River of Broken Dreams
Poker kicked my ass last night. I didn't even drink, and I did horribly.
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. All three times I lost hardcore happened when I had a fantastic hand, was in the lead, and then... the river goes down. And the whole pot goes to someone who isn't me. Rargh.
Back in CT for a few days. Likely my last trip here until Father's Day-ish. Over the past year or so I've noticed that more of my serious LJ updates occur when I'm sitting here in front of my mother's computer. I've concluded that is because when I'm here, I'm sitting still. I don't have to rush to work or make sure my bed is made or make sure we have cream for coffee, etc. When I'm in CT I actually get to take life at a normal pace, not this crap where 26 hours in a day wouldn't be enough like I had been doing.
That's done. It's over. I'm not doing that routine anymore. After 22 consecutive days of work (a new PR... let's not try to break it for a while). I quit my job at the bakery at the end of April to begin full time in management at the bagel shop. It was an easy choice to make but hard to actually follow through. I hate quitting jobs, because the transitional period is always awkward for me, and even though I tell as few people as possible somehow the entire staff knows within an hour. But anyway.
I loved my job at the bakery. I really did. In the long run, however, I don't feel like Kevin and Doug really knew what they were doing as owners. Neither of them had ANY experience with food service, and at times I would find him coming to me with the most basic of questions. Then again, most of them time he would go to Ursula, or worse, Adam. Adam was our intern, and while I feel he was talented and knew what he was doing, HE WAS AN INTERN. He was only going to work there for a short time. So why the hell would you ask questions pertaining to the longevity of the business to someone who's going to be there on a temporary basis? Argh!
Damnit, I'm rambling again. Anyway, it's shit like that why I quit. I got screwed out of a promotion, and even tried to negotiate, but they were like "Well, your mind is made up, so we appreciate you working until the end of the month". After all, I could've quit by simply leaving a note on the door. Two people have quit that way already.
So I'm back at the bagel shop, fulltime, five days a week. I'm working in Burlington again, which I'm happy about. It will initially mean not as much money at first, but I've decided I'm okay with that. If it means I'm stuck in Vermont longer than September 1st, I suppose I can deal with that since I won't be quite as miserable about life. =)
What's really going to impede my plans to move is my oral surgery. Since I'm without insurance, it's going to cost me $3,000 that I simply don't have right now. My plan is to try to put it off until I can get back on the company insurance, and see how much I will have to be responsible for after that. One way or another I need to have this surgery done, and I would rather have it done IN Vermont where I'm familiar with the doctors. Once the surgery is paid for, then I can focus entirely on the relocation. At this point I'm still shooting for Sept 1st as my goal date, but depending on how this situation goes, I might be stuck in Vermont until next year. Until I know how I can pay for the procedure, there's no way for me to tell for sure.
But enough of that. It's time to face today.
In my defense, it wasn't my fault. All three times I lost hardcore happened when I had a fantastic hand, was in the lead, and then... the river goes down. And the whole pot goes to someone who isn't me. Rargh.
Back in CT for a few days. Likely my last trip here until Father's Day-ish. Over the past year or so I've noticed that more of my serious LJ updates occur when I'm sitting here in front of my mother's computer. I've concluded that is because when I'm here, I'm sitting still. I don't have to rush to work or make sure my bed is made or make sure we have cream for coffee, etc. When I'm in CT I actually get to take life at a normal pace, not this crap where 26 hours in a day wouldn't be enough like I had been doing.
That's done. It's over. I'm not doing that routine anymore. After 22 consecutive days of work (a new PR... let's not try to break it for a while). I quit my job at the bakery at the end of April to begin full time in management at the bagel shop. It was an easy choice to make but hard to actually follow through. I hate quitting jobs, because the transitional period is always awkward for me, and even though I tell as few people as possible somehow the entire staff knows within an hour. But anyway.
I loved my job at the bakery. I really did. In the long run, however, I don't feel like Kevin and Doug really knew what they were doing as owners. Neither of them had ANY experience with food service, and at times I would find him coming to me with the most basic of questions. Then again, most of them time he would go to Ursula, or worse, Adam. Adam was our intern, and while I feel he was talented and knew what he was doing, HE WAS AN INTERN. He was only going to work there for a short time. So why the hell would you ask questions pertaining to the longevity of the business to someone who's going to be there on a temporary basis? Argh!
Damnit, I'm rambling again. Anyway, it's shit like that why I quit. I got screwed out of a promotion, and even tried to negotiate, but they were like "Well, your mind is made up, so we appreciate you working until the end of the month". After all, I could've quit by simply leaving a note on the door. Two people have quit that way already.
So I'm back at the bagel shop, fulltime, five days a week. I'm working in Burlington again, which I'm happy about. It will initially mean not as much money at first, but I've decided I'm okay with that. If it means I'm stuck in Vermont longer than September 1st, I suppose I can deal with that since I won't be quite as miserable about life. =)
What's really going to impede my plans to move is my oral surgery. Since I'm without insurance, it's going to cost me $3,000 that I simply don't have right now. My plan is to try to put it off until I can get back on the company insurance, and see how much I will have to be responsible for after that. One way or another I need to have this surgery done, and I would rather have it done IN Vermont where I'm familiar with the doctors. Once the surgery is paid for, then I can focus entirely on the relocation. At this point I'm still shooting for Sept 1st as my goal date, but depending on how this situation goes, I might be stuck in Vermont until next year. Until I know how I can pay for the procedure, there's no way for me to tell for sure.
But enough of that. It's time to face today.