10 posts tagged “work”

I am bitches! I am so happy to have a job, and it's really interesting, ohhh man! This is gonna be good!

Oh noooooooooooes!  I found out two awful things recently, Erin Go Brawl is not available, because Erin Go Braless is too close. So, fuck that noise.
The second terrible thing is that I am two inches shorter than I thought. MORE AWFUL!

I don't know how I will survive.

ANNNNNNYWAY, here are some good things. I think I found out what name I AM going to use, because no one has one like it. I also like dinosaurs, so it's pretty stellar.

I am not saying it, because derby-minded name stealing fiends are everywhere. They hear everything.

The second thing was that the parade was today. It was fairly cold, but I think it went really well. I decided not to skate on the horrific streets of Oshkosh, I can't afford outdoor wheels right now, so I think it was the better choice. I was going to, but in the end I don't think it would have been worth it. I had a lot of fun, and I saw some of my kids out on the streets while we were making  our way through Oshkosh. 

I then walked some blocks to my car which I parked at the Y.

The sad part was once I got home I realized that both of my sides were completely and totally frozen. It took me almost four hours to thaw out. First I tried to warm up in the shower, but it hurt so badly I chose to roll up like a burrito.  This also didn't work, but around 3:00 I finally started to warm up and went to sleep. Still derby parade equipped.

Buuuuuuuuuut yeah, I love roller derby. Emily found my blog! Hi Emily! <3

I have some things to work out at work, staffing things. Hopefully it will all work out here pretty soon. I'm looking forward to practice tomorrow, so that should keep my mind off of all this shit.

:D
  

So, we begin week two of my job. I have finished all of my weekend jobular tasks, and am looking forward to a less stressful week because of it. If this doesn't happen, I'll probably just kill myself, haha. Also, my cellular modular takes photos, and I took a picture of my cat.

Mr. Figgles

I got up this morning, and the world didn't feel right.

I think it's the realization that this isn't a safe place anymore. The world suddenly got a lot smaller, and a lot more clear. It's not as great as one would think it would be.

That's scary.

Today, though, I think that the most scary thing that has ever happened to me, happened. I don't know if I understand what happened, entirely. I know what happened. I just don't understand what happened. It's strange, because I was so worried about L, because he swims so well, but can't tread water. I was watching him so closely. If I had been at any other part of the lake, it wouldn't have been ok.

M, and A

I was so worried about about L drowning, that I just wanted to make sure, and only he and S were on the paddleboat still. M was in the water, I saw him bob under once. Not a big deal, we were swimming. I thought he was swimming. I kept watching to make sure, and he came up again, but this time he was screaming. The kind of scream where you know that it's not going to get better, and he was just thrashing at the water.

In my head it seems like this happened for a long time. I yelled "M?!?!" His eyes were so big, and he was screaming still, and he just went under. He was screaming so loud, I heard him from across the lake.

I looked at the life guard, who was just staring at him from her fucking chair. I was already diving, but I remember feeling sick. I wondered if we would all have to get out of the pool if I threw up. That seems weird now.

I love swimming, I'm good at it. I have a strong stroke. I've never swam fast, I've always been one of those people that just plugs along. My body hurt with how hard I was trying. My body feels like it's melting, my chest hurts. I think I pulled a muscle trying to pull him back into the air.

I don't know how I got there so fast, I was just thinking about how far I thought he was from me.

He was closer than I thought, I think. I crashed into him under the water.  I've never seen someone look so scared.

I am not a strong person. I have no upper body strength. Yet, I somehow managed to pull my 80 lbs camper out of a fucking lake without dying. He wasn't making it easy, either. He's okay, I'm okay. Then he puked up at least a quarter of a gallon of lake water, on me.

I'm not mad though.

So lately life has been crazy.

We found out... Thursday? That we were not going to have our lease renewed, which sucks, we've been trying to contact our landlord since March to find this information out. So, I guess after camp we will probably move further up north, further into the fucking cold. Oh well, I'm really not upset about it so much as I really just want to move somewhere warm.

We're probably going to sublet for the summer, because I have to work camp this summer. I'm not looking forward to moving, but whatever, what can you do? There are other Y's to work at, but I don't know if they'll have the same programs available in that area. I would really hate to stop working with kids, it really is my life. I'm working with my old kids for the summer, and my heart is __ that close to exploding, and I'm not giving this summer up for anything.

After that, I don't know.

I might babysit for a coworker today, for her little boy DeAvon, who is a super cutie. On the 1st he is going in for surgery on his kidneys, and I'm looking to buy him a present prior to this, so that he has someone to hang out with while healing. He's only 1 years old, so hopefully he'll be okay after this and won't need any more surgeries.

This little boy has problems, but I love him to death. I'm looking to get him an ugly doll, just because I think they're cute as hell.

Ohmysweetmotherfuckinglord. I am so tired right now, I started training for my second job yesterday, which wasn't so bad,and then worked my afterschool job. Not a big deal. Today I had to drive to another town, be there by 9, and the manager that I spoke to assured me that Mapquest would work. I do that last night, get directions, and then this morning the mother fuckers were wrong! Oh well.

Training sucked, wasn't too exciting. After training I find out my supervisor wants to clean out the supply closet at Sunset, and I'm just like "Ahhhhhh" so I went straight from training to Sunset, and have since started to develop a sinus headache. It's hurting, and I'm exhausted. Thankfully I don't have any homework tonight.

I have to do my lesson plans tomorrow, I'm still not entirely sure what we're going to be doing, but I'll figure it out. I have ideas, but no lesson plans. Hey, listen to that, that's the first time my ear has popped in like 4 weeks. I can hear now, strange. My cat snores, I always forget that, and then am amused by it later on.

I need to get red, black, and white polos for La Petite Academy, I guess. Oh, and khaki pants, I have some black pants for now.

Anyway, that's that.

Oh,I also broke my fucking phone by dropping it into sugar and eggs, so I'm getting a new one by mail. They don't make my phone anymore, so the one they're sending me is probably going to be shitacular.

yup.

If I ever end up like some of the parents of the kids I work with, I'm going to sterilize myself with a rusted nail. I don't ever want to do the bizarre things they inflict on their children based on their own insecurities and neuroses. I understand if you think your child is being treated unfairly, but seriously, we're not targeting him, and it doesn't matter if the other child gets in trouble at school all of the time, because they both did the same thing.

The one thing that really bugs me is that the bitch doesn't even try to pretend that she knows my name. She was all like "Yeah, I don't know what her name is, and I don't care, but I talked to her earlier, and I want to talk to her now." Elly was like, "Erin??" and hag was like "Yeah, whatever"

That really bugs me. I work with your child every single day. Shouldn't you be in the least concerned with who I am, and the involvement that I have in your life, even if you don't see me everyday? I don't expect you to know my social, or even what I look like when you leave, but I spend over 4 hours a day with your child.

PAY ATTENTION.

cunt.

Splashdown - the archer

Ohhh man, today was hectic. I got up to work the early shift of an early release today, everything is fine, I check the weather, it's -14 below. Okay, it's cold, too bad. I go outside, and it's fucking snowing. Like, serious snowing. Way to fuck up my day. I get on the beltline, and it's totally fucking backed up. I exit on Todd, freaking out because I think I'm going to be late.

I finally get a hold of Nicole, and let her know, only to find out that I'm not the only one who is late. Jesus.

I finally get out to Huegel, and everything is fine, it's still pooping snow, but whatever. Work there for a couple of hours, not a big deal. I get directions to the Y from one of the girls working, because I need to get there without taking the beltline. She gives me some directions, and I go on my merry way at 1p.m. I take her directions, follow them to the letter, only to realize they were entirely wrong.

I realize this while going 20 mph down a hill, not a big deal, roads are plowed. Unfortunately I didn't take into account that when I left Huegel it was a glorious fucking day. Super sunny. The snow had started to melt. Of course while I was driving the temp dropped again, and the roads must have iced over.

First my car was sliding horizontal to the road. I am perpendicular to the fucking road, fortunately there were no other cars on the road at this time. I correct into a forward driving position, and start to brake. I'm not talking stomping on the breaks, I'm just braking. I'm trying to ease into a speed that's not hurtling.  My car then veers into a bush. You know, the lovely roadside bushes that are like 7 feet tall, and have 10283102938102983012 branches curled up inside them. When my car slid into the bush, it promptly stopped, except my rear end decided that it wanted to be behind me.

So I did a 180 in a bush.

I'm now facing the way that I was coming, and I'm fine. I'm totally fine, I had on my seatbelt, I'm not hurt, my car is still on, nothing is on fire, no weird gasoline smells. Perfect.

That is... until...

I try to get out of my car.

Now, mind you, my car has slid directly into a wall of bushes, along with a lot of compacted snow. I cannot get out of my car to check to see if my car is ok. This is the point where I freak out, it was like my heart exploded in my chest, and I just started  crying. It wasn't scared crying, it was like "The stress level has exceeded your limits." I first called my supervisor, for some reason.

I don't know why this seemed like the right thing to do, but I had an immense need to tell my boss that I might not be able to get to work. So, I'm talking to my supervisor, who is entirely supportive, which was amazing. She kind of weirds me out sometimes, because she's so happy, but it was like she was my mommy at that point, or something. During this time, from when I collided with a plant I had established a few things, I could not turn my steering wheel at all, I could not reverse, and I could not drive further into the plant beast.

As I was establishing this, and talking to my supervisor, I watched car after car after car drive by. None really giving me a second look, just cruising on by. My car was lodged in a bush, facing the wrong direction. This is upsetting more than anything else, it's not like I expect people to be screaming over my burning body, it would have been nice if someone had asked if I was ok.

I was still talking to my supervisor at this point, because I honestly had no idea what to do in this situation. I grew up in the middle of the desert, I don't know what to do in a snow emergency. I can drive in snow, but I think this was a little too much for common sense to even begin to take hold. I at least had the common sense to turn on my flashers.

Thankfully, a large truck pulls up behind me, and he asks if I'm okay, and asks if he can pull me out. After a little trial and error, he got my car pulled out. To which I will always be thankful for. If he hadn't helped me I would have sat out there for a really long time before the fiance could come get me.

I called my supervisor again to let her know that I was out, and that I didn't think I'd be able to get to the Y. So, we decide she'll grab it, because she has to go out there anyway. So off I drive on my merry way, my car is running fine, no problems. No smoke, no smells, no sounds, I think I'm okay. I get on the highway, and I'm alright until I reach about 50 mph, where my car decides to start shaking like a god damn tweaker. Blah. Blah. Blah.

I pull off the side of the road, finally get hold of fiance, and get him to come get me, and I talk to my dad while waiting. He thinks my car has become misaligned. I couldn't get out to work at all today, so I stayed at home and wallowed in my own personal terror.

I've just felt very out of bodyish, all day. I'm taking my car into a dealership tomorrow, because they recently discontinued my car, and they'll have all of the parts I need there. My car isn't exactly old, or special. Ford Focus ZX3, looking wicked awesome with speed stripes. Blah, anyway, they said it sounds like my car is misaligned, like my daddy thought, and they're going to check the whole car over just to be sure. My power steering line is leaking, so they're going to get that fixed, and check my fan belt too, which is making a weird sound when I start my car.

I might also have them replace the battery, which I've been having trouble starting lately. I don't know if this is because it's cold out or what. I think maybe I'll ask to have the oil changed too.

Fortunately my dad has offered to pay for all of this, because I really need my car to get around. I wish I could leave it until better weather, but the only way I can get out to work is on the highways. I take it in tomorrow at 8 am, to have it looked at, fiance is going with me.

My brain is just, fried.

Pure and simple.

I really hope they get it all fixed tomorrow, it's stressing me out to the max, I don't know what I'll do without a car.

Jesus.

I have super cold feet, it's unbearable. The heat is on, but apparently the heat hamster has died on the wheel.

I finished my donation piece, it turned out alright. I forgot to scan it though, unfortunately. I liked it a lot, in some ways, it had a pirate ship on it, but I'm not that great at the art thing. I'm on of those people that sucks at everything except for ONE thing. Which isn't painting. I don't have access to a photo lab anymore so that idea was out.

I forgot the family table in my car. I wonder if fiance will get it out for me. I will talk to him when he gets done with work. I'm thinking about going to a child care conference they have some awesome things going on, and I would love nothing more. I'm also thinking about going to Discovery Day Camp this summer. They said the wait list is pretty long, but I'm not worried about it. Growing up I lived in a really urban area, and we could have never afforded for me to go to camp. So, it'll be fun if I go.

If not, I'll be at Camp Wannago which will be just as fun, but I figured since I'm a fatty5000 it wouldn't hurt me to spend a few weeks hiking and tying knots and shit. Either way I'm set.

Jesus, it's fucking cold in here.

Wind It Up

Apparently, I'm not sure why, everyone I work with thinks I have some amazing artistic talent. Which, is not the case. I may be... inclined to make things, but I definitely cannot execute it. Not from lack of trying, I assure you. They want me to do this, this, and this. The last this being a painting for a silent auction. I'm going to try of course, but I'm probably going to fail, something fierce. I'm told that it's okay if it sucks, just because everyone will probably think it's abstract or something.

Which in all actuality, it's because I'm an idiot.

There will be updates on that, I have a vague idea of what I'm going to do, something involving my little sister.

Who knows, anyway.

That is correct.

I also have a bunch of banners to make +a  family board. Which... I was going to get today, but I ended up going to Arby's instead, because I was hungry, and fiance went on a surprise adventure to Milwaukee. So, yes.

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