19 September 2016
weekend. This will be a weird
work week for me.
My company has "invented"
or maybe it's created, this new
"Academy" thing. They're sending
people through all this to learn how
to be better ... workers. Technically,
mine is for supervisors. And frankly,
I don't want to go. I don't feel the
need to learn to be a better supervisor.
After 8 years in the same position, my
supervisory functions have changed
in every direction. Every thought or
idea presented to bosses about how to
work better/smarter/more efficient
has always been shot down.
I laugh now and tell them I'm at the bottom of the pile -
that shit rolls downhill - and I'm a mushroom.
So why spend two full days in a classroom learning things that will never apply to me?
I've done all the "supervising" I want in this life. I've raised six kids, three husbands, and
a few dozen workers who were under my command. I don't care to command or supervise
anyone any longer. The one person that I *am* in charge of gives me the "willies" -
and I've been supervising him for five years. Mistakes that are noted are taken to management
but over the years, because of other issues, they have not pursued any avenues to correct or
"encourage him" to do his job better. After a while, I just felt like a babysitter, I still do,
and I'm tired. Every new manager who comes through, I mention this, say that I've had no
management support in my efforts with this worker, and I always get the same "well, I'm here
now...." line. And that's where it ends. This person steals time, and only half listens to my
direction. It gets old. Correction. It got old years ago. Maybe that's a sign that it's time
to move on. Something to ponder.
18 September 2016
17 September 2016
"Nothin' but cowboy boots
sets your spirit free
It ain't proper, it ain't cool
but folks remember what you do
in nothin' but cowboy boots"
-Lyrics "Nothin' but Cowboy Boots"
There's something freeing puttin' on yer boots
and heading outdoors -
leave the cares, the worries, and
for me, my job that's been crappy lately,
and thinkin' 'bout nothing but sun and
warm breezes ... in yer boots, of course!
14 September 2016
“Body acceptance means, as much as possible,
approving of and loving your body, despite its
“imperfections”, real or perceived.
That means accepting that your body is fatter
than some others, or thinner than some others,
that your eyes are a little crooked, that you have
a disability that makes walking difficult,
that you have health concerns that you have to
deal with — but all of that doesn’t mean
you need to be ashamed of your body or
try to change it. Body acceptance allows
for the fact that there is a diversity of bodies
in the world, and that there’s
no wrong way to have one.”
― Golda Poretsky
13 September 2016
I'm not open to many people.
I'm usually quiet and
I don't really like attention.
So if I like you enough
to show you the real me ....
you must be very special!
“Deep rivers run quiet.”
― Haruki Murakami
12 September 2016
OK, Monday .....
let's do this!
When you work retail, Monday could be any day
of the week. For me, a "Monday" at work is the
first day back after being off for a day.
Today was a true Monday on a Monday.
But because of scheduling issues, I worked on the
weekend, so today I was very busy, cramming
8 hours of work into a six hour work day.
Really nice to be home from work by 1pm though :)
Wish I could say I'd done something constructive
to share ..... but because I love to write, I've taken
on the challenge of writing a family history.
Genealogy research has been a passion of mine for
many years; finding ancestors and relatives you
didn't know you had before is fun! Adding family
stories and photos to the facts just makes it that
much more interesting to me. Grandfather put his
wife in a mental hospital - no one knows the real reason.
Grandma wouldn't talk about her family history much,
she often said she thought she and her husband were
related. My Great Aunt married her first cousin.
And large farming families were common, yet they
didn't get together on many occasions!
Just imagine how many stories have gone untold
for reasons we'll never know.....
10 September 2016
When did it all start?
Someone asked me that, so I thought I'd answer here.
It's complicated and simple at the same time.
I took this photo in Vegas in 1996/97
(My memory is foggy that far back!)
I was in the middle of a divorce, I was in Vegas,
and I had discovered chatting on the internet.
I took this photo and after seeing the result,
realized that the person in the picture doesn't
look like the girl I see when I look in a mirror.
Realizing that is probably what made me keep taking photos.
I've been doing this ever since!
( The second photo was to prove a point to my ex. lol )
Why do I keep taking them? I've always been a picture taker.
From the moment I got my first camera at age 11
I've been snapping them. As I got older, I realized
that I'm not IN any photos, because I've always taken them.
That probably has a lot to do with taking photos now as well.
As for continuing with my photos - several years ago in a chat
channel, someone asked for a photo, and I had several choices
This person asked for all of them, and I shared. He said
"You have so many photos, you should do a calendar."
After that, I thought "Why not?" I'll just take a series of photos
every month, something new to share. I was able to pick and
choose who got to see what photos on an individual basis.
But it became a chore to DCC photos to people who asked.
I started putting them on a photo site with a password,
making things a whole lot easier.
03 September 2016
I've noticed that when I'm feeling
a bit moody I gravitate toward
taking photos with darkness around.
And they never turn out as I expect.
(Obviously something I need to work on!)
It was one of those days that started
with a walk - Sadie and I headed to the
local park, had breakfast at home and
for some reason she was in a mood,
and would only be content if she was
laying down -- as long as I was laying
with her. So we crawled back into bed
for a nap -- a short nap, because I wanted
to get things done today. And I warned her
in a stern voice that if she didn't straighten up
I was going to go shopping - without her!
*laughs* ok, so yes, I talk to my dog. Often.
02 September 2016
and every day,
take as your
I am what I am,
and what I am
~Sarah Ban Breathnach
Sometimes I find waking up with a positive thought
- before I let the day's worries creep in -
changes my attitude about things
before my day gets started.
It worked today, it was a much better
day than the past three have been.
And that's always a good thing!
01 September 2016
These are the stresses, the triggers,
that drain me by the end of the day.
Go Shopping? Go to a party?
Those aren't things that bring me a lot
of joy or happiness. Sure, I've done my
share of both, But knowing now that I'm
a sensitive person, in an empath sort of way,
that looking back at the hours I would spend
at the mall - I was never in the center of things.
Parties? You'd have labeled me a wallflower
back in the day. And even just wall-sitting, I'd
go home exhausted, without knowing why.
It was easier not to go at all.
Thankfully as I get older, I don't go to parties,
or hang out at the mall, just to please a friend.
I go when I need to, or want to. And the rest
of the time, I don't care if people label me "odd"
(or any other adjective) -- I'm happy being myself!