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I like that they trust me and all at work.
I do not like being pulled in three different directions at once, then being upset at when I don't get everything done. One person here, kids, one person.
I am really, really, really proud of getting three credits (opening a charge card) in one shift on a Tuesday afternoon- and the only three credits that came in while I was there. I wasn't trying to show anyone up. But I made a personal best, and I am not going to let anyone trounce on that. If they want to start flexing me out onto the floor, fine. Then do that. I don't care. When managers tell me that their going to start fighting for me, it makes me happy. When I walk back into the back room- at the end of my shift, mind you- and people are giving me bitchy attitude, it kinda kills my buzz. Whatever. I'm off my soapbox.
So the rest of my life is...
Non-existent?
Pretty much. Hahaha.
I was taking care of Chloe for Laura K this past weekend (Thurs-Sunday), because she had to go to Cincy. Lindsay left on Sunday night. That was actually pretty hard, and she's coming back to visit in a month. I got to see Becky last night, which made me happy, and I went over to Rachel's to see the dogs tonight, before the barn. And Cari, Molly, and I had a pizza party in DX 207. It was good times...
That's pretty much it. A majority of my crap is chilling in Rachel's barn, and I'm sort of in limbo here in the Annex.
Oh.
And I'm IPing Facility Design. I will not get another C- in a Bruce class.
Annnnnnnnnnnd... I got a fish.
I do not like being pulled in three different directions at once, then being upset at when I don't get everything done. One person here, kids, one person.
I am really, really, really proud of getting three credits (opening a charge card) in one shift on a Tuesday afternoon- and the only three credits that came in while I was there. I wasn't trying to show anyone up. But I made a personal best, and I am not going to let anyone trounce on that. If they want to start flexing me out onto the floor, fine. Then do that. I don't care. When managers tell me that their going to start fighting for me, it makes me happy. When I walk back into the back room- at the end of my shift, mind you- and people are giving me bitchy attitude, it kinda kills my buzz. Whatever. I'm off my soapbox.
So the rest of my life is...
Non-existent?
Pretty much. Hahaha.
I was taking care of Chloe for Laura K this past weekend (Thurs-Sunday), because she had to go to Cincy. Lindsay left on Sunday night. That was actually pretty hard, and she's coming back to visit in a month. I got to see Becky last night, which made me happy, and I went over to Rachel's to see the dogs tonight, before the barn. And Cari, Molly, and I had a pizza party in DX 207. It was good times...
That's pretty much it. A majority of my crap is chilling in Rachel's barn, and I'm sort of in limbo here in the Annex.
Oh.
And I'm IPing Facility Design. I will not get another C- in a Bruce class.
Annnnnnnnnnnd... I got a fish.