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hopping back on the horse
last night i took a container of lasagna and a hunka bread to Miss Thang, who was working second shift last night at the hotel. it was so good to see her -- she sez, Ah miss mah white momma!! and we chatted it up for a while. i left a note on Buddy's desk...(you don't call, you don't write, you don't visit, i spend every day weeping becuz mah frein's doan love me no mo!) and he called this morning, laughing and apologizing. he'll be stopping over at lunch time, where i'll break the news i'm cheating on him with another hotel.
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yes. today is my first day, second shift, at the new hotel.
i have ten friggin' pieces to get out by tomorrow (five are written and waiting for insertion and the final polish) and then i have fourteen more due friday. yeah, like this is gonna work.
*sigh*
my timing sucks.
but okay, we put that aside for now. i'll get it done, i always do, and i'm not worried about that. it will be late nights, early mornings and that's okay too.
but i just have a hinky feeling, even after (or maybe especially because of) conversations with the GC and Gem. and even though neither one of them have been anything less than 100% supportive, i get the feeling they were a little disappointed that i took the job. (don't say anything, bella, we'll talk about it later, i know, i know already.) and maybe, it's just a projection of my own disappointment.
which is much more likely.
at any rate, it should be interesting.
****
am i nervous about the job? oh hell, no. my concerns are:
1. they'll expect me to train the entire FD staff on a system they don't know how to use for a dollar an hour over minimum wage. i'm not a good trainer. i don't have the patience. get the training books and call 1-800 SUPPORT, is what i say.
2. insidiously, bit by painful bit, they will suck me into more responsibility than i am prepared to accept. this is a common theme, and must be guarded against at all costs. guarding takes energy.
3. my knee won't be able to handle the stairs and taking out the trash. (gawd, old age SUCKS HAIRY MONKEY BALLS. SRSLY.)
4. time will, once again, be in short supply.
5. Miss S. will turn out to be as back-stabbing and sneaky as i've heard and as i suspect.
****
my head is spinning. it is so hard to know what's the next thing, what's the best thing to do.
****
right now the next thing is to finish up the Retrievers and move on to the Basset Hound. no Boxers and no Shi-Tzus this time around, but did you know there are records of Foxhounds being scientifically bred as far back as the 17th century?
now, armed with that precious fact of trivia, go astound and amaze your friends who have no idea! make their day!
****
okay, now leave me alone with the dogs.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
****
yes. today is my first day, second shift, at the new hotel.
i have ten friggin' pieces to get out by tomorrow (five are written and waiting for insertion and the final polish) and then i have fourteen more due friday. yeah, like this is gonna work.
*sigh*
my timing sucks.
but okay, we put that aside for now. i'll get it done, i always do, and i'm not worried about that. it will be late nights, early mornings and that's okay too.
but i just have a hinky feeling, even after (or maybe especially because of) conversations with the GC and Gem. and even though neither one of them have been anything less than 100% supportive, i get the feeling they were a little disappointed that i took the job. (don't say anything, bella, we'll talk about it later, i know, i know already.) and maybe, it's just a projection of my own disappointment.
which is much more likely.
at any rate, it should be interesting.
****
am i nervous about the job? oh hell, no. my concerns are:
1. they'll expect me to train the entire FD staff on a system they don't know how to use for a dollar an hour over minimum wage. i'm not a good trainer. i don't have the patience. get the training books and call 1-800 SUPPORT, is what i say.
2. insidiously, bit by painful bit, they will suck me into more responsibility than i am prepared to accept. this is a common theme, and must be guarded against at all costs. guarding takes energy.
3. my knee won't be able to handle the stairs and taking out the trash. (gawd, old age SUCKS HAIRY MONKEY BALLS. SRSLY.)
4. time will, once again, be in short supply.
5. Miss S. will turn out to be as back-stabbing and sneaky as i've heard and as i suspect.
****
my head is spinning. it is so hard to know what's the next thing, what's the best thing to do.
****
right now the next thing is to finish up the Retrievers and move on to the Basset Hound. no Boxers and no Shi-Tzus this time around, but did you know there are records of Foxhounds being scientifically bred as far back as the 17th century?
now, armed with that precious fact of trivia, go astound and amaze your friends who have no idea! make their day!
****
okay, now leave me alone with the dogs.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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