Random Ramblings Are Random

So, I made a post on my FB about a regular loiterer that comes around my workplace looking for cigarette butts and the fact that I had to spray Febreeze after her left due to the odor he left behind. I didn't do this to poke fun at the person - it was an observation about something that happened at work. Yet. Have you ever known somebody you had always suspected of being a sanctimonious twat? A person you were just waiting for them to show their true sanctimonious twat colours? Oh yeah. That happened. This ST somehow thought I was making a comment about the loiterer being homeless and left a link about how homeless people can smell, and told me that my post 'looked bad'. I didn't call the loiterer homeless but thanked her for making that assumption considering that she knew nothing of the actual circumstances of the person or the policies my workplace has. Then she tried to shame me for not breaking my workplace policies because when SHE worked in a hotel they g

New job has been acquired and my first shift was this past Monday :) No more overnight shifts in a grocery store where I was only getting paid minimum wage plus a small overnight shift differential, and nowhere near enough hours to survive on. I never thought I'd work in a hotel ever again, but here I am, and it's not all housekeeping either. In fact, I haven't touched a room yet although the plan is to train me on how to do that for this particular hotel. So far, I've been mostly trained for the front desk/guest services and cafe, and I'm learning a great deal. I've already put in three days and I'm picking up the reservation software way quicker than anybody expected. As it is, I checked somebody in yesterday entirely on my own because the person who was training me was on the phone with a guest booking eleven room nights, and I didn't want the incoming guests to have to wait a long time. I did explain that I was new but I would do my best to hel

So, I ran into the person who removed me from their FB several months ago, and we had a chat. I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about what we discussed concerning her removing me and my FB post afterwards, but I'm giving her a chance. Afterall, she was there for me when I was at my worst a few years back and it's difficult to walk away from a friendship like that. At the same time though, I know I will likely never trust her the way I used to. Especially when she was saying that part of the reason she blocked me was over things she states I'd posted prior to her removing me...when I know I didn't post any of those things until afterwards. Either way, I know I had voiced some of those things to people outside of FB and social media so perhaps somebody had overheard and went running to her. I know that during the time all of that went down that I was in a dark place. My depression was spiraling out of control due to a horrifically stressful job that led me

My kid and I are both going to be changing our legal names at some point in the near future, and I'm discovering that the process is so much easier than it was 28 years ago when all I did was change my last name. And it's much cheaper these days too, thankfully. Twenty-eight years ago I think, all told, it ran me approximately $250 or so to deal with my name change. I had to pay the processing fee, plus publication fees for the provincial Queen's Press and local newspaper to announce the upcoming name change, and then for the replacement birth certificate as well. And all I did was legally change my last name. This time around I'm changing my entire name, something I wanted to do all those years ago but didn't because it would have caused too big of an argument with my mother. And considering at that time I was a new mother I just didn't have the energy to devote to arguing with her. I can understand why she wanted me to keep one of my middle names, but that

I know it's been several months since I last posted here. It's not because nothing has been going on in my life though. It's all down to depression and how far it's had me pulled down. I've wanted to post things here but self-doubt has keep me quiet. I have even opened this page more than once with the intention to post something. Anything at all. But depression has been yelling in my ear that my words, my thoughts, and my emotions are not worth spilling out. But I know that I need to start pulling myself out of my funk. Oh, I know that my depression is cyclical, but the cycles have no defined length, depths, or highs. I can be feeling okay about things and then cycle downwards with very little hope of preventing that slide down. Thankfully, the lows have not been as bad as they could have been, but they are still bad enough to keep me in bed - unless I have to go to work - and keep my home in a dreadful state. I recently had a week of enforced captivity due t