Random Ramblings Are Random

By the time I'm done my shift on Sunday morning I will have put in 40 hours at work this week. Not bad for a gig that was only supposed to net me 30-32 hours a week. Of course, next week could very easily be back to 30 hours or less, but my fingers are crossed that I get more. I mean, I did say that I wanted at least 32 hours a week when I was interviewed. As long as I get enough to pay for rent, bills, groceries, and bus fare it's all pretty good. Anything extra is a bonus. I know that I've surprised more than a few folks at work with how hard I can work for an old bat. I turned 50 a couple of weeks ago and I'm the oldest employee in the store. Not that I mind at all, because being around younger folks helps to keep me young as well. Although right now I'm feeling my age due to how sore my feet and legs are after all the rushing around the store and back room I did this week. It seems that I will be routinely getting at least one overnight shift a week, although I...

So. Tonight I met the person who replaced myself and the other AGM at the hotel. If I'd known he was coming in I might have managed to hang on instead of quitting in a blaze of glory. I went in with my friend J as the new front desk employee had asked a question about something and nobody had the answer readily available via the chat. And J had to drop me off at home anyway so the hotel was on the way. The plan originally was to just stop in for a few moments, but sometimes the best laid plans go astray. Besides, I needed to run to the bathroom so I went inside as well. I met the new girl right away, and then met the missus who was brought in to do the laundry due in a large part to how backed up laundry had gotten. Who happens to be the wife of the person I mentioned at the top of this post...and he was still onsite despite having been there since 8am this morning. I managed to actually speak to him and explain WHY I left, and the circumstances under which I would be willing to re...

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 ...