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Ok. So it's only been about 7 weeks or so. Seems like longer than that. The new job sucked. All I wanted to do was WORK and get a paycheck but corporate America seems to be all about meetings so everyone can be informed, although it leaves no time to actually do the things you learned about in the meetings. GADS, the civilian work world is strange. I could go on and on and on about why I gave notice after two weeks, why I gave it again after being asked to stay, and why I gave it the third time and turned in my security badge. I really miss the gals I worked with but two of them are still coming for nails and that's good. Another one quit after 3 weeks and one cries everyday while she works because she wants to quit but has a son and needs the money. Let's just say that NO ONE needs 6 bosses. No one. I guess we all thought that being hired as temps for one specific purpose meant we would be able to do the job while everyone else did..............whatever............ but they wanted to drag us around to show us how hard their job is. Might not have been so hard if they didn't go to 3 hour long meetings a day, take their breaks, their lunches, and 'stretch moments'. What is a 'stretch moment' anyway????? Stay in your cubicle, People, and turn out some work!!!! Let's see, for Halloween, we had a work stoppage for an hour and a half while everyone who was dressed in a costume could go from floor to floor, cubicle to cubicle, and pass/receive candy (I have never seen so many fat people consume so much candy) and being diabetic, this was not my idea of fun. Even though I did not dress up or bring candy I was not allowed to work while the others played. Someone at our sister site in Tennessee had a birthday, so for two hours, we had a work stoppage while a cake was brought to OUR site so we could conference call with Tennessee and everyone could have cake for that other person's birthday. Pure sugar. And caffeine - LOTS of caffeine. Three of us snuck back to our cubicles and started working. One of the many bosses then had the nerve to tell me I am anti-social because I don't devour sweets and look for reasons to socialize and not work. I had to tell her I wasn't there for socialization. I was there to do a temporary job and get a paycheck. ANTISOCIAL, my ass. I just socialized on my lunch break. Thanksgiving is just a couple of days away. We will go to Hubby's family's again this year. I have half a mind to show up emptyhanded because last year we came home with everything I cooked and took up there because, well - I am not from around here, so one of his brothers who is an declared that people from Maine don't eat 'that stuff'. Ok. I'm sorry bread pudding, crab-stuffed mushrooms, home made cranberry sauce, shrimp mousse and crackers, and green bean cassarole are foreign food to some people, but what really got my goat is that because Brother declared the food off limits no one dared to even sample it. Bite me. My son arrived home from Iraq 5 days ago. I am sure at some point he will call me. I am sick of everyone sending me pics, calling me after he has left their house to tell me how good he looks. I guess if he wants to talk to me he will and I will wait my turn. I am heartbroken because I looked at his MySpace account the other day and read his post about how his step-Dad is his hero, he loves his sister, adores his neice. Yes I am crying. I never even got an honorable mention. But I am his mother. And as soon as he stops to call me all will be forgiven because - that's what mother's do. He looks great though. No bumps or bruises that I can see from the pictures. What else really matters? Nothing. Ever want to see yourself through other people's eyes? What do they really think of you? I guess it really shocked me to have someone tell me to my face that I am anti-social. That I am hard and in-flexible and judgemental. No wonder my son hasn't called me yet. Before you say that I could call him, no I can't. I don't have his phone number. |
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11/20/2007 5:30 am |
I hope your son calls you soon. how i see you from reading your blog. intelligent capable logical hardworking good cook and indeed sociable when it suits.lol i enjoyed your blog hun,hope the rest of your day is good hugs to you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx come and roll in the mud i wanna get dirty.
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