put into it, but seriously, this is ridiculous. I pull a brush through my hair, and it just goes everywhere, sticks everywhere. Uncool, uncomfy, makes me look stupid. And I don't own a comb, though I doubt it'd make a huge difference. I need to know what to do. PLEASE HELP.

7. Waffle breakfast tomorrow. Completely incredible pecan syrup, here I come. Wonder if they'll notice me sneaking the huge bottle out inside my coat? Maybe I oughtn't, it's in a church, after all... *snerk*

1. A little late, but nonetheless: Welcome to the Presidency, Mr. President! I am looking forward to the next four years!!

2. She's been gone three full days. Sue told me on Friday that she's counting on me to keep the cash app area running smoothly. Me and Chuck. But mostly me, because I'm the one who keeps Chuck from exploding into a billion tiny pieces and quitting when he gets frustrated and upset.

2a. I dreamed Saturday night that Chuck announced he, too, was moving away and therefore leaving me. I was devastated, and I woke up crying. I was going to go in Monday and kick him while informing him, "You CAN'T leave. And stay out of my dreams!" But that might have been more than a little awkward, so I didn't.

3. Sue and I also chatted on Friday about how I don't really want to be a supervisor, but if change is indeed coming and they decide to open up lead worker positions, then I want one of THOSE. Especially as I've been doing the work of a lead for, oh, six years, now.

4. This morning, at nine o'clock, Sue told me she was going to email people to instruct them that ALL payment questions go to me now. Then failed to send ME the email so I could see what it actually said. I cleaned my box out twice this afternoon already. Boy, people don't give a girl a chance to collect herself, do they?

5. I also received an email from the downstairs supervisor. Lucky for me, I'm the only person on the whole entire floor he gets along with easily, so he called me late this afternoon and chatted with me a bit, explaining a few things and offering his help. Thank you, Lord, for small favors.

6. All that said - I REALLY don't want to be a supervisor unless they're offering me the pay raise of the century. In the last three days alone, I've been given about fifty new things to look after, with no relief of my original workload. So, supervisor duties without a raise. Uncool. But hey, at least I get to help head a meeting tomorrow where I get to tell sixteen people who get paid more than I do that they're all doing stuff wrong. Silver lining, right?

7. Dear IT and People Who Give Them Orders:

You know, some of us don't leave our desks at lunchtime because we prefer to keep to ourselves and read or go online or check email, etc. I don't fit in with any of the little cliques around here, nor do I pretend I do. I have a million things to do outside of work, and as I'm unpaid for that precious, pithy little half hour you give me, I think I ought to be able to surf the web while I eat - if I eat - if I so choose.

I still can, of course, but you're making it difficult when you block every fucking site I use. I understand blocking myspace (which I think is ridiculous anyway and I don't use) and I even understand blocking YouTube and Facebook. And while I understand why LiveJournal might be considered similar, I think it was a shit move and you can all just go to fucking hell.

Better yet, how about I leave? I'll plant cameras first, then gleefully watch from home the downfall of an entire hospital organization because you know what? I post the money this institution receives. And now that my boss is gone, I'm the only one who knows how to do all of it.

I hope you all drown in your own pools of diarrhea.

No love - not in any form,
Kim

8. Spaghetti dinner went just fine. It was tasty, people ate it, no one keeled over, and some people who knew how stuff in the kitchen worked came early and stayed late to help me. Bless them, Lord, for they know EXACTLY what they do and I am eternally grateful for it.

9. Haven't gone apartment hunting yet. I so need to get on that. Beth, how long was that special on at your new place? Do you know? We need to check them out.

10. Mikey had to "invent" something for an invention fair over Christmas break. He invented this little device you put right over your glasses, then move a little handle back and forth so it wipes your glasses like windshield wipers. (Yes, pictures will be forthcoming.) His teacher could NOT stop fawning over it. She said to Matt at the invention fair the fourth graders had that a lot of the kids had inventions that were really already invented, but Mikey's was so, so cool. I guess she's taken it to other classes, other teachers, she's had him demonstrate it for all his other classes he's in, she's taken it down to the office to show it off - she is SO. PROUD. of it and of him, and it's just really, really nice to see something so positive in the midst of almost constant "I-got-my-name-on-the-board-again." Just had to share.

11. A meme or two will follow this post - stay tuned. :)

And you know what? That alone gives me more hope than I've had throughout these last crazy months.

Is there anything this man - with his family, with his running mate, with his team, with his country - can't do?

I - we - go forth with hope.

Rise up, America; we've work to do.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

I got this in an email my husband sent and sat here giggling for several minutes. Felt the need to share with y'all.



Hope it gave you a laugh, I sure got one!! XDXDXD.

My grandfather sent me this email today - it's one of many that I receive every day, and while they never blatantly say "Republicans should Rule," they piss me off. This one sent me over the edge:

( Click to make your blood boil. )

So I sent an email back to him:

( My pissed-off response. )

It's funny - my grandfather and I get along just fine, and I love him insanely. But the filth he keeps spreading just drove me over the edge this time. Wonder how long till he forwards my response to my dad? XD.

EDIT: He emailed me back - and how completely typical a response: Obviously someone can't take a joke.

*LOL* I adore the fact that he didn't counter ANY of my points.

And then I had another email from him that said this: ( Quote for the day )

And I had to laugh out loud, because it was mostly true...and that was exactly what I did. *hehe*