I need all of you to posse up & tell the security guard on duty to piss off. He and his 8th grade tactics ("You look so fine!" & "Where's my hug?") are driving me bananas! And he just stood at the door badgering me about what I was eating. I told him to go away because I just want to eat my meal in peace (the light is off & the door could barely be perceived as ajar). He asked me what I was eating at least 5 times before he said, "Fine! I won't ask you anything else ever again!" and stomps away. SERIOUSLY?!?!? #@K$#$!^&$%$ Where the hell are the Go Go's and my damned vacation? It's soooo time for me to go. One more night of work Divas! Then I'm blowing this joint like Smokey in 'Friday.' [Breathing deeply]
Yesterday I finished laundry, got a new swim suit, threw away unneccesary pantry items, and had a wonderful walk. Even washed dishes & made dinner and lunch for a couple of meals. It was a productively grand day. I can't let Mr. Eighth-Grade Dance Boy interfere with the goodness. I did have some time to think about what I want to do and/or goals I want to achieve. Blank board. I think I got burned out quickly on this gig because the program is not working how it should nor achieving what's outlined in the Mission Statement. It's hard to be a part of something that continues to fail every day. I could see if it were a bakery or restaurant, `cause at least I'd be eating well. But not following through on what we promise these guys is a big disappointment. And I'm tired of being one of three (out of a team of about 25) that try to provide guidance and structure. Talk about exhausting. Anyhoo... something great has to happen. I just hope it happens soon. Thanks for listening to the Whine Festival that required you to bring your own glass & you still leave sober. Today will be better, which will make for a better blog tomorrow.
Today's Objectives:
☼ Be jolly!
☼ Organize what's in the suitcase.
☼ Maybe twist my hair
☼ Abs, arms, legs & possibly a short saunter
☼ Diet well. I. Am. Tired.
Enjoy the day, Divas!
3 comments:
I hear you on the "whine festival," I've been doing the same thing myself lately.
Show mr. eighth grade poo head that if he messes with the bull, he gets the horns! Go, girl!
LIZA!!! Great to see you. Hope you're feeling better. Thanks for the comment. I think Mr. Eighth Grade Poo Head has gotten the message. He hasn't spoken with me tonight yet. :)
Carmen you're amazing and you care so much. Remember that your mark and the love you give to your job will have an impact, even if you don't know it. You will also be blessed for it. I can't wait until you are on that beach because you deserve it!!
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