cal- maybe a tin of oil for those joints? (dunno, works for my car… i think… and the tinman in wizzard of oz)
worked till 6, came home and;
showered (the real kind. hair washed, legs shaved, etc)
did dishes
made cookies (choc chip, pb, and oatmeal)
did dishes again
put laundry in
took trash out
sittin here with a beer and cant decide if i should vacuum or keep wasting time on teh interwebz.
ok i’ll waste time on teh interwebz.
im excited to start lifting again soon. still looking forward to school, and the routine, and getting it over with.
love the days that turn into fall… the air smells different- cleaner.
or maybe thats my promotion/raise?
RUN AND TELL THAT, HOMEBOY!
srsly. friday night after we clocked out i had a convo with my boss (he thanked me for not punching the tard in the face. im serious. oh, and by the way, bc she wont be working while shes in school, she’ll “just go back on the medical card.” oh, you mean welfare? “well, yeah, that.” jaw dropping.) about how much responsibility i have, how much of the new person training i do, and how those with seniority and rank keep coming to me with questions.
i told him its time for me to either severely cut my hours and expenses, or cut my hours slightly and get a raise/promotion.
he agreed with the above, and said he had no problem sending me for promotional testing and recommending the higher end of the raise spectrum.
so its a couple bucks an hour more, which isnt REALLY that big a deal, but it makes me feel better.
the thing he said that i really, really needed to hear was that he’s glad im as harsh, and blunt as i am most of the time. i can say things he can’t because hes the manager, but because im right all he has to do (once in awhile) is soften the blow. and, i hafta say, im damn good at training new people and keeping the higher ranking coworkers on their toes.
i’ll be able to talk about training again soon, right now this is all i’ve got. this and some cookies.
