i'm such a worrywart
My poor brother Jimmy is sick yet again. My family is a healthy, hearty sort of family--we get sick, but never badly, and always rarely--except for Jimmy. Once or twice a year, he will wake up (generally in the middle of the night, or so it seems) violently ill of some sort. It usually doesn't last long, but it's always pretty bad. It seemed like last week was his normal sort of illness, with a high fever and a sore throat. There was a diagnosis of tonsillitis and giant horse pills, forced absences from school and a missed soccer game, and it seemed like it was time to move on.
Then he woke up with a high fever and a sore throat again this morning, and it seems like it was never really gone in the first place! So he and Mom spent this afternoon at the ambulatory care center in the next town over. Mono tests came back negative, but the doctor says he still might have it. So he's definitely not allowed to go to school tomorrow, and if he's not better by Tuesday, he'll have to go back in for more tests. Poor Jim! He doesn't mind missing school, but he hates being sick and he's too social to enjoy missing more than one or two days. This will be the third day in two weeks, and there's the possibility he'll miss another soccer game. Missing the soccer game will kill him. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he'll get better, no that it's not mono! I'm sure it's not, he always bounces back.
Other than Jimmy, life is pretty good. I feel idiotic because I forgot to clock back in to work yesterday after my lunch break, so instead of working seven hours, it only recorded three. My boss says it won't be a pain to sort out, but I'm frustrated with myself. We got a new system a few weeks ago, and now we clock in at the registers. This is the second time I've forgotten since the system changed! It just happens that I see customers waiting by the register and my mind immediately jumps to checking them out rather than clocking in, and I think that says more about my work ethic than my forgetfulness.
Plus, I'm just plain bitter about the new system. It really sucks.
I also just applied for a supervisor position that opened up. I won't get the job, I'm absolutely sure I won't get the job, but as I've been told again and again, it's better to try and to fail than not to try. I'd really like to work in a different department, like Home or Replenishment or Display, but being the Women's supervisor would be nice. They do a lot of replenishment anyway. Still, I won't get the job so it really doesn't matter.
I've gotten better about acting cheery and smiling when I'm feeling bland. I just really hate when a customer comes up and teases me like "it can't be all that bad!" Dude, shut the fuck up. I'm tired and now I'm bitchy. It's harder to smile when I'm bitchy than when I'm just bland. But it's now a skill at which I am becoming fairly good.
At first when I started working again, I felt kind of apathetic about the whole thing. It was easy training. I got paid for nine hours of watching videos on things I already knew! Register training doesn't go any faster if you know what you're doing--well, maybe a little, but the cd training does not. So I got paid to sit around and not pay attention. Once I started working... then the hate started. I dreaded coming to work so much, I regretted applying there again, I wished with all my heart I hadn't cancelled my interview at Kohl's, and I'd scheduled that interview with Macy's. But a few weeks later, once I'd gotten used to Penney's again, I... remembered why there had been a time that I did love working there. And now I almost--almost--look forward to going into work. Almost! I don't mind it very much, anyway. I've got lots of cute new outfits to wear, I put on makeup most of the time, and I've taken to painting my fingernails bright colors.
I get lots of compliments on my nails. Originally, it would've probably lasted a week, but then a customer said how great my nails looked, and so when the paint started to chip, I put on a new color rather than just removing it. I've kept getting compliments (one lady even delightedly kept track of the colors!), so they keep getting painted. I'll do anything for a compliment.
Then he woke up with a high fever and a sore throat again this morning, and it seems like it was never really gone in the first place! So he and Mom spent this afternoon at the ambulatory care center in the next town over. Mono tests came back negative, but the doctor says he still might have it. So he's definitely not allowed to go to school tomorrow, and if he's not better by Tuesday, he'll have to go back in for more tests. Poor Jim! He doesn't mind missing school, but he hates being sick and he's too social to enjoy missing more than one or two days. This will be the third day in two weeks, and there's the possibility he'll miss another soccer game. Missing the soccer game will kill him. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he'll get better, no that it's not mono! I'm sure it's not, he always bounces back.
Other than Jimmy, life is pretty good. I feel idiotic because I forgot to clock back in to work yesterday after my lunch break, so instead of working seven hours, it only recorded three. My boss says it won't be a pain to sort out, but I'm frustrated with myself. We got a new system a few weeks ago, and now we clock in at the registers. This is the second time I've forgotten since the system changed! It just happens that I see customers waiting by the register and my mind immediately jumps to checking them out rather than clocking in, and I think that says more about my work ethic than my forgetfulness.
Plus, I'm just plain bitter about the new system. It really sucks.
I also just applied for a supervisor position that opened up. I won't get the job, I'm absolutely sure I won't get the job, but as I've been told again and again, it's better to try and to fail than not to try. I'd really like to work in a different department, like Home or Replenishment or Display, but being the Women's supervisor would be nice. They do a lot of replenishment anyway. Still, I won't get the job so it really doesn't matter.
I've gotten better about acting cheery and smiling when I'm feeling bland. I just really hate when a customer comes up and teases me like "it can't be all that bad!" Dude, shut the fuck up. I'm tired and now I'm bitchy. It's harder to smile when I'm bitchy than when I'm just bland. But it's now a skill at which I am becoming fairly good.
At first when I started working again, I felt kind of apathetic about the whole thing. It was easy training. I got paid for nine hours of watching videos on things I already knew! Register training doesn't go any faster if you know what you're doing--well, maybe a little, but the cd training does not. So I got paid to sit around and not pay attention. Once I started working... then the hate started. I dreaded coming to work so much, I regretted applying there again, I wished with all my heart I hadn't cancelled my interview at Kohl's, and I'd scheduled that interview with Macy's. But a few weeks later, once I'd gotten used to Penney's again, I... remembered why there had been a time that I did love working there. And now I almost--almost--look forward to going into work. Almost! I don't mind it very much, anyway. I've got lots of cute new outfits to wear, I put on makeup most of the time, and I've taken to painting my fingernails bright colors.
I get lots of compliments on my nails. Originally, it would've probably lasted a week, but then a customer said how great my nails looked, and so when the paint started to chip, I put on a new color rather than just removing it. I've kept getting compliments (one lady even delightedly kept track of the colors!), so they keep getting painted. I'll do anything for a compliment.