stuff and goings on
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sonjajadeIt's been a busy week! Monday I went to the dentist and had 2 teeth worked on, and according to the dentist, next month all my bad problem teeth should be fixed! My entire mouth will be cavity free for the first time in decades! SO excited!
Tuesday I interviewed with 2 different mattress places looking to train store managers. I put my foot down with Walt and explained to him that if he wants me to make more money and get us out of the money hole we're in, he needs to step up and help with Joey so that I can go to fucking work like I'm supposed to. I didn't give him a choice, even though he tried to get in my head before the first interview, reminding me about all the assistance we'll lose and how I just need something part time. I shut him down, got my head straight before meeting with the interviewer, and KILLED the interview. She liked me so well that she sent me on to have an IMMEDIATE second interview with the training coordinator. I would be a floating manager giving regular store managers off days, so working 4 10 hour days a week, making base around $13 an hour, closer to $20 with commission, which is leaps and bounds better than fucking piddly ass Lame Bryant and their 1 4 hr shift a week. The other mattress company did the interview over the phone, I think I've got it in the bag (the message she left on my voicemail sounded really positive, and she said she had GOOD NEWS but it doesn't pay as well as the other place. I'm thinking of giving my 2 weeks notice tomorrow, one way or the other, I'm working at a mattress company.
Today, I had a papsmear with the obgyn who delivered Joey. I hadn't seen him since my 6 week postnatal check up. The man has a gift for what he does- I was waiting for the sting/cramp that always comes, but there wasn't one, and the speculum was pre-warmed! He even used warmed up KY jelly when he did the pelvic exam! Best papsmear I've ever had, 10/10 would reccommend.
Tomorrow, I'm goign to call the 1st mattress place back and ask them if they've made a decision, explain to thm that their competition is looking hard at me, and hope they will go on and hire me. If not, I still get a cushy mattress job. My birthday is Friday, but I have to go to the fucking WIC office (I HATE THAT PLACE), and supposedly I have to work at LB, but if I quit guess who gets the day off? I have a feeling they're going to call off school tomorrow because of the wind chill factor (right now it's 11 outside, with a wind chill of -7!!!). If Joey stays home with me tomorrow, we might go walking at the mall. Gotta get back on track with my diet and all.
And- I've decided not to have the sleeve gastrectomy after all. No one I've spoken to has had much luck with it, most of them don't stick to the diet requirements, but the few who do and still have trouble are who I'm listening to. And when I'm exercising and have my diet goggles on, I do really well anyway. My iPod has the step counter on it, so I really have no excuses right now. Just need to get on it.
My new favorite thing in the whole wide world to watch is a Canadian 'mockumentary' called Trailer Park Boys. I actually want to write a crossover featuring them and my Stoner Series from FMA (and maybe Mr. Thug Seme, Nagisa from 50% Off LOL). I'm actually very surprised that the show is out of Halifax, Nova Scotia, because I swear that thing could be taking place at a trailer park my Dad used to live in about 15 miles from me, in Cedar Heights.
Speaking of Dad, he's discovered texting. He created his own little 'word': "nbl". This is his catch phrase I guess. Everytime he talks to me on the phone, he ends our conversations with the phrase "Nothing But Love", so now he's texting it too. And his texts are always great- "Bring in the brass monkey! His balls are frozen!", "Did you hear that? Thats the sound of the drinking light popping on!", and my personal favorite, "On second thought lets not go to Westeros it is a BLOODY place!" My poor step-mom is ready to kill him because he still after 3 years doesn't have a job. I told them both as soon as she gets their new meical insurance cards I will haul his ass to the eye doctor and get hij on fucking disability. He says he's almost completely blind in one eye, but sometimes Dad tells big fibs. Only way to make sure he's not lying is to get him into the doctor.
Aaaaaaand I've written a fucking book. Happy New Year everyone!
Tuesday I interviewed with 2 different mattress places looking to train store managers. I put my foot down with Walt and explained to him that if he wants me to make more money and get us out of the money hole we're in, he needs to step up and help with Joey so that I can go to fucking work like I'm supposed to. I didn't give him a choice, even though he tried to get in my head before the first interview, reminding me about all the assistance we'll lose and how I just need something part time. I shut him down, got my head straight before meeting with the interviewer, and KILLED the interview. She liked me so well that she sent me on to have an IMMEDIATE second interview with the training coordinator. I would be a floating manager giving regular store managers off days, so working 4 10 hour days a week, making base around $13 an hour, closer to $20 with commission, which is leaps and bounds better than fucking piddly ass Lame Bryant and their 1 4 hr shift a week. The other mattress company did the interview over the phone, I think I've got it in the bag (the message she left on my voicemail sounded really positive, and she said she had GOOD NEWS but it doesn't pay as well as the other place. I'm thinking of giving my 2 weeks notice tomorrow, one way or the other, I'm working at a mattress company.
Today, I had a papsmear with the obgyn who delivered Joey. I hadn't seen him since my 6 week postnatal check up. The man has a gift for what he does- I was waiting for the sting/cramp that always comes, but there wasn't one, and the speculum was pre-warmed! He even used warmed up KY jelly when he did the pelvic exam! Best papsmear I've ever had, 10/10 would reccommend.
Tomorrow, I'm goign to call the 1st mattress place back and ask them if they've made a decision, explain to thm that their competition is looking hard at me, and hope they will go on and hire me. If not, I still get a cushy mattress job. My birthday is Friday, but I have to go to the fucking WIC office (I HATE THAT PLACE), and supposedly I have to work at LB, but if I quit guess who gets the day off? I have a feeling they're going to call off school tomorrow because of the wind chill factor (right now it's 11 outside, with a wind chill of -7!!!). If Joey stays home with me tomorrow, we might go walking at the mall. Gotta get back on track with my diet and all.
And- I've decided not to have the sleeve gastrectomy after all. No one I've spoken to has had much luck with it, most of them don't stick to the diet requirements, but the few who do and still have trouble are who I'm listening to. And when I'm exercising and have my diet goggles on, I do really well anyway. My iPod has the step counter on it, so I really have no excuses right now. Just need to get on it.
My new favorite thing in the whole wide world to watch is a Canadian 'mockumentary' called Trailer Park Boys. I actually want to write a crossover featuring them and my Stoner Series from FMA (and maybe Mr. Thug Seme, Nagisa from 50% Off LOL). I'm actually very surprised that the show is out of Halifax, Nova Scotia, because I swear that thing could be taking place at a trailer park my Dad used to live in about 15 miles from me, in Cedar Heights.
Speaking of Dad, he's discovered texting. He created his own little 'word': "nbl". This is his catch phrase I guess. Everytime he talks to me on the phone, he ends our conversations with the phrase "Nothing But Love", so now he's texting it too. And his texts are always great- "Bring in the brass monkey! His balls are frozen!", "Did you hear that? Thats the sound of the drinking light popping on!", and my personal favorite, "On second thought lets not go to Westeros it is a BLOODY place!" My poor step-mom is ready to kill him because he still after 3 years doesn't have a job. I told them both as soon as she gets their new meical insurance cards I will haul his ass to the eye doctor and get hij on fucking disability. He says he's almost completely blind in one eye, but sometimes Dad tells big fibs. Only way to make sure he's not lying is to get him into the doctor.
Aaaaaaand I've written a fucking book. Happy New Year everyone!
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Date: January 8th, 2015 03:55 am (UTC)Haha when my dad first discovered texting he had fun with that, though it's not as funny as your dad's text. XD
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Date: January 10th, 2015 02:31 am (UTC)good luck.