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A FML quickie…

17 days straight without a day off…  Yes seventeen.  W. T. F?!?!  Yeah I know right?

All this running around and waiting is making me impatient and more then a little crazy.  Today of course being the yuckiest of all.  My day started at 6am then finished off at 10:30pm.  With a lovely hour & a half lull in between, which was largely spent on the smelly metro shuttling my ass back from one job to the next.  I was supposed to finish at 11 but by the grace of God it wasn\’t busy so I left early.  Holy christ my feet feel as if they\’re going to fall off my body.

I\’m limiting my availability at COC next week so I can catch a break (in spite of the fact that I didn\’t work at all during the week there this week) and there\’s NO damn way I\’m working next weekend.  Its bad enough that I have to spend 8 freaking hours of my day at a infant CPR/First aid/home safety training course because working in the daycare requires it on Sunday.  Dear God I better get to keep this job!  I did however get my birth certificate YAY! That however is a whole other nightmare unto itself.  Saturday is MINE!  ALL MINE!

I\’ll slow down once everything checks out, in the meantime I have to whore myself out to both jobs until I am damn sure I have secured employment at the daycare.  Then I can work at COC when I feel like it for extra tattoo, Visa bill paying money.  If I never update my blog again its because I dropped dead from exhaustion somewhere along the line.

Just sayin…  

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Spewing forth randomness

I dream about him, this is driving me crazy.  Its one thing to consume my thoughts from time to time but when they invade my dreams, its almost disturbing to me on a certain level.  I had one the other night, that he was on the phone and somehow I missed it and I tried to call him back and he wasn\’t there.  I woke up, and I was upset.  I shouldn\’t be but I was.

Why is it that things that appear to good to be true usually are?  Totally pessimistic I know, but still.

You know what irritates the hell out of me?  People who undermine me!  Happened at work today, when I\’m working with one of the newer staff members I tend to hang back just a little.  Mostly because they need to man the fuck up and learn.  I was not a happy girl today for a number of reasons.  Most of them stress related but still…  He comes on the line, sits there and munches away on an apple (with a full board) while I get my ass kicked.  Oh then to top it off, I\’m looking at my schedule for the week @ COC (no days off for a possible 3 weeks straight, holy fuck!).  The he walks up to me and says:\”What time are you done at? Now. Oh well can you do some dishes before you leave? Excuse me? \”  OK first of all: I. wear. the. pants. in. the. kitchen. NOT you.  Nor do you have the right to ask me to stay later on the clock, Christ even I don\’t have that privilege of doing that.  Nor do you have the right to complain either!  Take some fucking initiative and make it happen.  Just because your accustomed to having it done upon arrival does not give you the God given right to expect it to be like that all the time.  Besides its reading week aka spring break and yes this was the busiest night we\’ve had in oh I dunno 12 days but still not nearly as insane as it usually is.

Seriously, these boys know NOTHING about problem solving!  They freak out when there\’s not enough prep, yet God forbid they get off their ass and do some.  Freeman left me a note about prep.  Good stuff, at least he listened to me when I mentioned that.  However Jerk sauce isn\’t part of my duties.  Why?  Because we buy it pre-made you fool!  They don\’t know where everything is, they have no idea how to prep next to nothing and all this other shit.  Seriously?  They\’re killing me, really.  Although in a rather ego driven moment, I am pretty thrilled about one of my creations hitting the new menu!  We changed it in the new year, however we\’re eliminating quite a few items that just aren\’t cutting it.  Although some things are semi OK sellers yet they\’re yanking them off the menu regardless.  Ah well its not my judgment call.  Just seems frivolous to me that they spent all this money on the new menu design & printing now and they\’re changing it.  Not that it matters, seems to me that 96.3% of the people who order from us don\’t read the details anyway.  As in you know when we open.  Idiots.

So no days off from either job, yeah the money is nice and until my background checks either in or out I very much prefer to hold onto my night job until my temporary contract is up with the daycare (as in my 30 day trial period to see if I make the final cut or not).  Can\’t wait to see how bitchy I get in the up-coming weeks ha ha.  Damn bills, URGH!

Travis is being extra nice to me lately…  Kinda strange because we don\’t really talk that much at work.  Sometimes we do, but more often then not we don\’t.  In any case, some of his gestures were really sweet! 🙂  Even though I suspect he has an ulterior motive…  Meh whatever.

Sean totally made me have an Awe moment.  Those are quite rare, I however blame hormones.

I just about damn near had a stroke today when someone at work said OMG Steph are you pregnant?  Granted I could see why they would make such a comment because I normally don\’t do that sort of thing at work.  Spazzing out is normal for me, other things, not so much.  Also our bathroom smelled like someone had died in there when I was in there this morning.  Slightly disturbing since I was the first to arrive & it was like that when I got there.

Oh yeah, changing the fryer oil is sooooooo nasty.  At least with the one fryer, I literally had to stick my hand in there to clear away the tender crumbs that were forming walls around the elements to find the drain.  I was literally up to my elbows in fryer oil and sludge.  Of course, one of our bio-oil containers is filled with a bunch of shit.  Such as paint cans, branches and other misc stuff.  Yeah I know it looks like one of the garbage cans in the alley but its not.  I think we should just toss it(the crap that\’s in there) in the alley and forget about it.  The one container we have is over-flowing as it is (oops, that was my bad) and that\’s so irritating because they never empty the whole damn thing!

URRRRRRRRRGH!

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Fear & loathing

no, not in Vegas.  Here in the privacy of my own home as I sit here and contemplate a few things.  The meaning of life not being one of those things.  Everyone has fears, some of them completely and utterly irrational to most people.  However if that fear resonates inside of you, its very real.  I can recall a few times from my early teenage years that the most devastating thing that could ever happen to you would be to get pregnant.  Sitting in the clinic waiting to pee in some cup because that\’s the free option (those damn tests cost a fortune), in spite of the looks you know your going to get from the nurse.  The fear that courses through your veins while waiting 15 mins for the lab to process your test, praying to anyone/someone that your not going to fall prey to teenage pregnancy.  I got lucky in that regard, I never got pregnant while I was a teenager.

I\’m not an irresponsible person, especially when it comes to sex.  Things happen, mistakes happen, guys pull stupid stunts like oh it broke so I took it off.  Really?  Well here\’s another one, in spite of my being on the pill for what feels like forever.  Plan B is a God send for those situations, which I have thankfully only had twice in the past 31 years.  The first time I was 18, you needed a prescription from the doctor.  Christ that made me sick!  No I don\’t believe that plan B is the ultimate form of birth control because its not.  However when faced with these situations its nice to have a \”plan B\” as opposed to waiting to see if you get your period or not.  Now in most provinces you can get it without a prescription, that\’s a good thing in some regards.  Yes I guess in a way it could be a double edged sword but in the same token its less taxing on clinics and our heath care system overall.  People tend to run to a clinic or the ER for nonsense things such as a runny nose or things such as plan B.   Yes I am guilty of doing one of those things, but as a teenager/young adult I didn\’t care have those options that we do now.

There\’s a different level of terror that comes with sitting in your bathroom with that test in your hand watching and waiting for something to happen.  Waiting until your late for some people isn\’t an option, especially if your on the pill.  Why?  Because your period isn\’t real.  Which is precisely why when your on the pill you can skip those 7 day sugar pills and move onto the next pack period free.  So says my OBGYN anyway, haven\’t tried that yet.  Mostly because of the whole cost thing, they\’re not expensive by any means but still.  Being under QC\’s health care which includes drug benefits, they only allow you to refill your script 12x through the year and my Dr. only gives me 6 months at a time.  Whereas skipping those would mean I need at least 2 extra packs a year to make up for them.

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My Vagina

NO really, I am writing a blog post about my vag & other things I got sidetracked in places OK? Funny story about my vagina, I called it a bagina when I was small.  I know, so cute makes you want to go squee right?  Perhaps not but whatever.  Anyway, I volunteered my lady bits to partake in an art book.  Not I, just my vag.  Its called the uvula project & its all about vagina\’s and lots of them.  Not just mine.  Although perhaps a book starring my vagina would be kind of cool.  Although, I can only think of one person who might appreciate that.  Perhaps not, he could be dead for all I know.  Which would suck on so. many. levels.  I digress however, after all we were talking about my vagina right?

Anyway today is that day.  I\’m tired, cranky, bloated and stuff.  My vagina, well that was a  little whole lot of cranky too.  That was one of the main reason(s) I had to make the painful decision to say no to catching up Thursday night (which I would have loved to do) oh and my sleep schedule was so fubar\’ed that it also would have been a bad idea.  Which was too bad, they had stories to share.  I like other people\’s stories, they\’re interesting.  Maybe I\’ll still get to hear them & talk about something other then what a train wreck my life is for a change.  I like knowing more about people, but I don\’t generally ask a lot of questions unless the mood strikes me because I hate to pry.  Perhaps not (as in have the opportunity)?  Which would also suck 🙁  Oh there I go being all moody again.  ANYWAY (I know, get on with it right?) as I was saying…

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