This... Year... Sucks!
So, I'm hoping that the miserable start of this year simply is a karmic way to ensure that the rest of this year is nothing but good news and wonderful happenings. Seriously!
I had a meeting with other folks like me across the market that ran all day and was pretty informative. So I came into work Thursday hoping to hit the ground running. Um... no. So there were these other store emergencies which totally postponed my glorious tackling of new things I wanted to get going with my areas. Then as the emergency phase of the day died down, my merchandiser walks in for the first time since I've had this job. Down side?? All this great information I learned, and the handouts I went to Staples to copy for my dept. mgrs... yea, I'd left it all at home. *sighs* So I look like a slacker which I DETEST, but we move on to the tour where I start pointing out what I'm seeing.
Well... let's just say we're overstaffed, our outs are horrible, and the quietly spoken phrase "Well That's Disappointing... Wow." Came out several times. Not cool. So to my bosses she gives a run down of what we're doing, then tells them that she really believes I'll do well in my position... I don't know if that's legit or just to bolster me up because I walked into such chaos and I've never had to manage this sort of area before. I dunno.
So I spent the rest of the day trying to distribute info to my mgrs., addressing what needs addressing that day, trying to track down info I didn't have for the meeting the day before, and generally feeling like a total failure from the get go. *sighs* Not a nice day. Even one of my bosses was asking me if I was ok/ if she beat me up too bad on our tour. *shakes her head*
So because there were SO MANY PROBLEMS, I decided I'd need to come in Friday for a few hours (on my day off!!) before a Dr.s Appt. to help getting things rolling.
So at the end of the day I head South with Cisco and Ethan to drop Ethan off so Mommy & Daddy could actually go out to the movies and I get the crowned jewel of info to make the day perfect: Cisco got a call. The military rejected his exemption packet and he's due to leave March 15. *shakes her head* They want him and all records he's acquired.
Now, there is a 25 day evaluation window, but I'm not holding my breath that they're cutting him loose. Right now logically I'm figuring the best I can hope for is that they put him on some sort of profile (restrictions due to medical problem) that would hopefully keep him out of the worst of it.
Let me be clear on something... I am fully aware that my husband signed up during a time of war, and it was always likely that he'd be called up, but I do not like the idea of my husband ending up IED-fodder (an updated cannon-fodder) because someone's too stupid to read that he needs knee surgery. *sighs*
So... where do we go from here? I get to smile and help him pack a bag and send my soldier off to war and try to keep it together while he's gone. I join the ranks of countless others who've had to suck it up and deal with a loved one serving their country.
We'll get through; we'll be ok, and he'll come home safe and sound. That's just how it needs to be. And while he's gone, I'll be getting scanned periodically to make sure the cyst that was discovered doesn't get too huge or invasive, otherwise I need surgery. Oh.. *L* and if it twists on itself (torsion), I'll need emergency surgery and probably lose the ovary. Yay!! *Rolls her eyes*
Good karma cometh... good karma cometh... good karma cometh...
I had a meeting with other folks like me across the market that ran all day and was pretty informative. So I came into work Thursday hoping to hit the ground running. Um... no. So there were these other store emergencies which totally postponed my glorious tackling of new things I wanted to get going with my areas. Then as the emergency phase of the day died down, my merchandiser walks in for the first time since I've had this job. Down side?? All this great information I learned, and the handouts I went to Staples to copy for my dept. mgrs... yea, I'd left it all at home. *sighs* So I look like a slacker which I DETEST, but we move on to the tour where I start pointing out what I'm seeing.
Well... let's just say we're overstaffed, our outs are horrible, and the quietly spoken phrase "Well That's Disappointing... Wow." Came out several times. Not cool. So to my bosses she gives a run down of what we're doing, then tells them that she really believes I'll do well in my position... I don't know if that's legit or just to bolster me up because I walked into such chaos and I've never had to manage this sort of area before. I dunno.
So I spent the rest of the day trying to distribute info to my mgrs., addressing what needs addressing that day, trying to track down info I didn't have for the meeting the day before, and generally feeling like a total failure from the get go. *sighs* Not a nice day. Even one of my bosses was asking me if I was ok/ if she beat me up too bad on our tour. *shakes her head*
So because there were SO MANY PROBLEMS, I decided I'd need to come in Friday for a few hours (on my day off!!) before a Dr.s Appt. to help getting things rolling.
So at the end of the day I head South with Cisco and Ethan to drop Ethan off so Mommy & Daddy could actually go out to the movies and I get the crowned jewel of info to make the day perfect: Cisco got a call. The military rejected his exemption packet and he's due to leave March 15. *shakes her head* They want him and all records he's acquired.
Now, there is a 25 day evaluation window, but I'm not holding my breath that they're cutting him loose. Right now logically I'm figuring the best I can hope for is that they put him on some sort of profile (restrictions due to medical problem) that would hopefully keep him out of the worst of it.
Let me be clear on something... I am fully aware that my husband signed up during a time of war, and it was always likely that he'd be called up, but I do not like the idea of my husband ending up IED-fodder (an updated cannon-fodder) because someone's too stupid to read that he needs knee surgery. *sighs*
So... where do we go from here? I get to smile and help him pack a bag and send my soldier off to war and try to keep it together while he's gone. I join the ranks of countless others who've had to suck it up and deal with a loved one serving their country.
We'll get through; we'll be ok, and he'll come home safe and sound. That's just how it needs to be. And while he's gone, I'll be getting scanned periodically to make sure the cyst that was discovered doesn't get too huge or invasive, otherwise I need surgery. Oh.. *L* and if it twists on itself (torsion), I'll need emergency surgery and probably lose the ovary. Yay!! *Rolls her eyes*
Good karma cometh... good karma cometh... good karma cometh...