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once upon a time, there was focus...
work was...work. what else is it supposed to be? yes, there was laundry. yes, the alarm went off (no biggie, happens all the time, people cook in their rooms.) yes, there was major brain suckage ( a whole clipboard of papers and Situations, and a "To-Do" list with 32 entries,) a broken air conditioner and Pissed Off Coffee Man told me when he asked where i was, he was told i'm working day shift. oh hell, no i'm not. that's not going to happen -- as much as i'm having difficulty getting a handle on this shift, there's no way in hell i'd work any other.
consider: first shift entails being Miss S.'s Bitch.
consider: third shift entails correcting all mistakes made by Miss S. and the under-trained and new staff.
it seems a smart career move to stay right where i'm at. of course, she has me on one first shift next week, but that is NOT going to become a habit.
it's nothing like i thought or was told, and almost everything i'd feared. but, it's a job, right? it will serve until the Empire is ripe.
****
i'm hooked on Sour Skittles, even though they make my tongue raw and my stomach bitch. it's the bitter with the sweet. very tasty. after a while, the bitter doesn't taste so bad.
but that first one -- hoooo, doggy! *PERK!*
there's a metaphor, an alliteration, or an analogy lurking in there, but i'm too tired to dig it out tonight.
****
tomorrow morning i will pack stuff up, clean out the car, and gas it up (O W W W C H.) that way i can vamoose early friday, before the Major Thunderboomage moves in. hopefully i can beat it and still not get a ticket.
still not funny. speeding tickets suck.
****
i'm a little worried about Gem. we only see each other a couple times a week, due to our opposing schedule, even though we live in the same house. she seems to be getting frailer -- she's active, don't get me wrong, but i wonder how the Lupus and Shogren's is affecting her. she has a dry cough that troubles me, and, like me, has no health insurance. she pays as she goes, except for the four digit credit card debt to the dentist (not hard to do. i'll have to pull my own teeth with pliers and a vise with copious amounts of alcohol. i have no idea how i'd handle an appendectomy.)
Women Who Fell Through The Cracks. we should get t-shirts.
****
i don't think life is more difficult for women than it is for men, but i *do* think it's difficult in much different ways. and i think it's harder these days, because the line between what was considered "men's work" and "women's work" is a lot more blurred than it once was. this raises a lot of expectations of one person -- to be it all, do it all. it's not possible to be all things, or to be them all well. something has to give.
****
sometimes, even *i'm* surprise by what's floating here in orbit. well, most the time, actually. heh.
****
i lost my focus. i don't think i ever had focus, so i guess i haven't lost it. i wonder if i could get some on sale, or maybe shop online. there could be a coupon.
*sigh*
****
i'm going to bed. i can focus on sleep.
heh.
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consider: first shift entails being Miss S.'s Bitch.
consider: third shift entails correcting all mistakes made by Miss S. and the under-trained and new staff.
it seems a smart career move to stay right where i'm at. of course, she has me on one first shift next week, but that is NOT going to become a habit.
it's nothing like i thought or was told, and almost everything i'd feared. but, it's a job, right? it will serve until the Empire is ripe.
****
i'm hooked on Sour Skittles, even though they make my tongue raw and my stomach bitch. it's the bitter with the sweet. very tasty. after a while, the bitter doesn't taste so bad.
but that first one -- hoooo, doggy! *PERK!*
there's a metaphor, an alliteration, or an analogy lurking in there, but i'm too tired to dig it out tonight.
****
tomorrow morning i will pack stuff up, clean out the car, and gas it up (O W W W C H.) that way i can vamoose early friday, before the Major Thunderboomage moves in. hopefully i can beat it and still not get a ticket.
still not funny. speeding tickets suck.
****
i'm a little worried about Gem. we only see each other a couple times a week, due to our opposing schedule, even though we live in the same house. she seems to be getting frailer -- she's active, don't get me wrong, but i wonder how the Lupus and Shogren's is affecting her. she has a dry cough that troubles me, and, like me, has no health insurance. she pays as she goes, except for the four digit credit card debt to the dentist (not hard to do. i'll have to pull my own teeth with pliers and a vise with copious amounts of alcohol. i have no idea how i'd handle an appendectomy.)
Women Who Fell Through The Cracks. we should get t-shirts.
****
i don't think life is more difficult for women than it is for men, but i *do* think it's difficult in much different ways. and i think it's harder these days, because the line between what was considered "men's work" and "women's work" is a lot more blurred than it once was. this raises a lot of expectations of one person -- to be it all, do it all. it's not possible to be all things, or to be them all well. something has to give.
****
sometimes, even *i'm* surprise by what's floating here in orbit. well, most the time, actually. heh.
****
i lost my focus. i don't think i ever had focus, so i guess i haven't lost it. i wonder if i could get some on sale, or maybe shop online. there could be a coupon.
*sigh*
****
i'm going to bed. i can focus on sleep.
heh.
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