My day today was a mix of good and bad. But I stayed calm and like blah about the bad...Not caring at the moment. Okay woke up to check the bank account (ugg) I hate checking accounts people. Anyhow we must have made a major miscalculation and I guess not looking for three weeks didn't help. Lets just say HALF of my check was taken by the bank. The other half was used for the electric bill which left us with 89.00! Minus 11.00 that we used last night at midnight. That is okay cuz I was expecting another check via mail. Me and son get SSI, anyhow. I go to the doctor. I think everything on the boob front is normal. I am still kind of confused and will wait for another letter. On the downside I was told that the cardiologist wants me back on heart medications to control my heart rate since it is high and I go for a stress test soon. What to do..I did retail therapy! I purchased 2 picture frames that were on sale for .50 cents each. Cutting mats sale for 3.00, measuring cups and spoons for 97 cents, biscuit cutters on sale for 1.00, a mandolin (the hand slicer thingy) and I could NOT find Julie and Julia so I settled for Top Secret Recipes Unlocked. People you MUST go to www.topsecretrecipes.com and look at the recipes. There are tons of free ones, but seriously go on amazon and buy the books. My copy of the first one burned in the fire so I am buying a new one. They have the clone for planet hollywoods chicken crunch. OMG is it good, and the bloomin onion dipping sauce and so much more.
We had a moment with the lovely Post office. We get home from the doc and guess what is NOT in my mailbox...NO MAIL. No footsteps in the snow. We check with the neighbors and they said mail dude was around at 1:30. Ugggg. He likes to skip us sometimes. Anyway I know better. But hubby decides to go to PO and ask them if they have it there. They said No without looking, and then when husband says something about mailman skipping us often the lady had the nerve to say...They are NOT required to stop wheather they have mail for you or not. WHAT? Okay I can see if there are major obstacles in the way. There were non that impeded him. We have No big or little dog.. this comment bothered me. Since my father worked for the postal system forever I know better. And when a number was demanded (she was the post master and the bitchyness was the reason for higher up number) she refused to give it, until david played the my father in law was blah blah blah...(high up position) and my brother (his fathers son) is a blah blah blah (we have no clue if he is anymore or not) Point being if you mention you have relatives in power or at least in the know...and there is a line of people behind you that can hear bitchiness and answers like they don't have to deliver your mail...well you get the card. However it was a 1800 number. Not the district number. Now I know how to get that. She could have just answered the one question without being so snotty, and throwing in that if they don't feel like it, they are not required to stop with arrogance and a smile. We didn't attack you and was not unkind in tone...she had no reason to respond like that. If people approach you kindly and patiently with a question give them the same. Hell when I worked at Arby's and people would attack me personally for errors the cook made, I would still be really really nice and calm and smiley. The only people at work I ever got surley with is the managers and co workers. What fricken morons. But customers loved me and I was always or most always able to turn a cranky ass into a semi satisfied person. Meaning they weren't cursing at me when I was done with them. People use to ask me to get a manager just to tell them that I should get a raise. Too bad manager didn't take their suggestion. Yes people I did work, I held many service jobs. I enjoyed them very much. At least the cashiering/customer service part. Hated the cleaning, stocking and dealing with cocky ass egotistical managers my age that were late for work, (hell even missed opening up the store one day because of hangover and I got a call at home from employees that had been waiting two hours and it was 5 minutes before opening time, I called district and talked to them and they sent someone to open the store and help fast track. People if Arby's opens at 8 am, people are there at 5 am starting the roasts. I know....I bet they were low on beef that day.) Shit I even had customers (different ones) regularly give me cash tips, which I wasn't suppose to keep but I did. This happened at White Castle, Arby's and Burger King. Okay list of jobs I held in order
White Castle, Burger King (2 months, and the only job I ever quit because I got another one) Sportsman's guide, Arby's, Rainbow, KFC for like a month got phased out because I worked at rainbow at the same time and was pregnant and extremely sick all the time) back to Arby's, Cub, Sportsman's Guide, TCF and one week at Walmart (got fired because my ears plugged up and I couldn't hear anything, Walmart sucks to work at) I believe that is it. And my last day at TCF which I consider the last job I had (don't count walmart), was September 18th 2001.
Contrary to popular opinion I loved working. It was painful at times because of the standing, I kinda got tired of employees treating me like a retard but I loved customers and I was good at my jobs. People got mad at me because I did everything by the book and did not care for short cuts. I knew the company handbooks and rules inside and out and I adheared to holding times which pissed some managers off. God forbid you need to make new potato cakes when a customer orders them, they have been up ten minutes past their hold time... Being so anal about rules and policy made me unpopular. But hey who do you think gets yelled at when you are served cold fries or stale chicken fingers? Not the fryer or the manager...But ME the cashier. So I did my job correctly and people got mad because that meant they had to do their job correctly. I have a perfectionist complex. If I can't do it the way it is suppose to be done I won't do it. And by suppose to be, I mean policy, rules, written, or the vision in my head (cleaning)... and then it gets overwhelming because I have this idea of how it is to be done and if it can't be done just like that I don't know how to re-think or re-organize my thoughts to do it in a way that would be just sufficient. I hate it. Guess who's spices always face the same way and are in order from smaller bottle to biggest and in catagories??? Yep mine.
I am off to Nick's school bright and early for an IEP meeting and then later on Dylan has his school play. I will blog about it all of coarse. Sorry I don't have much to say or anything funny to say. I'm kinda out of it today.
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