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2009-03-24 8:33 PM
Survival of the Fittest

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I had my three way talk today...yay me...whatever...

The supervisor, "B", and me. Terry, since you asked, I would be the one to move, because she is worth more. She is a store manager, and I am an hourly paid swing manager. I have always refused to move up that ladder, since I am married to a truck driver. Mike makes more money than I do, and at times, was gone more than at home. At least one parent was to be with our children, and being hourly paid, I was the one to do just that. I gave up a lot of things, like my motorcycle. I was tired of looking at it, not being able to ride it, I sold it to a friend of mine, who totalled it within a week. Mike has always been more important to me than Ronald, and my family has always come first. Now that they are all grown, and pretty much out on their own, I still do not want to move up, I am pretty set in my ways. My job title is a dime a dozen, no matter how I look at it. They pay me fairly decent, I get 4 weeks paid vacation per year, and I am covered under their health insurance. The biggest problem is the six stores that are owned by this franchisee is spread over hell and back. I wish they were closer together, that would give me better options.

Last summer, when I was looking for a job, I finally started talking to other franchises. A couple of them would hire me, but not be paying me what I make now. I mean, lets just say, around $4 an hour less...and 1 or 2 weeks vacation pay, tops. I would have insurance, but the exact same one I have now. I am not saying we are rolling in the dough, but I do have one of the best marriages of all my acquaintances. For me, that is worth more than any money I would ever get at any job.

"B" still doesn't realize the pressure she puts on people, namely me. I am now told I need to let her know when I am uncomfortable. I hope it doesn't get too old for her too fast. I am usually in that predicament with her.

I suggested that we have a team building get-together. I told them that I have led a team dinner before, where we each brought a menu item, list of ingredients, not knowing what we were making/eating. When we all arrived, if someone failed to bring it, we were somewhat screwed, and would have to improvise. We played team games, and learned to play together, which made us better suited to working together. I think "B" liked that idea, we will see.

Derrick and I found $5 on the counter the other day. I put it in my pocket, waiting for someone to ask about it. Since that didn't happen, I sent him to the grocery store across the parking lot, where he was to purchase as many grapes as that would buy. Man, my crew went after that bowl like fat kids on pork chops! Don't give us doughnuts, or pizza, or whatnot...fresh fruit rocks! (go figure)

I came home to Mike in the kitchen. I don't know how long he had been here, but he cleaned the hell out of the fridge! I had knocked over a jar of pepperinci's the other day, and the whole thing smelled like vinager. Not too pretty, but I just haven't had time for it. He was getting ready to fry some potatoes, but wasn't sure what to do next. He sayd that big fat picnic ham has been staring at him, and he really wanted to cut into it. So, I took over, and fried the browns, added his diced ham, and scrambled eggs over the top. Turned the heat off, and threw a bit of grated Tillamook cheddar on top. One skillet goodness. In turn, I promised him that I would shave me legs...tonight.

I started reading a Plum Series book last night. I have been collecting the numbered series to give to my nieces for Christmas. I think this one is either 10 or perhaps 12. I will need make it to a library or bookstore on Thursday.

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