Today is a new day. I will try not to moan or mope today. Things just wear me down, even when I think I am doing a good job of ignoring what is bothering me.
I am sad because my marriage is over. I met this man 13 years ago. I lived in Colorado and he was a tourist. We hit it off and since I am a risk taker, I sold my place and moved to Minnesota. We got married 4 years later. When I moved in with him, I didn't really move in. All my things were in storage.
Now I look around. Here I am in Minnesota. No family, no real friends, just me.
All this stuff I have been carrying with me and it just sort of hit me.
It is sad when a relationship ends. It is normal to feel sad, I think.
Ah, yes, the last day for my Department Manager.
I am a bit sad. I will miss his face and soft spoken manner. He seemed touched with the photograph. He said it was a kind gesture.
Deep sigh...
the empty feeling has returned.
I am back to feeling like a lost puppy dog.
If saints wore leather jackets
Would I go for the cardiganed
Man instead?
If it were so
That his heart beat as true
As any one sunrise
Would I rather look at the
Moon?
If a good man is difficult
To find
Because he
Does not want to be
Found
Than
Should I not be looking?
And if I am cold
And offered a cardigan
Would it smell like
Citrus and spice?
Wearing his coat
Would be like
A walk in the
Woods
Our steady pace
Matched
Foot for foot
Yes I did, I got a new vaccuum cleaner yesterday. I purchased a few bagless vaccuums because I can never remember what bag to buy for the model. I have not been please with the suction of the bagless and I don't like cleaning the filters. So, I got this little canister style model to try out. I was concerned about remembering the bag type until i read "takes type T bag".
T-Bag, like T-bagging. An easy way to remember! Joy for me. Always have a T-bag on hand.
Also, sorry about the subject matter. It is dry as a desert here-material for blogs as scarce as the men I write about. I am confident I will find passion again. Summer is coming and the tourists will be out.
Monday is the last day for my department manager. I have been talking with him and telling him he made a wise choice. He is a single guy and can go anywhere or do any job he wants. I suggested the department of natural resources since he likes the outdoors. He liked that idea.
Although my co-workers hate him, I always got along with him so, my question to you is: is it lame to give him a going away gift?
I only ask because I like to give people things I make as a gesture of appreciation. I have a picture of a sea plane I took and then digitally altered. I figure he can always re-gift it if he doesn't like it. What do you think? Stupid?
thanks for any input
I spent the day in Hellfire where it was really warm. I roasted marshmellows and popped popcorn but then I was evicted, kicked out. It seems there is overcrowding and now I am on a waiting list.
I will share some visuals:
Scardycats:
And some lovely trains
The aftermath
Does not add up
But I was always bad
At math
The aftermath
Does leave me less
Happy
Less hopeful
Negative plus
Positive
Does not equal
Happily ever after
If I could hit
Control Alt Delete
I might see an
Out
An Out of the
Disney bullcrap
The silver screen
Version of
Love
What white collar
Dildo gave a
Movie Ececutive
The power to set the
Standard?
The Prince Charming
Standard that all men
Must
Measure against?
It is a crime against
Men
Women
And the idea of
Love
Broken
No Fixing
Can't be fixed
Don't try fixing
Like or leave
Or Don't say HI
Just walk away
Unless you like
Not perfect
Not perfect
Has no place
In the place I left
Not perfect
Is my terminal flaw
And with this knowledge
It is difficult
Moving on
Difficult
Holding on
Difficult
Being strong
Outside at night
I stand, leash in hand
Waiting for the business
To be done
It is cold and my coat
Drafty, so I put
My hands in pocket and
I hug myself
Side to side
I sway
The air so clear
The sky so dark
I can see my breath
So I must be
Alive
I watch my breath
Float up
As if inviting me to view
The stars
And I stare up into
The sky,
Forgetting the business
I have held this position for almost 2 years now. When I was hired, I was told I would rarely work later than 8pm since I did stress I have small children. I was asked for an interview after sending out a minimum of 40 resumes to all the local banks and anything advertised claiming they wanted a person with excellent customer service skills. Since I have had 15+ years experience in customer service, I figured I was in luck. Unfortunately, with the market as it was I was really stuck. Should I keep working overnights while my teenager went wild, or do I settle on a new, not very good paying day job where I will be home around 8pm.
Long story short, I have been working the 3pm-11pm shift 90% of the time. I hardly ever see my children except in the morning when I wake up tired to get them off to school. This deception had been wearing on me, but since no one else would hire me, I perservered and aired my issues with the hours.
Upon speaking up about the hours, I was pretty much informed, if I want the hours, those are the hours I must work. Well, stuck again. The final straw came yesterday when I got my new schedule. They had given me 1 day off, set me on a 8 day run with a flip(working 3-11pm and then 7am-3pm the next day requiring me to get up at 5am to get my little one to daycare) in the middle. To compound this frustration is that they work the schedule so I don't qualify for overtime. So now I am stuck and fkd.
I am desperately seeking a new job and was sure this was evident in my customer service today at work. Much to my surprise and horror, a man asked me out on a date after I made his reservation. Cripes! He doesn't know what I look like, how old I am or anything! I am just a voice over the phone? Was he on drugs? Anyway, he said he will see me on the 24th and I know I will be working so now I will have to send out an APB that I am not "here".
In closeing, what is the best color paper for a resume? Is it crisp white or cream? I really have to get out of here.
Thanks for your input.
Regards,
DW
I applied for 2 positions at the same place today, a customer service position and a picking and packing position with an option for preparing specimins for disection. Her eyes lit up after asking me if I knew what they did and I said "Yes, I looked at the catalog online!"
She asked if I need glasses-No, contacts-No, and if I had any allergies-No! I think not too many people want to work with such matter but I am at the end of my rope.
I told her I am an artist and love working with my hands and pay close attention to details.
This may be a
discusting job at first, but it will give me more humane hours with vision dental and health insurance.
Please wish me luck!!!!
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