Handling the job

In my last blog entry, I said: "The new girl at work is never going to make it if she does not abandon her narrow-minded thinking about how to solve a problem."

I am not sure if she began to doubt that she could handle the job, whether the longish commute she had was getting to her, or whether something else was a motive, but she called the property manager this weekend and quit. So, after just a month of having her on-board, we are back to square-one in getting another member for the team.

Since I know scheduling personnel will be difficult (and since the extra money would be nice), I told the property manager that I would be willing to work seven-days-a-week again until we could find someone else to hire.

It will be interesting to see what happens.

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Dammit

Most of the blog entries I make are for me, not for anyone else, to get something out that I feel needs to be said. I realize that my public entries are sometimes read by others, so this entry is for anyone reading that might give a shit. If nobody gives a shit, then whatever.

• Been busy, super busy, even on the few days-off I've had.


• Finally got nails done, thank goodness.


• New clothes, on sale, yay! It is so nice to be in "small" and "medium" again in most things, with only a smattering of "large" here and there. I have so many big-girl clothes that don't fit any more. Fucking yay!


• Still sharing my car, as His remains in the shop. Expert mechanic is stumped. Fucking technology. Dammit.


• Had to take a cab to work tonight. All of first hour's pay and part of second hour's pay went to make-up for the cab fare getting there. Dammit.


• Most of the time, I eat right and take care of myself. I seldom get sick. However, my boss got sick. Spread germs around the workplace. Now I am sick, too, dammit, but I can't take any time off because I haven't been there long enough and...


• This coming weekend is our busiest weekend of the entire year. I dread the next few days at work. Fucking party animals. Dammit.


• The new girl at work is never going to make it if she does not abandon her narrow-minded thinking about how to solve a problem. Then I will be working seven-days each week again until we find someone else. Dammit. And speaking of narrow-minded thinking...


• I love you, Mom, but fuck religion and the narrow-minded thinking that goes with it. Fucking religion. Dammit.


• The only thing possibly worse than religion is politics. Fucking politics. Fucking lies told by fucking self-serving politicians. Dammit.


• I ate too many cookies. I don't giveashit.


• My head is spinning. I need an aspirin and a foot-rub. Dammit.


• Other, less-crazed blog entries in the usual places, for anyone who cares. If anyone cares.


• Whatever.

© 2007 Sapphire @ Blogspot.com

Streams of Consciousness

streams of consciousness
doodles and words
flashes of lucidity
and creativity
burst forth
between the shadows
of the ordinary.
which is more real?
the steadfast?
or the exceptional?

© 2007 Sapphire @ Blogspot.com

15 minutes could save you 15% or more...

They weren't joking. With impressive speed, the GEICO web site gave me a quote that was HALF what I have been paying to Allstate for car insurance and I have MORE coverage than before!

The GEICO gecko knows what he is talking about. w00t!

He is a cutie, too!

I ♥ the gecko!

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Night Shift

I love working the Night Shift.

Except when there is a cute pair of shoes on sale at the Mall for half price and the frikking stores don't open until 10am.

Or it is time to get my nails done and the frikking nail salon doesn't open until 10am.

Usually, I can force myself to stay up long enough for those places to finally open their doors, but then I am too tired to really enjoy the experience of shopping and it's more like a "chore" than a "pleasure." For those of you on Day Shift, imagine the Mall opening it's doors for business at 10pm or 11pm, and you will realize what I mean.

But this week, even that is out of the question — His car is in the shop and we are sharing my little car. By the time the Mall or Nail Salon opens, He will already be whipping my ride towards His own workplace.

Poopie.

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Fire at Work

There was a fire at work last night.

Thankfully, everyone made it out safely and no one was injured in the least. The fire erupted in a stairwell on one end of the building, so it was relatively contained and isolated. The sprinkler system kicked into gear and probably had the fire itself put out long before the firemen arrived. The hallways on that end of the building were flooded from the accumulating water and clouds of black smoke were pouring out of one of the windows in the stairwell. The damage to the building was minimal — fortunately — although it will still cost quite a bit to vacuum the water out of the carpet on all floors, repair part of the ceiling on one level where the weight of the water burst through the second floor to the ground floor, replace one huge window in the stairwell that the firemen broke to clear the smoke, and so forth.

As luck would have it, our busiest weekend of the entire year falls three weeks from today. I don't know yet how that is going to affect the business or whether all the repairs can be made in time.

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