I feel like I don't really have much to write about these days. Between my job hunt and three different employers -- I'm a cocktail waitress/babysitter/freelance writer -- it's all about the jobby. Trying to find a better one, trying to cope with the ones I have.
I have a good feeling about some of the applications I've been putting in, mostly because I'm already working forty hours a week as a waitress. "Server," to be politically correct, but my place of work most definitely is not, so I see no reason why I should be! It figures, as soon as I find something to fill my time and that pays decently well, something else will come along that pays even better. I'm just glad that I've grown enough of a spine as far as my employers are concerned to do what's best for ME instead of what's best for THEM.
Sorry about the really boring post. Hopefully something fun will happen at work tonight. Or something not-so-fun. Something at least remotely bloggable, at any rate.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
Monday, October 6, 2008
One of those moments ...
I had a flashback today. (Not a fun one, though, so get your mind off that drug-addled track!) For some reason I started thinking about the day I found out my dad had died ... most of that day, as you might imagine, is pretty fuzzy for me. I was dazed. But there are a few moments out of that day that stand out crystal-clear. It's odd thinking back on it, like swimming in a sea of salty, briny water and suddenly being struck in the face with a freshwater current.
What I remembered today was calling my dad's friend to tell him the news. I don't remember dialing the phone number or even who answered the phone, maybe I left a message and he called me back ... I really don't recall. But I do remember the conversation we had. I told him we had some bad news and said, "You know Dad's in Australia right now ... well, he had another heart attack."
"So what's his status?" this friend asked. "Is he okay?"
"No," I said, but that's all I could get out. I could not for the life of me come up with the words. I thought about trying to break it to him gently, which by itself was ironic -- him, old enough to be my dad, literally, and me trying to be gentle. "He's dead," I think is what I finally said, although "said" is too strong a verb, really, for what came out of my mouth. More like, "choked," "gasped" or "whispered."
It was surreal. And it reminds me that life is not fair. It's not fair that I had to make that phone call and say those things. It's not fair that the stock market crashed today (well, almost). Life ain't fair. But you know, it's still pretty good.
Yesterday, I had a good moment. I was leaving work and the general manager said he had to do my employee evaluation. I was like, "Okay, let's set up a time," and he said, "Actually, all I really wanted to say to you is that you're awesome. I wish all our employees were like you. I wish you worked more than once a week. And I would kick anyone off their shift if you wanted it so we could have you work."
Nice.
What I remembered today was calling my dad's friend to tell him the news. I don't remember dialing the phone number or even who answered the phone, maybe I left a message and he called me back ... I really don't recall. But I do remember the conversation we had. I told him we had some bad news and said, "You know Dad's in Australia right now ... well, he had another heart attack."
"So what's his status?" this friend asked. "Is he okay?"
"No," I said, but that's all I could get out. I could not for the life of me come up with the words. I thought about trying to break it to him gently, which by itself was ironic -- him, old enough to be my dad, literally, and me trying to be gentle. "He's dead," I think is what I finally said, although "said" is too strong a verb, really, for what came out of my mouth. More like, "choked," "gasped" or "whispered."
It was surreal. And it reminds me that life is not fair. It's not fair that I had to make that phone call and say those things. It's not fair that the stock market crashed today (well, almost). Life ain't fair. But you know, it's still pretty good.
Yesterday, I had a good moment. I was leaving work and the general manager said he had to do my employee evaluation. I was like, "Okay, let's set up a time," and he said, "Actually, all I really wanted to say to you is that you're awesome. I wish all our employees were like you. I wish you worked more than once a week. And I would kick anyone off their shift if you wanted it so we could have you work."
Nice.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
New Outlet
I like my MySpace blog, but this seems to have more potential -- and options.
I've been alternating all day between frightfully busy and dismally bored. I hope, I hope, I hope my day is almost done. But it's hard to say ... I have to wait on other people before I can leave, which I have never had to do before (except in the restaurant business), and it's hard.
On top of that, I'm finding it difficult to maintain a positive attitude today. And attitude is everything. But I find myself becoming increasingly annoyed by trivial things. Like this morning when there were dishes in the sink, and I do not allow dishes in my sink. At least they were clean; that's how I had to look at it, since I was beginning to get upset at the fact that someone other than myself had done the dishes and left them in the sink.
Regardless. It's difficult to have so much invested in people over whom you have no control. Although I've figured out that really, we don't have much control over anything -- we just think we do ("we" meaning "homo sapiens"). I don't consider myself a controlling person, in general. But sometimes you just want to grab these pertinent people and shake some sense into them. It would be easier than tiptoeing around their feelings, lest you say something to which they take offense.
My brain is too full.
I've been alternating all day between frightfully busy and dismally bored. I hope, I hope, I hope my day is almost done. But it's hard to say ... I have to wait on other people before I can leave, which I have never had to do before (except in the restaurant business), and it's hard.
On top of that, I'm finding it difficult to maintain a positive attitude today. And attitude is everything. But I find myself becoming increasingly annoyed by trivial things. Like this morning when there were dishes in the sink, and I do not allow dishes in my sink. At least they were clean; that's how I had to look at it, since I was beginning to get upset at the fact that someone other than myself had done the dishes and left them in the sink.
Regardless. It's difficult to have so much invested in people over whom you have no control. Although I've figured out that really, we don't have much control over anything -- we just think we do ("we" meaning "homo sapiens"). I don't consider myself a controlling person, in general. But sometimes you just want to grab these pertinent people and shake some sense into them. It would be easier than tiptoeing around their feelings, lest you say something to which they take offense.
My brain is too full.
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