Visitors?

So, I've had 4 unique visitors to my blog recently...and each of them have read my entry titled "TastesLikeChicken".  I can't figure out why?  Maybe someone has linked to that entry somewhere directing people to my blog?  It's just weird.

Shhhhh.

So, I have a plan.  But I don't want to tell Magnum...even though I'm wicked excited...because I always feel like he doesn't believe in me.  Wait.  That's not right.   I believe, some where buried deep with in I believe Magnum expects me to fail.  Even if he never gives me any indication of that at all.  I'm sure it's rooted in my childhood and the fact that I never felt encouraged or got the appreciation I deserved from my mother.  She never made a big deal when I did something good...only when I did something not good.  So I expect Magnum to do that same, so as soon as I tell him something, I lose my passion for it, because in my mind, he expects me to fail, so I do.  Does that make any sense at all?

Anyway...I'm excited about my plan.  And rather then run it by Magnum, I'm going to plan it all out, and then tell him about it once it's in place.

I have an opportunity, while getting unemployment, to go back to school.  Granted, I won't be making near as much as I was while employed...but I know I can do it.

I've already mapped my schedule and I'm going tomorrow or Friday to meet an advisor. 

I'll get my Teaching Assistant Certification...and then after that I'll continue to work on my Bachelor's in Education.

Sounds good, doesn't it.  And, I'm already prepared for the winter blues, so that shouldn't be a problem this year.

Yay me.  Don't tell.  :)

Advice?

Am I wrong to feel like...I'm better than the ex boss?  Like she's still at the foot of the mountain and I'm over it?  Like I am and will always be above her.  And I'm not trying to be mean there...I just take a little...what's the word...not that I'm better than her...but I'm.......UGH.  I told Magnum I was looking for a word and he said corrugated.  Pride...but not really. 

Anyway...here's what I need advice about.  And you don't have to be a follower to answer:

I want to go back to school with the ultimate goal of teaching on a college level.  So...the question is:  HOW?  I have an associates degree-I'm planning to take some supplemental classes until I can go to a 4 year college next year, majoring in elementary ed.  But, do I need to go for the elementary ed thing? 

I was all set to blog...and then Big Brother comes on.  So now I'm not as passionate as I was.  Grrr.

More later.

Unchristanlike.

Haha...I wrote an email to a close friend about why I got fired.  I decided to post it here.  Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a mysterious voice saying:  That is just so unchristianlike.  Ha! 

."..my crusty old menopausal bag of a boss told me we didn't mesh and I was "let go" on Friday. She had no reason other than that. I was rockin in that job. I honestly think I was running circles around her and doing such a good job...she didn't like it...so she fired me. It's that simple. I've reported her to the labor board, and I'm going to meet with her boss and the owner of the company. As jobs go, I'll find another. But I really bonded with my residents and they were like family to me...so I'm heartbroken from that aspect. I didn't even get to say goodbye to some of them-so I had to call them from home to tell them goodbye. Oh, well. Life goes on. What goes around comes around and I sincerely believe Karma will come around and bite the old hag in her crusty old ass. :) I just hope Karma doesn't choke and die when it gets a taste of that."

Good.

I'm such a positive person, it almost gets on my own nerves sometimes.  :)

Really...I just see the good.  I got fired on Wednesday...and although I'm sad about not seeing my residents anymore...I'm excited to start on the next chapter of life. 

One door closes, another opens.

My only concern now is the health, safety and well being of those residents...the way things are currently going over there with management and her cronies...it's bound to end badly. 

But, as for me, I simply see this as opportunity.  On to bigger and better things.

MeshThisUCrustyOl'Bag!

So, I log on to rant...I find that I now have 17 followers!  Yay me!

Now for the rant...

I was "let go" from my job yesterday.  Why?  Because the boss didn't like me.  Seriously.  Not because I wasn't doing my job.  Not because I was late, or absent, or sleeping in my office...nope...she just didn't like me.  She flat out told me she was letting me go because she and I didn't mesh.

WHAT?  I'm not supposed to mesh with her.  I'm supposed to be there for the residents.  I'm a liason between the residents and the staff.  Not the staffs best friend.  But whatever...I want to file a complaint but I don't know who to go to with it.

I mean, I'll get unemployment.  And I'll have no problem getting a new job...the point is...I was good at that one.  I was the best coordinator that place has ever seen.

I was leaving yesterday and people were crying and clinging to me.  And the saddest part is, if those residents don't have me, they don't have anyone.  Over the course of the past 6 months, I've heard several people say they are afraid to say anything to anyone about the living conditions there because then the manager will kick them out.

Oh well.  I hope that someone realizes that she's a bad person soon...very soon. 

Robbed.

I hate it that I let an old crotchety power hungry "boss" rob me of sleep. 

I sat here last night, going over and over all of the things she said, and even though I know I'm right, I start to question myself.  Even though I know, that I have my resident's best interests at heart 100% of the time, the boss has me feeling suddenly insecure about it. 

It's so frustrating because I don't know where to go from here.  I don't like being threatened on trumped up charges.

If I'm doing a bad job...if someone is complaining to you that I'm not doing my job...then fine.  Write me up.  However, if you are going to threaten me because I work 9-5:30 instead of 8-4:30 because I have a broken car, that's just meanness.  There is NOTHING so pressing at 8:00am in the resident's lives that I need to be threatened with job loss. 

And the more I think about it...she ranted about how I need to be there for the resident's and how consistency was important....so what about the week she had me cleaning out closets???  What about the day she had me sitting in her office because she wasn't there because she was car shopping?  Is she gonna sit in my office when I'm not there?

She wants me to have morning meetings with her, but morning meetings with her end up being a huge "let's talk negatively about people" fest.  Not my cup of tea.  She wants me to be more involved with the staff, except I'm uncomfortable being chummy with people who I feel don't really value the residents.  Every single one of them has talked negatively about the residents. 

Grrrr.  The more I think about it, the madder I get.  How about the day that the boss came to me, in the middle of my health fair (which I single handedly put together with no help from her or the other staff), and she whispers rather loudly in my ear "I'm going to fucking kill ____________."  Insert residents name.  How professional is that?  Or the time that I was meeting with a resident and she came to my office door and banged on it so loudly that it scared the hell out of the resident?  I could go on, but what's the point really?

If I didn't love the job so much, I might actually just throw in the towel. 

Note to self:  Working for a menopausal woman is not a good idea. 

The worst part is, that now I'm questioning myself, when I know damn good and well, that I am doing an awesome job.  GRRRR.

CounselThisBitch.

I got a "counseling statement" at work today.  Which basically means my boss got pissed off and decided to trump up some charges.  I wish I felt guilty.  I wish there was some truth to what she was saying.  But there's not.  And it just pisses me off.  And, where do I go from here?

She wrote me up, and said if things don't change, in two weeks, I'll be terminated.  WHAT?  Are you kidding me?  I am by far and wide THE best Service Coordinator that building has ever seen.  She has NO idea what I do all day long, and she doesn't value what I do anyway.  I'm not her friend, I don't sit out on the back patio and smoke with her, like the handy man does. 

I responded, in writing, to her statement.  I gave her copies of my daily log sheets-which log every minute of every day at work.  She called me to her office once before on some trumped up charges, and I just let it slide, but I made a note of it, and ever since then I've been keeping track of everything I do.

I don't know if it's PMS or if she gets written up and she lashes out at me? 

I am the last employee at that building that needs to be talked to.  The cleaner sells off the furniture of the past resident's, and I'm pretty sure he pockets the cash, but I can't guarantee it.  A resident told me last week that she gives the handyman money every time he comes to her apartment to fix something.  The boss talks negatively about the residents.  She calls them whack jobs, crazy, bitches, fags. 

Where do I go from here?  I avoid conflict at all costs, but goddammit, this time I'm not just gonna let it slide.  She's wrong, I'm right. 

Ugh.  I hate people.

DeadAir.

Yes, once again, I've failed at the blog o' day thing.  I swear somehow, in the back of my mind, I set myself up for failure. 

I'm awake at 3:55am, again.  I wake up with such a panic...or worry?  I wake up worried about stuff.  It's really disturbing.  And, the air right now...again...I feel like I can't breath.  I let the cat out just now, and the air outside is just dead air.  Not pleasant at all.  I really think I understand how a fish feels out of water.  This has to be how he feels.

Oy.& Vey.

TwilightPrairie.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Have you ever wished you could enter a book?

Twilight.  Easy.  :)

Little House on the Prairie would be fun to.  :)

Insomniac.

Yes, once again, I am awake, at 4 am.  I guess I will always have a wee bit of insomnia.  I wake up every night around the same time.  Sometimes I can go right back to sleep...other times I lay there trying like hell to grab onto some more sleep.  Then, there are other times when I know, sleep has left the building.  So I get up, tinker around online, and fall back asleep around 6.  Which really blows, because when I have to get up an hour later for work, it's extremely difficult.  :(  Poor poor pitiful me.

Wait...I'm gonna go grab a writing prompt...

Who is your favorite author?  Yeah, I pretty much covered that in my last post.  Jennifer Weiner.  Didn't even have to think about that prompt huh?

Ok, it's only 4:06...maybe I can catch a wee bit more sleep before 6. 

Seeped.

So here we go again.  I'm on the August blog roll.  :)  I have to remember that I'm on the blogroll because I'm choosing to be on the blogroll.  Nobody's making me do it.

I had a lot of stuff to write about earlier today.  Now of course, it's the end of the day and all of the good stuff has seeped out into the ozone and all I'm left with is:  Why the fuck am I sitting here watching Pawn Stars with Chumlee making a complete ass of himself?  I mean, he embarrasses me.  Good lord.

I think I'm going to pull the writing prompts from the blogroll website each day:

Today's Writing Prompt
Monday, August 1, 2011

What is your favourite book?

Hmmm...see, now I have to think.  I like books that make me FEEL the book.  When I read, I want to smell the smells, I want to see the colors, I want to taste the tastes.  Jennifer Weiner does a good job of descriptive writing.  I'll go with "Good In Bed" followed closely by "In Her Shoes".  Of course, my friend Tiffany also wrote a book called Tamporlea which I am a fan of.  It's the first in a trilogy and honestly at first I only bought it because she wrote it.  But after reading it, I am a fan.  So an honorable mention goes to Tiffany Lovering & Tamporlea.  If you buy it, make sure you tell her I sent you.  :)