Going with the theme of getting crapped on for the last week and a half, fate decided to threaten my job.
It seems there is a chance I will be fired from Wal-mart. At this point I am still in a state of shock and am not sure how to feel or react to this. It does suck though. Since I will more than likely be fired from the job I actually like come August.
Let me explain:
During my 9 hour, mundane Monday, I was growing so crazy with boredom, I decided to play a practical joke on my hubby. In the midst of the fabulous remodel we got a fancy new time clock. One of these high tech new features is that you can change the language it uses for you to Spanish.
*I just couldn't resist.*
So even though it is a HUGE offense to use another persons badge, I swiped Matt's and left him a little surprise. Turns out though, that since the universe is pulling against me, an "error message" came up for Matt but it was of course in Spanish so Matt has no idea what it says. It may be a "missed punch" and he might not be paid for his day of work on the 27th because he wasn't able to correct it.
Matt was furious. Even though it was a practical joke gone awry, I got an earful. He already told Personnel what I did and they will probably report it to a manager. Who will then decide what to do with me. Swiping someone else's time card is no funny business. And I shouldn't have done it, but how was I to know?
I'm so stupid. When will I learn?
I always thought I would get fired from Wal-Mart because I am going to snap one day. In my fit of crazed rage I thought I might take one of those shotguns to the T.V.s that play the same 5 commercials over and over all day long. I might have ripped down the twilight display, or thrown someone into it. (who deserved it of course.) Or my personal favorite, sucker punched one of the other associates. (who deserved it of course.)
But not this. This is the lamest reason ever to get fired. Fired. From Wal-Mart. Eggghhh.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Exhaling...
Well, today was probably the most frustrating day I've had at Wal-Mart. But I'm happy to report that I've gotten through it with most of my sanity in tact. I couldn't have done it without my dear husband. I came home for lunch and he let me sob and cry until before I knew it he was making me laugh again.
Things at work are just crazy right now. We are remodeling so departments are scattered at random places around the store. Everyday I walk in and the store looks completely different. So of course, most costumers are confused and a bit agitated. I get a lot of eye rolls and very few "thank you's," but I can deal with that. What really bugs me are the temp hires, the people in charge of the remodel. They have always annoyed me but today I actually had to work with them.
My area was moving, and because I have a shoulder injury, I have to do things a certain way so I don't hurt it worse and Wal-Mart doesn't get sued. I suppose these remodel people deemed my way too slow and started taking over. I won't go into it, but no one at the store has been more rude to me on so many occasions in just one day. And been so childish about it, although it doesn't surprise me, seeing that they are probably all college students or recent high school grads. I hate teenagers. Even when I was one.
And of course, when I stand up for myself, I'm the one who ends up looking like the cat strangler.
But Matty makes it all better. I'm so lucky to be with someone who understands me, but doesn't take my side just because we are married, and he has too. I'm so glad we laugh at the same things, because lately I haven't been laughed with often.
Tonight he gets off at 9:30, so we won't have much time together, but we are planning a romantic evening of Chinese take-out and Netflix, before I have to go to bed early to go back to Wal-Mart in the morning.
Things at work are just crazy right now. We are remodeling so departments are scattered at random places around the store. Everyday I walk in and the store looks completely different. So of course, most costumers are confused and a bit agitated. I get a lot of eye rolls and very few "thank you's," but I can deal with that. What really bugs me are the temp hires, the people in charge of the remodel. They have always annoyed me but today I actually had to work with them.
My area was moving, and because I have a shoulder injury, I have to do things a certain way so I don't hurt it worse and Wal-Mart doesn't get sued. I suppose these remodel people deemed my way too slow and started taking over. I won't go into it, but no one at the store has been more rude to me on so many occasions in just one day. And been so childish about it, although it doesn't surprise me, seeing that they are probably all college students or recent high school grads. I hate teenagers. Even when I was one.
And of course, when I stand up for myself, I'm the one who ends up looking like the cat strangler.
But Matty makes it all better. I'm so lucky to be with someone who understands me, but doesn't take my side just because we are married, and he has too. I'm so glad we laugh at the same things, because lately I haven't been laughed with often.
Tonight he gets off at 9:30, so we won't have much time together, but we are planning a romantic evening of Chinese take-out and Netflix, before I have to go to bed early to go back to Wal-Mart in the morning.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Shtuff.
I'm listening to Third Eye Blind and acoustic Paramore so you can tell what kind of week it's been. I'm really trying not to be emo right now so I'll just focus on the good things.
Matt's still doing really well in school. I can tell everything is taking it's toll on him but he's still hanging in there.
To my amazement, Wal-mart gave me 4th of July off so I will be able to work in the parade for the gym. Courtney has asked to know what hours I "would like" to work next Fall. Because it's the only thread of hope I have to cling to, I'm taking that as a good sign. But I have been fooled before.
I'm really looking forward to my vacation coming up in August, and seeing all of our families. But I can't order plane tickets yet because Matt can't pull together a ride to Salt Lake for Warp Tour the day we are suppose to fly out. We "have no choice" but to go to Warp Tour because "I Set My Friends On Fire" is playing. You Tube them. They are the second most horrible piece of underground pop culture on this planet.
Micheal Jackson is no longer on this side of life. No more scary pictures and creepiness. We always have his oldies, at least.
Well, I guess that's it. Four things is pretty good considering the day I've endured.
Matt's still doing really well in school. I can tell everything is taking it's toll on him but he's still hanging in there.
To my amazement, Wal-mart gave me 4th of July off so I will be able to work in the parade for the gym. Courtney has asked to know what hours I "would like" to work next Fall. Because it's the only thread of hope I have to cling to, I'm taking that as a good sign. But I have been fooled before.
I'm really looking forward to my vacation coming up in August, and seeing all of our families. But I can't order plane tickets yet because Matt can't pull together a ride to Salt Lake for Warp Tour the day we are suppose to fly out. We "have no choice" but to go to Warp Tour because "I Set My Friends On Fire" is playing. You Tube them. They are the second most horrible piece of underground pop culture on this planet.
Micheal Jackson is no longer on this side of life. No more scary pictures and creepiness. We always have his oldies, at least.
Well, I guess that's it. Four things is pretty good considering the day I've endured.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Neighbors.
Growing up on farm land where everyone generally goes to bed at ten o'clock, you get very accustom to the peace and quiet. A lake and a forest separated us from our closest neighbors. I played by myself a lot as a kid. My sister didn't care for Barbies much, so I would usually play alone in my room or explore the enchanted woods with my faithful old dog. Since none of my friends were within walking distance, I found other ways to entertain myself, like catching tad-poles or reading in trees.
Eventually my wild streak took a hold of me and I began to crave more social attention. At 21, I decided to move into an apartment across from the dance studio with my friend's girlfriend. As much fun as my new found freedom was, it took a long time for me to get used to all the elements of living on my own; especially having neighbors.
For the first few months, every time a car would pull up in the parking lot, I would run to the window to see who it was. Sometimes I could hear their conversations...and their domestic disputes. Most of the people in my building had between 4-6 kids by a couple of different dads, so they let their filthy little rug rats run around outside while they worked. The kids got home from school around three, so my naps were few and far between.
All in all it wasn't so bad. I had more trouble getting use to my night owl roommates. Even if they were just watching a movie in the living room I couldn't sleep. Because I'm such a light sleeper I started to wear ear plugs. The problem was I would leave them in all night and sleep through my alarm.
A few nights a week I would be awoken by a drunken brawl out in the parking lot. I didn't mind these so much either. It was like watching COPS Live. A few times I even got to talk to the police as a witness. I saw the cops break up several parties (including my roommate's) I saw my neighbor cheating on her boyfriend, countless arrests, and once I saw this guy get run over by a truck. (Don't worry, he's fine now.) I would be really tired the next day, but the stories I got to tell my cubical mates were totally worth it.
The summer before I got married I moved into my grandparent's vacant house to save money. They lived in a subdivision where everyone was collecting social security and went to bed by eight. With no roommates and boring neighbors, I would have slept great, if it weren't for the spiders lurking around ever corner....
Then I came to Rexburg. Good ol' Rexburg. I figured since everyone in my apartment complex was married and sober, I wouldn't have any problems sleeping. I've never been more wrong.
I understand it's not my fault if I hear them talking or watching T.V., but I shouldn't have to listen to their exciting game of Pictionary after midnight on a Friday when I am forced to get up before dawn. It also doesn't help that our bedroom window faces the street where the rebellious teenagers run up and down yelling and screaming like escaped chimps from the zoo. They like to park at the school down the street and get high. Maybe I'm being a whiney baby, but I don't think any hard working person should have to endure that.
I have my own way of dealing with these people. In Missouri, I found it was best to be polite when making complaints, and act grateful and appreciative when they promise to keep it down. This usually works until the next night. After your first complaint, the neighbors will probably invite you in for a beer. But once you explain you have an office job where you have to get up early, they usually either get the picture or are so stunned someone chooses to work during the daylight they don't ask anymore questions.
This polite method works in Missouri because most people are so used to being yelled and cussed at they find a friendly demeanor out of the ordinary and refreshing. Most people are more friendly and open to suggestion when they are drunk anyway. Unless they are drinking Jagger or whiskey, but that's another White Trash Ethics lesson.
If however, a popped collar, vintage polo wearing tard responds to my first approach negatively, reacting with slurred curse words, I simply insult his limited vocabulary until he his so confused he either passes out or swaggers off somewhere to puke.
People in Rexburg are different though. For one, most of them are sober. Second, they ARE friendly. So they are immune to politeness and reason. (Believe me, I've already tried.) You have to resort to a more "creative" arsenal against them.
I don't like cussing. I really don't. But it certainly gets the point across to someone who's never uttered a potty word.
Cussing is my last resort. When annoying, bellowing laughter, or gallivanting in the street arises, I first asses the situation. Is it after 11? If not, I wait until then to take action. (I'm not an old fogey, after all.) Is it continuous or just a moment of spontaneous noise? Where is it comming from? The farther away it is, the angrier I get. If you're in the building across from me, I shouldn't hear you.
After taking all of these aspects in to consideration, I take action. With a crossed brow and an harsh tone I will stick my head out the window or the door and sternly remind them that it is after eleven and they need to *please* be quiet for the sake of us who actually have jobs. Most of the time this works. But when I get snottily back talked, they leave me no choice.
Saying the word "hell" usually gets the point across. Making slightly violent threats will most of the time shut them up. But the "f" word leaves them stunned. On rare instances, I have gone to bed with a guilty conscience, but that's the sacrifice you have to make around here sometimes to get a peaceful night's rest :)
Eventually my wild streak took a hold of me and I began to crave more social attention. At 21, I decided to move into an apartment across from the dance studio with my friend's girlfriend. As much fun as my new found freedom was, it took a long time for me to get used to all the elements of living on my own; especially having neighbors.
For the first few months, every time a car would pull up in the parking lot, I would run to the window to see who it was. Sometimes I could hear their conversations...and their domestic disputes. Most of the people in my building had between 4-6 kids by a couple of different dads, so they let their filthy little rug rats run around outside while they worked. The kids got home from school around three, so my naps were few and far between.
All in all it wasn't so bad. I had more trouble getting use to my night owl roommates. Even if they were just watching a movie in the living room I couldn't sleep. Because I'm such a light sleeper I started to wear ear plugs. The problem was I would leave them in all night and sleep through my alarm.
A few nights a week I would be awoken by a drunken brawl out in the parking lot. I didn't mind these so much either. It was like watching COPS Live. A few times I even got to talk to the police as a witness. I saw the cops break up several parties (including my roommate's) I saw my neighbor cheating on her boyfriend, countless arrests, and once I saw this guy get run over by a truck. (Don't worry, he's fine now.) I would be really tired the next day, but the stories I got to tell my cubical mates were totally worth it.
The summer before I got married I moved into my grandparent's vacant house to save money. They lived in a subdivision where everyone was collecting social security and went to bed by eight. With no roommates and boring neighbors, I would have slept great, if it weren't for the spiders lurking around ever corner....
Then I came to Rexburg. Good ol' Rexburg. I figured since everyone in my apartment complex was married and sober, I wouldn't have any problems sleeping. I've never been more wrong.
I understand it's not my fault if I hear them talking or watching T.V., but I shouldn't have to listen to their exciting game of Pictionary after midnight on a Friday when I am forced to get up before dawn. It also doesn't help that our bedroom window faces the street where the rebellious teenagers run up and down yelling and screaming like escaped chimps from the zoo. They like to park at the school down the street and get high. Maybe I'm being a whiney baby, but I don't think any hard working person should have to endure that.
I have my own way of dealing with these people. In Missouri, I found it was best to be polite when making complaints, and act grateful and appreciative when they promise to keep it down. This usually works until the next night. After your first complaint, the neighbors will probably invite you in for a beer. But once you explain you have an office job where you have to get up early, they usually either get the picture or are so stunned someone chooses to work during the daylight they don't ask anymore questions.
This polite method works in Missouri because most people are so used to being yelled and cussed at they find a friendly demeanor out of the ordinary and refreshing. Most people are more friendly and open to suggestion when they are drunk anyway. Unless they are drinking Jagger or whiskey, but that's another White Trash Ethics lesson.
If however, a popped collar, vintage polo wearing tard responds to my first approach negatively, reacting with slurred curse words, I simply insult his limited vocabulary until he his so confused he either passes out or swaggers off somewhere to puke.
People in Rexburg are different though. For one, most of them are sober. Second, they ARE friendly. So they are immune to politeness and reason. (Believe me, I've already tried.) You have to resort to a more "creative" arsenal against them.
I don't like cussing. I really don't. But it certainly gets the point across to someone who's never uttered a potty word.
Cussing is my last resort. When annoying, bellowing laughter, or gallivanting in the street arises, I first asses the situation. Is it after 11? If not, I wait until then to take action. (I'm not an old fogey, after all.) Is it continuous or just a moment of spontaneous noise? Where is it comming from? The farther away it is, the angrier I get. If you're in the building across from me, I shouldn't hear you.
After taking all of these aspects in to consideration, I take action. With a crossed brow and an harsh tone I will stick my head out the window or the door and sternly remind them that it is after eleven and they need to *please* be quiet for the sake of us who actually have jobs. Most of the time this works. But when I get snottily back talked, they leave me no choice.
Saying the word "hell" usually gets the point across. Making slightly violent threats will most of the time shut them up. But the "f" word leaves them stunned. On rare instances, I have gone to bed with a guilty conscience, but that's the sacrifice you have to make around here sometimes to get a peaceful night's rest :)
Monday, June 15, 2009
Happy Birthday Mattykins!!!
The so-called "weekend" had its ups and downs, but best of all it was Matt's birthday, and I got to celebrate it with him!
Last year, he was here at school and I was back home so I couldn't do much. We were engaged at the time and I had to add him to my phone plan anyway, so I decided to do it in secret and send him a posh new phone in the mail. He was pretty excited, but the surprise didn't even hold a candle to the prank his dad pulled on him from 1,800 miles away. It was pretty bad. The "FBI" was involved. *snickers*
This year I decided Matt needed a surprise party. I had one on my seventeenth birthday and from then on I decided EVERYONE needs a surprise party at least once in their life. Those of you who have been blessed with one know all about those string tied warm fuzzies that are attached to a party thrown in your honor. So for about two weeks Aubrey and I schemed and plotted, so when Matt and I went to their house for "sunday dinner" he was completely stunned when he opened the door and saw all his friends and was bombarded with balloons.
I can honestly say we pulled it off with success. I've planned many parties in my day, but few without alcohol. So I was a little nervous about the energy level, especially since it was a Sunday evening. (That was literally the only night, besides his birthday, that we could be together.) But I made sure there was lots of food, music, and guitar hero, and I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time.
****side note****
When I was secretly shopping for the party supplies, I felt like I was buying for a little kid's birthday party; candy, balloons, guitar hero gift bags, Transformer plates...
This past Friday was Matt's actual birthday. I, of course, had to work all day, but luckily the birthday boy had the day off. He actually called and asked me if he could stay home from school that day! After a fit of laughter I agreed, since his grades are good. But then he went ahead and attended one of his classes anyway. Aww....I'm so proud:)
After I got home we headed out to Idaho Falls for a night out. It was really refreshing. We were trying to remember the last time we went "out on the town" just the two of us. Sometimes money was an issue, but most of the time we just haven't had the opportunity. We started off the evening at the mall, just bumming around. Matt picked out some CDs he wanted to pirate, and I picked out some new jeans for him. Matthew only owns two pairs of jeans; one of them has more holes than The Obama Religion Conspiracy and the other is so baggy you could sneak an AK-47 into a daycare. Neither of them do I want my parents to see him in.
Next we went out to dinner. Of all places, Matt decided on TGI Fridays. It's times like this I miss Shoguns and Monsoon. But the food was good. I'm *pretty sure* the hostess didn't spit in our food, even after the sour look she gave me when I asked her to move us from underneath the speaker that was blasting the announcers from some hockey game.
I think the best part of the night was going to the nice movie theater in Idaho Falls. I couldn't get over how beautiful the interior was! I guess we've just gone to what I like to refer to as the Three Dollar Shantee too long.
After a little debating Matt decided on Star Trek. I went into the film a bit skeptical, since I've never even seen the show. But it only took about a half an hour for me to fall in love with every one of those pointy eared, spandex donning, crazy characters. Loved it. I have a few, microscopic complaints. Can you believe it? It doesn't really take that much to impress me, people. Just smart, well developed characters, and interesting story, emotion, a dash of humor, believable action, and a string to leave me hanging for more. That's all there really is to say.
We got home really late Friday night, but I was looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday since I switched my shift with someone so they could spend their birthday with their spouse. But alas, Saturday was the morning of the Dam Marathon, and of all the streets in Rexburg they decided to jog down mine. So I awoke at 8am to more hoots and hollers.
*sigh*
This is where that BB gun would come in handy, but Matt knows my true intentions, so he won't let me have one....and neither will anyone else in the sporting goods sections since they have all been warned....
But Saturday turned around when Matt and I snuggled in the living room and watched one of his favorite movies, Donnie Darko. I can't believe I've never watched this incredible film before. It was rated "R" but had it been made now-a-days, I'm pretty sure it would just be PG-13. For those of you who are deprived of this genius work of art, it's a film about a schizophrenic teenager who is instructed by a six foot tall bunny rabbit named Frank to go back in time to stop the end of the world. It sounds bogus but is actually pretty creepy. And hilarious. FREAKIN hilarious. I'm not really sure if it's suppose to be so funny, but I couldn't help myself. It was just pure psycho goodness.
I did find a frightening relation between myself and the jaded English teacher. And the Chinese fat girl. Maybe in an alternate universe the Chinese fat girl grows up to be the English teacher. But I digress....
Last year, he was here at school and I was back home so I couldn't do much. We were engaged at the time and I had to add him to my phone plan anyway, so I decided to do it in secret and send him a posh new phone in the mail. He was pretty excited, but the surprise didn't even hold a candle to the prank his dad pulled on him from 1,800 miles away. It was pretty bad. The "FBI" was involved. *snickers*
This year I decided Matt needed a surprise party. I had one on my seventeenth birthday and from then on I decided EVERYONE needs a surprise party at least once in their life. Those of you who have been blessed with one know all about those string tied warm fuzzies that are attached to a party thrown in your honor. So for about two weeks Aubrey and I schemed and plotted, so when Matt and I went to their house for "sunday dinner" he was completely stunned when he opened the door and saw all his friends and was bombarded with balloons.
I can honestly say we pulled it off with success. I've planned many parties in my day, but few without alcohol. So I was a little nervous about the energy level, especially since it was a Sunday evening. (That was literally the only night, besides his birthday, that we could be together.) But I made sure there was lots of food, music, and guitar hero, and I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time.
****side note****
When I was secretly shopping for the party supplies, I felt like I was buying for a little kid's birthday party; candy, balloons, guitar hero gift bags, Transformer plates...
This past Friday was Matt's actual birthday. I, of course, had to work all day, but luckily the birthday boy had the day off. He actually called and asked me if he could stay home from school that day! After a fit of laughter I agreed, since his grades are good. But then he went ahead and attended one of his classes anyway. Aww....I'm so proud:)
After I got home we headed out to Idaho Falls for a night out. It was really refreshing. We were trying to remember the last time we went "out on the town" just the two of us. Sometimes money was an issue, but most of the time we just haven't had the opportunity. We started off the evening at the mall, just bumming around. Matt picked out some CDs he wanted to pirate, and I picked out some new jeans for him. Matthew only owns two pairs of jeans; one of them has more holes than The Obama Religion Conspiracy and the other is so baggy you could sneak an AK-47 into a daycare. Neither of them do I want my parents to see him in.
Next we went out to dinner. Of all places, Matt decided on TGI Fridays. It's times like this I miss Shoguns and Monsoon. But the food was good. I'm *pretty sure* the hostess didn't spit in our food, even after the sour look she gave me when I asked her to move us from underneath the speaker that was blasting the announcers from some hockey game.
I think the best part of the night was going to the nice movie theater in Idaho Falls. I couldn't get over how beautiful the interior was! I guess we've just gone to what I like to refer to as the Three Dollar Shantee too long.
After a little debating Matt decided on Star Trek. I went into the film a bit skeptical, since I've never even seen the show. But it only took about a half an hour for me to fall in love with every one of those pointy eared, spandex donning, crazy characters. Loved it. I have a few, microscopic complaints. Can you believe it? It doesn't really take that much to impress me, people. Just smart, well developed characters, and interesting story, emotion, a dash of humor, believable action, and a string to leave me hanging for more. That's all there really is to say.
We got home really late Friday night, but I was looking forward to sleeping in on Saturday since I switched my shift with someone so they could spend their birthday with their spouse. But alas, Saturday was the morning of the Dam Marathon, and of all the streets in Rexburg they decided to jog down mine. So I awoke at 8am to more hoots and hollers.
*sigh*
This is where that BB gun would come in handy, but Matt knows my true intentions, so he won't let me have one....and neither will anyone else in the sporting goods sections since they have all been warned....
But Saturday turned around when Matt and I snuggled in the living room and watched one of his favorite movies, Donnie Darko. I can't believe I've never watched this incredible film before. It was rated "R" but had it been made now-a-days, I'm pretty sure it would just be PG-13. For those of you who are deprived of this genius work of art, it's a film about a schizophrenic teenager who is instructed by a six foot tall bunny rabbit named Frank to go back in time to stop the end of the world. It sounds bogus but is actually pretty creepy. And hilarious. FREAKIN hilarious. I'm not really sure if it's suppose to be so funny, but I couldn't help myself. It was just pure psycho goodness.
I did find a frightening relation between myself and the jaded English teacher. And the Chinese fat girl. Maybe in an alternate universe the Chinese fat girl grows up to be the English teacher. But I digress....
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I miss my husband.
When my meltdown began, I really thought my blogging hiatus would last longer than a week. But I just don't have time to sit and feel sorry for myself. After a while I get sick of living with my own envy, and it takes too much energy to hate everything anyway.
I'd like to apologize if my last blog seemed harsh or if you were offended by my accusations. I know everyone has hard times in their life, and no one's circumstances fall exactly into place. But it sure seems that way to an outsider's eyes. I see couples strolling leisurely down the sidewalk, picking out dinner at the grocery store, and buying real furniture on a Saturday afternoon when they've never worked a day in their life. I can't remember the last time I lumped Friday, Saturday, and Sunday together into a "weekend." It drives my hatred even further when people say, "Have a great weekend!" The weekends mean nothing to us...
I've realized that Matt and I spent more time together when we were dating. Even in college when I worked eleven hour days I would stop by his house around nine and spend a couple hours with him. But now, by the time he strolls in at 11:30 I'm already in bed, so I can be up bright and early for the next day. There have been several occasions when we actually pass each other on the stairs. During the first part of the semester, he wasn't suppose to work Wednesdays or Sundays, but Wal-Mart doesn't give a crap about study groups or family time I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I consider myself a very independent person. I'm not like those wives that has to eat with their husband every night and can't fall asleep without him. No offense, that stuff just doesn't faze me. I lived on my own and alone for quite sometime before he came along. But I got married so I wouldn't HAVE to be alone anymore.
This semester is just crazy I guess. Matt's going to school and putting in the same amount of hours when he wasn't in school, and I've increased my hours at both jobs as well. So we have "all the money in the world" but no time.
I am completely happy with the 2 out of the 3 aspects of my life. I truly believe I couldn't have asked for a better husband. He's wonderful. He even helps me out around the house and never complains about the long hours he puts in. I adore my humble one bedroom abode. I think it's just perfect for the two of us. But for reasons I don't really want to share, I hate one of my jobs. So much I get depressed when I spend a full day there. I get even more depressed when I see or read about my peers who are doing just as well as us financially, if not better, who don't work, or only put in 10 -15 hours a week. I just don't understand how they do it. During my fits of jealous stewing I've gone over the math a hundred times and it never comes out right! I wish I knew their magical secrets. Because I hate my job and I miss my husband...
A few people have suggested that I just quit Wal-Mart since it doesn't make me happy anyway, but I know that's just not smart. I do envy those who have time to just do whatever they want all day, but I could never sit back and watch Matt bust himself to support my lazy butt. It would be different if I was in school too, or if we had children, but that is not the case. It's not fair for me too work only 10 hours a week at the gym while I could help out the family so much more. Besides, I could quit Wal-Mart, but that wouldn't free up my hubby's time, now would it? What fun are weekends if he's not around? Unfortunately, what you want isn't always right and what's right most of the time isn't what you want :P
Currently, I am trying to construct my own little "plan of happiness" that consists of coaching preschoolers, spending more time with my husband, and no Wal-Mart. But even if I come up with one, it can't go into effect until September. There may be a bit more complaining on here until then. Especially since they are already showing previews for new moon movie and I will have to brace myself for round two of the twi-tard tsunami.
But I think complaining is okay once in a while. We need a few thunderstorms to balance out all the sunshine rainbows and crap that floats around my blog circle ;)
I'd like to apologize if my last blog seemed harsh or if you were offended by my accusations. I know everyone has hard times in their life, and no one's circumstances fall exactly into place. But it sure seems that way to an outsider's eyes. I see couples strolling leisurely down the sidewalk, picking out dinner at the grocery store, and buying real furniture on a Saturday afternoon when they've never worked a day in their life. I can't remember the last time I lumped Friday, Saturday, and Sunday together into a "weekend." It drives my hatred even further when people say, "Have a great weekend!" The weekends mean nothing to us...
I've realized that Matt and I spent more time together when we were dating. Even in college when I worked eleven hour days I would stop by his house around nine and spend a couple hours with him. But now, by the time he strolls in at 11:30 I'm already in bed, so I can be up bright and early for the next day. There have been several occasions when we actually pass each other on the stairs. During the first part of the semester, he wasn't suppose to work Wednesdays or Sundays, but Wal-Mart doesn't give a crap about study groups or family time I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I consider myself a very independent person. I'm not like those wives that has to eat with their husband every night and can't fall asleep without him. No offense, that stuff just doesn't faze me. I lived on my own and alone for quite sometime before he came along. But I got married so I wouldn't HAVE to be alone anymore.
This semester is just crazy I guess. Matt's going to school and putting in the same amount of hours when he wasn't in school, and I've increased my hours at both jobs as well. So we have "all the money in the world" but no time.
I am completely happy with the 2 out of the 3 aspects of my life. I truly believe I couldn't have asked for a better husband. He's wonderful. He even helps me out around the house and never complains about the long hours he puts in. I adore my humble one bedroom abode. I think it's just perfect for the two of us. But for reasons I don't really want to share, I hate one of my jobs. So much I get depressed when I spend a full day there. I get even more depressed when I see or read about my peers who are doing just as well as us financially, if not better, who don't work, or only put in 10 -15 hours a week. I just don't understand how they do it. During my fits of jealous stewing I've gone over the math a hundred times and it never comes out right! I wish I knew their magical secrets. Because I hate my job and I miss my husband...
A few people have suggested that I just quit Wal-Mart since it doesn't make me happy anyway, but I know that's just not smart. I do envy those who have time to just do whatever they want all day, but I could never sit back and watch Matt bust himself to support my lazy butt. It would be different if I was in school too, or if we had children, but that is not the case. It's not fair for me too work only 10 hours a week at the gym while I could help out the family so much more. Besides, I could quit Wal-Mart, but that wouldn't free up my hubby's time, now would it? What fun are weekends if he's not around? Unfortunately, what you want isn't always right and what's right most of the time isn't what you want :P
Currently, I am trying to construct my own little "plan of happiness" that consists of coaching preschoolers, spending more time with my husband, and no Wal-Mart. But even if I come up with one, it can't go into effect until September. There may be a bit more complaining on here until then. Especially since they are already showing previews for new moon movie and I will have to brace myself for round two of the twi-tard tsunami.
But I think complaining is okay once in a while. We need a few thunderstorms to balance out all the sunshine rainbows and crap that floats around my blog circle ;)
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Goodbye for now:
Until further notice I will not be blogging for a while. Nor will I be reading any other blogs. I'm tired of ranting my complaints here whilst reading about everyone else's peechy keen perfect lives.
When I decide to come out of virtual hibernation I will let you know.
When I decide to come out of virtual hibernation I will let you know.
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