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Wow! After posting last night I remember what I have been missing. I miss the sanity this journal has brought. You really are like an old friend that I haven’t seen in years. It’s time to get back to making trouble in the virtual world.
I’m not making my journal private any more. I did it to keep my fellow employees out of my personal life. What’s the use? We loving call this place our own private “Fifth Ring of Hell.” Everyone has one; I’m just able to cope more than ever. Screw them, if they want to know what I have to say great. It’s not illegal right? (Lawyers advice needed!) I’m taking Business Law and they don’t cover this in the one semester mandatory class for all business majors.
Sometimes there is no one to talk to. Scratch that. Sometimes there is no one who will listen to my bullshit, so I’m back letting all of you loving voyeurs listen. Lucky you!
My life
Welcome to the world of today. I currently spend forty hours of my week working in “The Ring.” It’s a government job. My first “real” job. (Insert Female Horror Movie Scream) What I mean by “real” is, this my first full time job. Like all jobs it has its highs and lows. As things come up I will be giving live reports from “The Ring.”
I go to school full time. Four classes a semester. I’m hoping to be finished in December, but my motivation is lacking. I’m currently having trouble doing the course work and attending class. This happens at this time EVERY semester. Sometimes I’m able to conquer the mountain of pain and sometimes I’m not.
I also joined a local fraternal organization. Which you are thinking how is that since I’m a woman. Easy, they let women join, but they just treat us like second class members. Don’t you love the women’s rights movement, too bad it hasn’t penetrated this organization. It doesn’t matter; when I first joined I loved this place. I was living in a bubble of hope. It was a great distraction. I was doing things I loved with people I could tolerate. Now that the veil has been lifted this place is a joke. My father also belongs to the organization which makes my already troubled existence a little worse. There are tons of stories about this place. I don’t want to overwhelm you so I will tell you the most recent.
Here is South Florida there is this fast food joint called Wendy’s. You may have heard of it. The Wendy’s I’m talking about is in this less than desirable neighborhood (for once in my life I will be PC). This neighborhood is so fantastic that I wouldn’t let a stray dog walk the sidewalks. Like everything, daylight lets the gloom fade away, to the illusion of some normalcy. Some people were having lunch in this Wendy’s and well a maniac with a gun (go figure), goes into the Wendy’s and fires the gun randomly. One of the people having lunch was an off duty firefighter. Who was shot and died. The only death, I might add. It’s sad. No one likes to hear about people dying. My lodge got in its head to take one of our Saturday entertainment nights and turn it into a benefit for this gentleman’s family. The benefit is over a month away. The County has given this gentleman the “killed in the line of duty” status, which will give his family extra money. The firefighters had a boot collection at his wake for the family. A local comedy club donated all their ticket sales one night to this man. I understand publicity. I get it, but do we need to be showing ourselves as one of those people who try to make money off of the dead? Just asking. After all the publicity went out about us giving them a portion of the door proceeds to the family, the members decided (wisely) to not give the proceed to the family and give a flat donation. I’m sorry, but how tacky is that. Don’t re-nig on the money you have offered. That’s bullshit! As one person told me when discussing the organization and thought process for this event, “It’s a 2x4 with a nail through it.” Awesome right!
Moving right along . . . I’ve only been interrupted six times while trying to write this at work, gosh those slave drivers. Until we meet again.
I’m not making my journal private any more. I did it to keep my fellow employees out of my personal life. What’s the use? We loving call this place our own private “Fifth Ring of Hell.” Everyone has one; I’m just able to cope more than ever. Screw them, if they want to know what I have to say great. It’s not illegal right? (Lawyers advice needed!) I’m taking Business Law and they don’t cover this in the one semester mandatory class for all business majors.
Sometimes there is no one to talk to. Scratch that. Sometimes there is no one who will listen to my bullshit, so I’m back letting all of you loving voyeurs listen. Lucky you!
My life
Welcome to the world of today. I currently spend forty hours of my week working in “The Ring.” It’s a government job. My first “real” job. (Insert Female Horror Movie Scream) What I mean by “real” is, this my first full time job. Like all jobs it has its highs and lows. As things come up I will be giving live reports from “The Ring.”
I go to school full time. Four classes a semester. I’m hoping to be finished in December, but my motivation is lacking. I’m currently having trouble doing the course work and attending class. This happens at this time EVERY semester. Sometimes I’m able to conquer the mountain of pain and sometimes I’m not.
I also joined a local fraternal organization. Which you are thinking how is that since I’m a woman. Easy, they let women join, but they just treat us like second class members. Don’t you love the women’s rights movement, too bad it hasn’t penetrated this organization. It doesn’t matter; when I first joined I loved this place. I was living in a bubble of hope. It was a great distraction. I was doing things I loved with people I could tolerate. Now that the veil has been lifted this place is a joke. My father also belongs to the organization which makes my already troubled existence a little worse. There are tons of stories about this place. I don’t want to overwhelm you so I will tell you the most recent.
Here is South Florida there is this fast food joint called Wendy’s. You may have heard of it. The Wendy’s I’m talking about is in this less than desirable neighborhood (for once in my life I will be PC). This neighborhood is so fantastic that I wouldn’t let a stray dog walk the sidewalks. Like everything, daylight lets the gloom fade away, to the illusion of some normalcy. Some people were having lunch in this Wendy’s and well a maniac with a gun (go figure), goes into the Wendy’s and fires the gun randomly. One of the people having lunch was an off duty firefighter. Who was shot and died. The only death, I might add. It’s sad. No one likes to hear about people dying. My lodge got in its head to take one of our Saturday entertainment nights and turn it into a benefit for this gentleman’s family. The benefit is over a month away. The County has given this gentleman the “killed in the line of duty” status, which will give his family extra money. The firefighters had a boot collection at his wake for the family. A local comedy club donated all their ticket sales one night to this man. I understand publicity. I get it, but do we need to be showing ourselves as one of those people who try to make money off of the dead? Just asking. After all the publicity went out about us giving them a portion of the door proceeds to the family, the members decided (wisely) to not give the proceed to the family and give a flat donation. I’m sorry, but how tacky is that. Don’t re-nig on the money you have offered. That’s bullshit! As one person told me when discussing the organization and thought process for this event, “It’s a 2x4 with a nail through it.” Awesome right!
Moving right along . . . I’ve only been interrupted six times while trying to write this at work, gosh those slave drivers. Until we meet again.