Sunday, January 13, 2013
Thank you Pink, I can actually apply those lyrics to my seasonal job.
I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)
You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of $h!t
My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)
Just when it can't get worse, I've had a $h!t day (NO!)
Have you had a $h!t day? (NO!), we've had a $h!t day (NO!)
I think that life's too short for this, I want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss.
So, to cut to the chase, I work several jobs at the airport. But my seasonal job is the worst. Today was the last straw.
I can not stand the passengers. The passengers are regulars that we see year after year, most several times a year. They are so rude, condescending and arrogant. Because they travel with us so often, they feel like they are above rules & regulations. We've been told to treat our passengers like royalty and we do. But there are still some basic things that are required, like weighing your luggage and providing specific documents. These requests are met with indignation and outright refusal. Today, I was told I was rude to require them to weigh their items, because they travel all the time & they know the rules. I had to have a supervisor come out, to insist that the passengers item MUST be weighed. What The Flip!
We gently try to get them to comply, but they feel compelled to drop a list of who they know & how they've never had to be inconvenienced before. And how so & so is going to be contacted immediately as to how we've ruined their trip. And then they write scathing letters, filled with inaccuracies and outright lies.
As a side note, our check-in system is horrendous. We struggle to do our best to make check in run smooth. But the hostility directed at us, due to a situation beyond our control, is unbearable.
The one and only upside is my coworkers, I adore them. But I will still see them, at the airport. I used to think my travel benefits were important. I did some quick math and figured out if I quit I will have Sat. Sun. Monday & Wed. off. I'll add an 8 hour shift to Wed. from my new job, and end up making $2000+ more a year, then I make if I stay. If I ever want to travel to our destination, I'll just buy a full fare ticket. I'll still be ahead financially. But to be honest, I've vacationed there and really, it's much ado about nothing. All the hype about it being a destination for the rich just baffled me. I've been to third world countries that blow this place away.
My shift ended at 1PM today. I waited over 9 hours to write this. But honestly, I'm still as livid as I was when I left work. I don't need this aggravation, there is no real upside to this job and life is just too short to put up with this crap. I am done!
This line, in the song, really sums it up: I think I've had enough of this, blow me one last kiss!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Tomorrow, Dec 19th, is the 1st anniversary of my bonus boys death.
As the months have gone by, it has seemed impossible that so much time could possibly have gone by, without him.
So we braced for the one year anniversary & our 2nd Christmas without him. The grief is still so sharp and we feel like we are just barely surviving each day.
Then more bad news.
A very dear childhood friend of mine's daughter has been very ill. For about 6 years she's been fighting off an undiagnosed disease. They took her everywhere, to no avail, for a cure or even a diagnosis. They watched her slowly deteriorate. Friday, Dec. 14th, she passed away at home. Today is her 23rd birthday.
We are all heartbroken over the loss of this beautiful, intelligent, kind, sweet girl. She was an honor roll student with such a bright future. Who became so ill, she couldn't even finish high school and never made it to college. College had been her dream. She was an inspiration. She had such faith that she would be cured, that she would get better. She never gave up.
She fought long and hard. At least now, there is no more pain and suffering.
Rest in Peace, beautiful Kate.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
It's not out, but it's flickering.
*While I still weigh / measure all my food, I only track it about 4 days a week.
*Only getting to the gym 1 day a week, I used to go 4 to 5 days.
*Have truly lost interest in coming to SparkPeople.
I do have a habit of jumping into projects and not following through. I tend to be gung ho at first and then lose interest. So when I hit my 1 year anniversary, in Oct., with SparkPeople I was really proud of myself. Yet even at that point, I could feel my interest waning.
It was easy to be excited, when I first started. I was seeing weight loss results and that kept my Spark going. But I have been at a plateau for a long time.
What I need is to reignite my Spark. To feel the excitement that I had when I first started. I'm just not sure how to get my motivation back.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Growing up, my family moved every four years. I remember one move ~ my mother actually cried, as we turned the corner of our street, for the last time. She was not a woman who was prone to crying, she prided herself on being tough as nails. I was 9, but I got it. We were leaving our beautiful house behind, our friends, neighbors even my aunt, uncle and all my fun cousins. Never to return, and we never did. We moved so much that my brother and I only had one school in common.
Once I was out on my own, I moved a few times. But I vowed I would never make my children go through what I had gone through. We bought a house in a nice neighborhood, when my oldest daughter was two. I loved my little house, and I kept my promise that we would not move my children. Last June, the youngest child graduated from high school. They all went to the same grade school, middle school & high school.
When I first moved here, 22 years ago, it was a nice neighborhood and we had great neighbors. Like I said, I loved my little house, still do. I used to say that my next move was going to be to the old folks home. But slowly, the neighborhood changed. We joke that we live in the ghetto, but there's really a good deal of truth to that. There has been a string of rather violent crimes in my town, including my neighbor, two doors down from me, who was murdered.
There are a few other reasons for the move, besides the neighborhood. One is a rather significant reason: Every inch of this house has a memory of Michael. They are all great memories, but we feel like we can't be here without him. Not only do we need to move, but we need to move to a whole new area, not just the other side of town.
At first there were mixed emotions about moving. I had planned to live here forever. But as we started looking for houses, we all started to get excited about moving.
We'd found 2 different houses we liked, but they were sold before we could get our bid in.
On Halloween we went & looked at another house. We've put in our offer & we're waiting.
But now I'm back to mixed emotions about moving.
A new store opened, in town, this week. We went there last night. We saw 6 people we know, at the store. And I thought, "When we move, we will never run into anyone we know." That made me feel so sad. That made me feel like I was 9, turning the corner for the last time.
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