Thunderstorm rages, though not severe.

Secondly, the Calendar Geeks blog now has an RSS feed: calendar_geeks. Also, there are about ten calendars left in this printing run. If you want yours before our second run in November, get them now. :D

I am still sick, and think I have yet another relapse of EBV. It SUCKS. I hate my blood getting drawn, I hate going to the doc's office (I waited for two hours for a twenty minute consult. Tell me that isn't messed up.), and I hate not being at work. Of course, it's no secret that I hate my job, but I like getting paid. I'd rather do my job and get paid for that, than sitting at home sick.

I haven't gotten started on my Queen's Prize project, at least painting wise, but I also haven't accumulated all my paints yet. I think I may just bite the bullet and get paints from Walmart instead.

Bah. I really should get to bed, but as this storm is on the noisy side, I'm afraid sleep may not come soon.

I has a Mac.

And it works. And I love it. :D

In other, not so happy news, my day SUCKED. A lot. I'm trying not to let people get to me, but after five or six different people have said the exact same thing over and over, it gets a little old. And I don't want to deal with it. Nor do I like cleaning up other people's messes. It's not like they can't clean as they go. I did, and I still do. Even if I'm running late. It makes things easier on myself. Sooooo much easier.

It just feels like I'm babysitting forty-year olds, right now. That's a problem. How come I have to be the professional one, and they don't? Seriously. The only good thing to come out of today's work day was getting to go home early. And that was it.

My back's out of whack again, I'm missing my SCA friends (again), and I seriously am disliking life right now.

I know, I'm griping. I'm sorry. It's just not something I do all the time. And I need to get it off my chest, that's all.

CT went well. I've placed my request to get my CT pictures on disk for personal records, and I'll know for certain what's wrong (though I'm pretty sure it's all hormonal, still) Friday at 3.

I'm just dealing with the frustration of idiots at my place of employment thinking that migraines cannot be triggered by hormonal levels changing, and while that's not fun, I'd rather have my doc tell them they're dumbasses and not get in trouble over it than me telling them they're dumbasses.

We had an adventure today at work.

I got there, bright and early at 10:30 this morning, finished the loose ends around the station, opened, made a burrito.

Then: Sirens. And "Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported. Please evacuate the building," in a cool, not all-together unpleasant male voice (that is, until you hear it for the fifth billionth time). And no, it wasn't a planned drill, because the supervisors and management all got the deer-in-the-headlights look. That's always entertaining.

So, we haul our happy asses outside and grab a seat on a low retaining wall/bike rack. (seriously, whoever planned this needs to be shot. I've tripped over that damn thing too many times) and grabbed a seat. Some of the faster thinking Aramarkers grabbed cigarettes on the way out (how, I don't know), and proceeded to have a smoke break. That's irony. So is rain on your wedding day. A free ride when you've already paid. Some good advice that you just didn't take. But who would've thought it figured? :P

Anyway... we all grab a seat, and in rushes the Campus Safety car, lights and sirens going nutso. Out of the car runs Kristiana, who frequents the Mexican concept, at the fastest clip I've ever seen a Campus Safety officer run. Up the stairs she went, and a crowd starts to form at the bottom entrance to the Union, with people milling about trying to figure out what the hell happened. Naturally, people assume that I know what's going on because I work there. Sorry, y'all. I'm just as clueless (because I never get a straight story from anyone).

Thirty minutes later, the all clear is sounded, and the Aramarkers are told to be at the front to be ready for the sudden influx of hungry college students. We get in, find out what else has happened (it smells like burnt plastic, over-fried egg rolls, and various other ick) to find that the people we're supposed to feed were like vultures circling over carrion in the desert.

You know it's bad when you've got supervisors putting on vinyl gloves to help out with food prep.

At any rate, we got the sudden (and yes, I do mean sudden) influx taken care of, and then I found out what happened.

The Catering department has several food warmers. Apparently, they were warm (and no one knew, oddly) and on top of them were plastic bread warmers. These erupted into flame, and thus caused the fire alarm.

Only here, I swear.

I want to thank everyone who stepped forward and made a comment on my prior entry.

God is good. All the time.

I have a new job lined up. At. Quiznos, in the Student Union. I'm very happy. And from what Anti tells me, it's well worth working there. And I get to work there full-time.

I've also written up my resignation letter, with a little help from Mom ("absolutely no one should be screaming and cussing at you when you're still learning and even afterwards!", and here you go.

I accepted a job at Kwik Zone hoping to utilize my six years of business ownership and 2-1/2 years of retail experience where I was consistently recognized as a top producer. I am very proud of these achievements as they demonstrate my abilities to work with difficult people and situations and are be able to rise above them. However, after a very short time with your organization, it has become obvious that my wealth of experience has somehow failed me.

Therefore, it seems best for both of us that I resign my position with Kwik Zone effective Monday, September 5, 2005.

I certainly wish you the best of luck in the future. Thanks for the opportunity.

Honestly, I'm sick of it. And, I don't care that my last full day working there, I'll get paid 5.15 for not giving them two weeks notice. It's their problem now, not mine. Honestly, if they're going to treat people like they're worse than nothing, it's not worth being there. I don't even think the "contract" I signed is legal. (I signed a contract stating that if I did not give two weeks notice on my resignation that they would dock my paycheque.)

Here's to new beginnings and a much healthier work environment.

And I'm sunburnt. All from sitting out at the table for the organisational fair at the university. It's not bad, as I can still feel my face and it doesn't hurt, but you can tell that I got a little too much sun. I think it's time that I invest in a parasol for the sunny days.

Oh, I didn't tell you. The "assistant manager"? She had her kid two days ago, and the kid had to be LifeFlighted to either KC or St. Joe, because she didn't follow doctor's orders and was lifting heavy things in her third trimester. Linda, the only other person that seems to know how to do their job in a professional manner and is not a family member, has said to me on more than one occasion that she has a feeling that the employees of the gas station will have to pay for the $10k flight. Pray for them, please, as I know not everyone may not be able to leave.

I'm also freaking out a bit when I give S the letter of resignation, because I've seen how people like that take things when things don't go their way. Honestly, I'm scared, but I also couldn't care more about being there any longer than I need to. I realise this is sad and pathetic, but I've seen the writing on the wall, and I know I have to get out.

*sigh*

I'm just going to start off by saying I know I've been gone, and while there really shouldn't be much of an excuse for being a spoilt brat, which reading my past entries and what-not, I have been. I just really miss having the connection that I once had with people. And my safety net is virtually gone.

So, a recap.

I lost my job at Energizer (which is where we paused at). Searched for three weeks until I got a job at a local gas station. More about this later.

I'm in the process of joining the Episcopal church in town. Yay.

I went to an Antistotic Family thing (now known as AF), where I got to basically run the thing after about 10 PM, because I've done the special event plus alcohol thing. It was not amusing. Those of you who are laughing, stop that. :P Seriously. I got to listen to my future father-in-law sing "Friends in Low Places" in such a stupor that I'm surprised he was even able to stand up. (Never hire a bartender who downs every other shot. Common sense, please. -.- )

Gas station. Yes. Look up Hell. This is what this place should be. Abusive boss (my manager), nepotism rampant, and I get to deal with this at the great price of my soul being beaten down daily, coming home and crying my eyes out, and followed by rampant cursing. In fact, this is what I wrote in my Moleskine about yesterday.

I'm really loathing work.

Seriously. I am miserable when I open the door and miserable when I leave.

My boss may be a lovely woman, I'm sure, but, my biggest fear at work is that her straightforwardness and her literal screaming at me to "slow down and (I kid you not) FUCKING THINK" and to "move my ass and hurry up" when I work at things is going to break me down until I am nothing inside, to crush my spirit and to conform to every last detail that ISN'T covered in her "training manual." Did I mention that there is no training manual? That's right. I'm learning all of this from multiple people how to do things. In fact, I'm not sure how one can hurry up and slow down and think at the same time. I, for one cannot be in two places at once, nor can I be in two separate brain-states at once. Ugh.

I'm still learning. I've only been there a total of nine days. It takes the human brain 28 days to learn a new habit. Breaking them takes much longer, and it's harder to do them both at the same time. At Godiva, I had three five day weeks to understand how to do things and also had countless things to read (and even after I was completely trained, I had books and tapes I had to watch to garner the information to be a good chocolatier.

I'm sick of people like my boss not knowing how to work with employees to do their jobs accordingly. Not once, before working where I am now, has one of my managers raised their voice in anger to me about a problem with me. Nor have they criticised me in front of other coworkers or customers. Perhaps it's where I've worked, but I can't see this as being professional. In short, I feel that I haven't been treated well, and honestly, I'm at a crossroads. The girl I'll be replacing for a time is the manager's daughter, who is great with child for the third time and will probably deliver in a few weeks to months, and is the "assistant manager," which means that she barely lifts a finger and gets paid for it. I'm just sick of it. The nepotism, the abuse, and the near constant trouncing is enough to make me say that they can have their dysfunctional store and just leave. I'm half-tempted to just quit after tomorrow and be done with it.

Yeah.

I'm going to stop whining now. And restart praying the Serenity Prayer.

Good news:

dragoncaller, I got your book, and I'm starting to read chapter by chapter. It's hard to not put down, my dear. And it came on the best day for it to come...yesterday, the day from Hell. Thank you, my friend, for sharing your gift of writing with me.

I'm heading to bed. Thanks, everyone.