Friday, January 8, 2010
Fired
Why was I fired, you may wonder? Well, i have butted heads with Michelle since she was transferred to our store. Everybody has- Michelle herself will be the first to tell you she has NO personal skills. On this particular day, our store was getting ready for the holiday rush, and we had 2 undercover policemen walking around our store. They were there mainly to catch shoplifters, since Christmas brings out the best in people. But along with the stress of having undercover cops there (even the employees didn't know who they were; and they would change daily so as not to attract suspicion.) we had the store manager, district manager, and loss prevention manager there. All employees were a little tense, it was a Friday which is truck day, ad with that many managers, you dont talk. You WORK. Well my friend, who shall remain nameless, loves to talk. About his wife, financial worries, everything. Michelle had already warned him to work not talk. Then she busted him again for talking. She was in aisle 2, and i was unloading baby supplies in aisle 3 when i overheard her talking about him. "If it was up to me, he wouldn't be working in my store!" So i walked around the corner, and, without even thinking, said "Michelle, if it were up to me, you wouldn't be alive!" Big oops. Cause she was talking to the 3 managers. Crap. I was pulled back into the office so fast my shadow couldn't keep up. I had to fill out paperwork saying why i said what i did, and was given a 5 WORKING days suspension. I say working days because i had cut back to part time, and was only working Thurs thru Sun. So in actuality, my suspension was 2 weeks. About a week into it, i received a paystub in the mail. Checking my bank account, i had a larger amount than i expected. I called to see what this was about, and was told i was no longer employed. Damn. They cleaned out my locker and mailed me my stuff. That was that.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Christmas 2009
As far back as i can remember, i haven't been the same person 2 Christmases in a row. Could be the personality disorder, could be just growing up.
In 1998, i was 18, had lost a LOT of weight, and was looking forward to the clothes i had been promised.
By 2001, the weight was back, i had lost my place in the Iraqi community, along with my husband and children, and was living out of my trunk, sleeping on my mothers couch.
2003? I was legally "mentally disabled" having tried unsuccsessfully to kill myself. 7 times.
2005 i was married, living in Sweden. Because my husband was more strict about Islam than my boyfriends, i wasn't even allowed a phone call home. This is the first year i actually MISSED them on Christmas.
2006 i was home again, but wasn't missing them so much. Had found a new boyfriend, and we had decided to make Christmas our first time we slept together. I rented a hotel for the day, and 8 hours later, had trouble walking. This relationship would stay secret.
2008 i was halfway living with my bestfriend. It was between his house, and my mother's couch, and the couch was looking less and less appealing. This was the year of awakening. I smoked pot for the first time, as a gift to him. I wanted to get drunk for the first time, but that would take more time. There was 12 inches of snow on the ground, and Matt was having a few friends over. I was honored to be one of these friends.
2009 found me without a job, but with Mike, my boyfriend that puts up with my ever-changing personality. He tells me daily that he loves me, never fails to make me smile, or laugh, or just be content.
This year, Mike and his son Nate came up to my parents and kept me from going insane. My grandmother was her normal self, finding negative things, no matter what. My family has always been a trigger which is why i try to stay away from family gatherings. I hate drama, and that household is FULL OF IT. Part of me wished i could go back to last year, sitting on Matts' bed, watching movies and hanging out.
Then we went to Mike's mom house... she's awesome. They had a gift exchange, and since Mike and i had not brought anything, we disn't get to participate. Now, this was fine with me, because i wasn't about to go in front of his family (20 people) and open a gift- i prefer to hide in the corner. Well, Sharon wasn't going to allow that; she found 2 more gifts, and wrapped them up under Mike and my name. We drew numbers, unwrapped and swapped, stole and restole till everybody had gone around the circle. it was pretty fun, and despite having brought nothing but a plate of cookies, we walked away with a foot massager, a set of glasses, an LED flashlight that Mike really needed, and, courtesy of Nathan's quick wits, a clock that we both needed and wanted. It was relaxing, and fun, and i discovered that i like spinich dip. Who knew? =)
In 1998, i was 18, had lost a LOT of weight, and was looking forward to the clothes i had been promised.
By 2001, the weight was back, i had lost my place in the Iraqi community, along with my husband and children, and was living out of my trunk, sleeping on my mothers couch.
2003? I was legally "mentally disabled" having tried unsuccsessfully to kill myself. 7 times.
2005 i was married, living in Sweden. Because my husband was more strict about Islam than my boyfriends, i wasn't even allowed a phone call home. This is the first year i actually MISSED them on Christmas.
2006 i was home again, but wasn't missing them so much. Had found a new boyfriend, and we had decided to make Christmas our first time we slept together. I rented a hotel for the day, and 8 hours later, had trouble walking. This relationship would stay secret.
2008 i was halfway living with my bestfriend. It was between his house, and my mother's couch, and the couch was looking less and less appealing. This was the year of awakening. I smoked pot for the first time, as a gift to him. I wanted to get drunk for the first time, but that would take more time. There was 12 inches of snow on the ground, and Matt was having a few friends over. I was honored to be one of these friends.
2009 found me without a job, but with Mike, my boyfriend that puts up with my ever-changing personality. He tells me daily that he loves me, never fails to make me smile, or laugh, or just be content.
This year, Mike and his son Nate came up to my parents and kept me from going insane. My grandmother was her normal self, finding negative things, no matter what. My family has always been a trigger which is why i try to stay away from family gatherings. I hate drama, and that household is FULL OF IT. Part of me wished i could go back to last year, sitting on Matts' bed, watching movies and hanging out.
Then we went to Mike's mom house... she's awesome. They had a gift exchange, and since Mike and i had not brought anything, we disn't get to participate. Now, this was fine with me, because i wasn't about to go in front of his family (20 people) and open a gift- i prefer to hide in the corner. Well, Sharon wasn't going to allow that; she found 2 more gifts, and wrapped them up under Mike and my name. We drew numbers, unwrapped and swapped, stole and restole till everybody had gone around the circle. it was pretty fun, and despite having brought nothing but a plate of cookies, we walked away with a foot massager, a set of glasses, an LED flashlight that Mike really needed, and, courtesy of Nathan's quick wits, a clock that we both needed and wanted. It was relaxing, and fun, and i discovered that i like spinich dip. Who knew? =)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas 2009
As far back as i can remember, i haven't been the same person 2 Christmases in a row.
Could be the personality disorder, could be just growing up.
In 1998, i was 18, had lost a LOT of weight, and was looking forward to the clothes i had
been promised.
By 2001, the weight was back, i had lost my place in the Iraqi community, along with my
husband and children, and was living out of my trunk, sleeping on my mothers couch.
2003? I was legally "mentally disabled" having tried unsuccsessfully to kill myself. 7
times.
2005 i was married, living in Sweden. Because my husband was more strict about Islam
than my boyfriends, i wasn't even allowed a phone call home. This is the first year i
actually MISSED them on Christmas.
2006 i was home again, but wasn't missing them so much. Had found a new boyfriend,
and we had decided to make Christmas our first time we slept together. I rented a hotel
for the day, and 8 hours later, had trouble walking. This relationship would stay secret.
2008 i was halfway living with my bestfriend. It was between his house, and my mother's
couch, and the couch was looking less and less appealing. This was the year of awakening. I smoked pot for the first time, as a gift to him. I wanted to get drunk for the first time, but that would take more time. There was 12 inches of snow on the ground, and Matt was having a few friends over. I was honored to be one of these friends.
2009 found me without a job, but with Mike, my boyfriend that puts up with my ever-
changing personality. He tells me daily that he loves me, never fails to make me smile,
or laugh, or just be content.
This year, Mike and his son Nate came up to my parents and kept me from going insane. My grandmother was her normal self, finding negative things, no matter what. My family has always been a trigger which is why i try to stay away from family gatherings. I hate drama, and that household is FULL OF IT. Part of me wished i could go back to last year, sitting on Matts' bed, watching movies and hanging out.
But we went to Mike's mom house... she's awesome. They had a gift exchange, and since Mike and i had not brought anything, we disn't get to participate. Now, this was fine with me, because i wasn't about to go in front of his family (20 people) and open a gift- i prefer to hide in the corner. Well, Sharon wasn't going to allow that; she found 2 more gifts, and wrapped them up under Mike and my name. We drew numbers, unwrapped and swapped, stole and restole till everybody had gone around the circle. it was pretty fun, and despite having brought nothing but a plate of cookies, we walked
away with a foot massager, a set of glasses, an LED flashlight that Mike really needed,
and, courtesy of Nathan's quick wits, a clock that we both needed and wanted. It was
relaxing, and fun, and i discovered that i like spinich dip. Who knew? =)
Could be the personality disorder, could be just growing up.
In 1998, i was 18, had lost a LOT of weight, and was looking forward to the clothes i had
been promised.
By 2001, the weight was back, i had lost my place in the Iraqi community, along with my
husband and children, and was living out of my trunk, sleeping on my mothers couch.
2003? I was legally "mentally disabled" having tried unsuccsessfully to kill myself. 7
times.
2005 i was married, living in Sweden. Because my husband was more strict about Islam
than my boyfriends, i wasn't even allowed a phone call home. This is the first year i
actually MISSED them on Christmas.
2006 i was home again, but wasn't missing them so much. Had found a new boyfriend,
and we had decided to make Christmas our first time we slept together. I rented a hotel
for the day, and 8 hours later, had trouble walking. This relationship would stay secret.
2008 i was halfway living with my bestfriend. It was between his house, and my mother's
couch, and the couch was looking less and less appealing. This was the year of awakening. I smoked pot for the first time, as a gift to him. I wanted to get drunk for the first time, but that would take more time. There was 12 inches of snow on the ground, and Matt was having a few friends over. I was honored to be one of these friends.
2009 found me without a job, but with Mike, my boyfriend that puts up with my ever-
changing personality. He tells me daily that he loves me, never fails to make me smile,
or laugh, or just be content.
This year, Mike and his son Nate came up to my parents and kept me from going insane. My grandmother was her normal self, finding negative things, no matter what. My family has always been a trigger which is why i try to stay away from family gatherings. I hate drama, and that household is FULL OF IT. Part of me wished i could go back to last year, sitting on Matts' bed, watching movies and hanging out.
But we went to Mike's mom house... she's awesome. They had a gift exchange, and since Mike and i had not brought anything, we disn't get to participate. Now, this was fine with me, because i wasn't about to go in front of his family (20 people) and open a gift- i prefer to hide in the corner. Well, Sharon wasn't going to allow that; she found 2 more gifts, and wrapped them up under Mike and my name. We drew numbers, unwrapped and swapped, stole and restole till everybody had gone around the circle. it was pretty fun, and despite having brought nothing but a plate of cookies, we walked
away with a foot massager, a set of glasses, an LED flashlight that Mike really needed,
and, courtesy of Nathan's quick wits, a clock that we both needed and wanted. It was
relaxing, and fun, and i discovered that i like spinich dip. Who knew? =)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
No babies...
When i was 19, i had an ecptopic pregnancy, and they checked my hormone level after the operation. They found my body doesn't make Progesterone, and told me if i ever want to have children, i would need synthetic. Well, i never had a boyfriend that i trusted to have kids with, so i didn't worry. Until Mike. He wants another son, so i went in, and got new blood tests. My progesterone levels are less than .2, and a normal level is about 5. 10 when you are at the peak of ovilation. (ew, i know, Sorry.) The dr asked me how long it had been since my last cycle, and we counted down. I went in on day 21, when my progesterone would have been at its highest. I got my results back today... At its highest levels, my progeterone level is 1.3. Now, synthetic progesterone is no problem. Except my body makes too much of a hormone called Prolactin. This comes from the pituitary gland, which Mike lovingly told me is why i'm so big. Yeah, thanks honey. So i go in on Friday to find out what can be done, and i will keep you updated. In the meantime, pray, please? I would really like a baby.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Ex Lover My Ass
Yakima. Wapato. 2 ex-girlfriends. Wait, excuse me, ONE ex-girlfriend and one ex lover. His "true love" in his own words. Her mother passed away, and as much as i was sorry for her, since the funeral was at 8AM we had 2 choices. Leave Friday night and spend the night their; no money for a hotel would leave us at the mercy of either ex or an ex drug dealer. Or we could get up at 4AM and drive. He wisely opted for the latter. We pulled into the funeral home at 8AM and the parking lot was empty. Mike called his mom, who reminded him the funeral was at 10, not 8. So he called his daughters, that live with their mom, and we took them out for breakfast. His daughters, not his ex.
During breakfast, his daughter was like "buy me a car, dad, take me to the mall, dad." He apologized because i had to be at work and he couldn't spend more time with them. I felt bad, because i do like his daughters. After breakfast we dropped them off and went to the service. It was beautiful, and afterwards, people lined up to say their respects. Since Nate and i never knew her, we went out to the car. mike came out a few minutes later and we headed home.
The next day, Mike had to work his 10 hour shift, and came home so tired. Even though i had worked my 10 hour shift as well (I hate sundays) I promised to rub his feet and give him a sponge bath. He got in the shower, and as i was finding his clothes, his phone chirped he had a text message. I assumed it was the karaoke host telling him to go sing, and didnt want to go out, so i hit View.
And the number was a 509 number; NOT the karaoke host. 509 is the area code for Eastern Washington. As in, Wapato/ Yakima, where we just were. I opened the text, thinking his daugheter and immediatly hoped i was wrong. "I forgot to say good-night and i will love you soon." HOLY SHIT. Backtracking thru his texts, they had been talking dirty all day. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was Arlene, his "truelove".
This man that promised me he would never cheat on me, that was calling me lover and baby, from the next room... He was sending back texts "he hadn't seen her bare shoulder in a while..Grrr...." (She had sent him pics of her tattoos and her trampstamp.
Now, to his credit, he at no time texted the words love. But there had been many a phone call, God only knows what they had talked about. She is supposedly happily married, and Mike promised he wasn't that kind of guy! Well, screw him in the bathtub, i took 5 of my anxity meds with a shot of tequila, and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Next morning i woke up still pissed off, grabbed my laptop, logged on to T-mobile and BLOCKED HER NUMBER. No texting either way, and if she tries to call she will get a messages saying the phone is out of service. If he tries to call her, an automated voice will say "You are not allowed to make calls to this number" and hang up. At which point he'll ask me why, and i'll ask him why he wants to call her. Bitch move, probably, but i'm not going to stand back and watch it happen. Later that day, we went to his mom's house, where she asked if Mike had talked to Arlene, because she gave her Mike's number. All this time i thought Mike had given it to her... Oops. I told his mom yes, they had been sexting, which she heard as texting, thank God, and got me the dirtiest look from Mike. Oh well, now he knew why i wasn't speaking to him. When we got home, he swore up and daown there was nothing going on, she's happily married, yada yada yada. Heard it all before. Now we just wait to see when he asks why he can't call, right?
During breakfast, his daughter was like "buy me a car, dad, take me to the mall, dad." He apologized because i had to be at work and he couldn't spend more time with them. I felt bad, because i do like his daughters. After breakfast we dropped them off and went to the service. It was beautiful, and afterwards, people lined up to say their respects. Since Nate and i never knew her, we went out to the car. mike came out a few minutes later and we headed home.
The next day, Mike had to work his 10 hour shift, and came home so tired. Even though i had worked my 10 hour shift as well (I hate sundays) I promised to rub his feet and give him a sponge bath. He got in the shower, and as i was finding his clothes, his phone chirped he had a text message. I assumed it was the karaoke host telling him to go sing, and didnt want to go out, so i hit View.
And the number was a 509 number; NOT the karaoke host. 509 is the area code for Eastern Washington. As in, Wapato/ Yakima, where we just were. I opened the text, thinking his daugheter and immediatly hoped i was wrong. "I forgot to say good-night and i will love you soon." HOLY SHIT. Backtracking thru his texts, they had been talking dirty all day. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was Arlene, his "truelove".
This man that promised me he would never cheat on me, that was calling me lover and baby, from the next room... He was sending back texts "he hadn't seen her bare shoulder in a while..Grrr...." (She had sent him pics of her tattoos and her trampstamp.
Now, to his credit, he at no time texted the words love. But there had been many a phone call, God only knows what they had talked about. She is supposedly happily married, and Mike promised he wasn't that kind of guy! Well, screw him in the bathtub, i took 5 of my anxity meds with a shot of tequila, and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Next morning i woke up still pissed off, grabbed my laptop, logged on to T-mobile and BLOCKED HER NUMBER. No texting either way, and if she tries to call she will get a messages saying the phone is out of service. If he tries to call her, an automated voice will say "You are not allowed to make calls to this number" and hang up. At which point he'll ask me why, and i'll ask him why he wants to call her. Bitch move, probably, but i'm not going to stand back and watch it happen. Later that day, we went to his mom's house, where she asked if Mike had talked to Arlene, because she gave her Mike's number. All this time i thought Mike had given it to her... Oops. I told his mom yes, they had been sexting, which she heard as texting, thank God, and got me the dirtiest look from Mike. Oh well, now he knew why i wasn't speaking to him. When we got home, he swore up and daown there was nothing going on, she's happily married, yada yada yada. Heard it all before. Now we just wait to see when he asks why he can't call, right?
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