Random Ramblings Are Random

I figured that I'd just put this out into the universe instead of writing it down in my physical journal... Back on the date of my last blog entry I quit my job at the hotel/spa. No, I didn't have anything lined up to replace it, but my mental health wasn't the greatest and I had hit the proverbial wall. I knew from past experience that if I attempted to push through and work at the hotel that I would have completely broke down and that would have been bad. I also knew that my final pay would be enough to float me until the end of October if necessary, with a bit of help from my daughter if I needed groceries. So that was some load off of my back. Even before I quit my job I had been sending out resumes and filling out job applications in the hopes of being able to get something lined up before I finally pulled the plug on the hotel. I knew that things were not going to get better, that my boss was never going to fire the predator, and that regardless of what she said that

For my own peace of mind I have started keeping a physical journal. It's sort of just a thing to get my thoughts down when I don't want to type - sometimes, just the physical act of handwriting what's on my mind helps more than typing the same stuff out. So, there may not be a lot of e-blog entries from me for a bit. I've got some stuff to work on for my mental health that I don't really want a lot of eyes on right now. Not that I have anybody who actually reads this blog, but on the off chance that somebody comes across this...well. Bleh.

The china cabinet is home! Well, it's in the house, which is better than leaving it in the work garage for however long. It took two trips with a hand dolly, a whole lot of sweat, and a change of clothing, but it's here. All I have to do now is clear the area in the kitchen for it and get both pieces the rest of the way up the stairs. Oh, and give both pieces a good clean with some bleachy water in the event that there is mold hiding anywhere on it. But it's home! It's hard to believe that even a couple of months ago I wouldn't have got even one piece of the cabinet home quite so quickly with just a dolly. I'd have had to abandon it half way up on the first trip because I'd have been panting entirely too hard and just not had the strength or energy to finish the job. Or I'd have managed to get one piece, but not the other. Yet today I managed to get both pieces out of the garage and up the hill to my place. Sure, one piece is still in the foyer on the fi

Well, I won't be able to get my china cabinet home...I went to go pick up the work truck from the other property, and guess what wasn't there? The fucking key. And the maintenance guy grabbed it yesterday and didn't bring it back. Colour me pissed off. So it looks like I'll be doing my best to figure out another way to get the damn thing home, probably on Monday. With the help of the dolly to get both pieces home and at least into the foyer of the house. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I'm not impressed in the slightest. Fuck it, I guess.

The job hunt continues, and I know that I need to get out of there before I lose what's left of my mind. Or I beat the living shit out of a coworker who has been a thorn in my side since he started. And the little fucker escalated last night by messaging my boss to say I was unprofessional because I told him I wasn't going to open the images he sent me and that I would look at the paperwork in the morning. What gets me is that he is the epitome of unprofessional in pretty much all his dealings and yet he has the nerve to call ME  unprofessional? And my boss pretty much backed him up and place a lot of the blame on me. And on my mental health. Which has almost no bearing on the situation with the asshole. Sure, the fact that he was caught sexually harassing a coworker and got little more than a slap on the wrist over it has triggered me to no end, but for the most part I can control my actions. Today, before I headed to the other property for my shift I stopped at the hotel and