Stolen from Gary (I love ya, man!)
Ground Rules: The First player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yourself", and people who get tagged need to write a LJ entry about their 5 queer habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. When I'm calling someone, I always count the number of rings it takes for them to answer/voicemail to pick up. I usually hang up at eight. (It's a habit from work.)
2. I grow my pinky nails long just so I can bite them (not off, but just bite them).
3. I spend more money than I know I should, then argue with my husband that I don't when he points it out.
4. I CONSTANTLY point out spelling/grammatical errors whenever I see them. (There's this bakery down 10 Mile from my house called "Wholey Moley"...only they spell it "Wholley Molley", which I think should be pronounced "Holly Molly". That bugs the piss out of me.)
5. I buy the super large cups of hot chocolate from 7-Eleven, even though I know I'll only drink enough to fill half the smallest size.
Heh. It's weird to see those quirks you have printed out in front of you.
I almost got hit by a semi on my way to work when we had that six inches of snow fall overnight recently. Gabriel was in the car with me. My car wouldn't stop, even though I was jamming my foot on the brake pedal. It just kept skidding in the snow. I came within about 4-5 feet of hitting this semi head-on (I was in the left turn lane) when I was finally able to stop. I just sat there, stunned, for a minute before I realized that I was holding up traffic and I had to keep going. I dropped Gabe off at daycare and went in to work. I was half an hour late because I was doing 15 mph the whole rest of the way there. When I finally got in, I went to the bathroom and cried for five minutes straight because I was so shaken up.
My manager didn't believe I was having brake problems. What a prick. More on that later.
Needless to say, I've been driving Shawn's van ever since.
OK. Work's been horrible lately. It's gotten to the point that I get myself so worked up over not wanting to make any mistakes that I send myself into panic attacks. The only reason I can think of for being such a target to my dumbass manager is that I don't kiss his ass. Everyone else in my department treats him like a god, and he's so far from it. I can't stand him. EVERYONE in my department makes the same little mistakes that I do, just as often as I do, but do they get it pointed out to them? NO. I hate it. I hate that fucking company.
I got suspended for two weeks from working there. Supposedly because I'm late to work everyday, which I am NOT. I have my time cards to prove it. However, I'm not going to fight it. I view this suspension as a blessing in disguise. I should be so scared about possibly losing this job, but instead, I'm enjoying the time off. I need it. I'm taking the time to look for employment elsewhere. Hopefully, by the time they want me to call them "to let them know if I REALLY want to work there", I'll be able to tell them to take the job and shove it up their asses.
I just find it funny that under the guidance of my old manager, I was one of the best employees in the department and got nothing but praise. Nothing changed as to how I do anything (in fact, I've been trying HARDER), and suddenly I'm public enemy number one with the new manager. Fuck him. GrrRrrrrRrrRRR!
I applied for a position at one of GLMS' rival companies. Legally, I'm not supposed to do that for two years after leaving GLMS, but how are they going to know? It's not like I'm going to tell them.
I also have put in applications for full-time work at PetCo (I would LOVE to work there) for two different available positions at each of two different locations (four positions in total). Man, they are HARSH with their hiring. I had to answer an 89 question survey before they'd even consider my application. I hope I hear back from them.
I'm going to put in applications at a few restaurants as well. I'd like to give waitressing a try. I'm so sick of desk work. Tomorrow, I'm hitting the Eastgate shopping Plaza, and Wednesday I'm doing Hoover 11. I also bought a Sunday Free Press that I still have to look through.
Anyway, I gotta jet. I still wanna stop by the ATM and pick up some cash. Amber and I are taking the boys to the mall to get their pictures taken with Santa today. Who knows? Maybe I'll bring a pen and put in some apps. :)
Wish me luck!
Ashlie Marie
1. When I'm calling someone, I always count the number of rings it takes for them to answer/voicemail to pick up. I usually hang up at eight. (It's a habit from work.)
2. I grow my pinky nails long just so I can bite them (not off, but just bite them).
3. I spend more money than I know I should, then argue with my husband that I don't when he points it out.
4. I CONSTANTLY point out spelling/grammatical errors whenever I see them. (There's this bakery down 10 Mile from my house called "Wholey Moley"...only they spell it "Wholley Molley", which I think should be pronounced "Holly Molly". That bugs the piss out of me.)
5. I buy the super large cups of hot chocolate from 7-Eleven, even though I know I'll only drink enough to fill half the smallest size.
Heh. It's weird to see those quirks you have printed out in front of you.
I almost got hit by a semi on my way to work when we had that six inches of snow fall overnight recently. Gabriel was in the car with me. My car wouldn't stop, even though I was jamming my foot on the brake pedal. It just kept skidding in the snow. I came within about 4-5 feet of hitting this semi head-on (I was in the left turn lane) when I was finally able to stop. I just sat there, stunned, for a minute before I realized that I was holding up traffic and I had to keep going. I dropped Gabe off at daycare and went in to work. I was half an hour late because I was doing 15 mph the whole rest of the way there. When I finally got in, I went to the bathroom and cried for five minutes straight because I was so shaken up.
My manager didn't believe I was having brake problems. What a prick. More on that later.
Needless to say, I've been driving Shawn's van ever since.
OK. Work's been horrible lately. It's gotten to the point that I get myself so worked up over not wanting to make any mistakes that I send myself into panic attacks. The only reason I can think of for being such a target to my dumbass manager is that I don't kiss his ass. Everyone else in my department treats him like a god, and he's so far from it. I can't stand him. EVERYONE in my department makes the same little mistakes that I do, just as often as I do, but do they get it pointed out to them? NO. I hate it. I hate that fucking company.
I got suspended for two weeks from working there. Supposedly because I'm late to work everyday, which I am NOT. I have my time cards to prove it. However, I'm not going to fight it. I view this suspension as a blessing in disguise. I should be so scared about possibly losing this job, but instead, I'm enjoying the time off. I need it. I'm taking the time to look for employment elsewhere. Hopefully, by the time they want me to call them "to let them know if I REALLY want to work there", I'll be able to tell them to take the job and shove it up their asses.
I just find it funny that under the guidance of my old manager, I was one of the best employees in the department and got nothing but praise. Nothing changed as to how I do anything (in fact, I've been trying HARDER), and suddenly I'm public enemy number one with the new manager. Fuck him. GrrRrrrrRrrRRR!
I applied for a position at one of GLMS' rival companies. Legally, I'm not supposed to do that for two years after leaving GLMS, but how are they going to know? It's not like I'm going to tell them.
I also have put in applications for full-time work at PetCo (I would LOVE to work there) for two different available positions at each of two different locations (four positions in total). Man, they are HARSH with their hiring. I had to answer an 89 question survey before they'd even consider my application. I hope I hear back from them.
I'm going to put in applications at a few restaurants as well. I'd like to give waitressing a try. I'm so sick of desk work. Tomorrow, I'm hitting the Eastgate shopping Plaza, and Wednesday I'm doing Hoover 11. I also bought a Sunday Free Press that I still have to look through.
Anyway, I gotta jet. I still wanna stop by the ATM and pick up some cash. Amber and I are taking the boys to the mall to get their pictures taken with Santa today. Who knows? Maybe I'll bring a pen and put in some apps. :)
Wish me luck!
Ashlie Marie