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Originally Posted by Lainey
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Love it. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Lainey
Job applications. The amount I'm expected to ramble on about myself in some sort of structured way, touching on a gazillion specific points. Please just look at my CV and infer. Why do I have to do all the thinking?!
Spring! Ok, not really spring, but the warmer weather. Why do I always feel like I'm falling behind when warm weather hits? I get that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach that I should be doing something, like planting or digging or weeding or pruning or or or...And it's freaking March! I need a drink on the dock, and time to just relax....but...from there I can see the garden and...
I hate technology. Our teevee started going dark (er), just randomly. It happened only when I was watching a dvd, so I concluded: it's the dvd player that was a good 10 years old. I bought a newer one, one that is cheaper in materials and lighter and is in all ways inferior and without the handy-dandy timer clock.
Well, now it turns out that the teevee, a new one, has an energy savings thingy on it that causes it to go darker. Stupid stupid thing, I do NOT want to have to read an entire freeking manual on a new appliance to figure out the "gotchas." And my favorite old dvd player is long gone, I can't retrieve it.
I"ve been putting off getting a new camera because I just dread having to pick up the basics of shooting photos and transferring images to my computer. I will NOT spend all day reading a manual. Point and shoot and download, that's what I want.
Why, why, why do I always have to see everything through the lens of "wasting stuff".....we're in Yuma AZ and today is the big Yuma Air Show at the U.S. Marine Corps airfield nearby.....yesterday, the Thunderbirds were practicing just overhead, and could I just enjoy the show like everybody else? Nope......all I could think of was what an incredible WASTE of fuel, etc........
I had to fight every minute of the time we were on our cruise, to keep myself from calculating the huge waste of diesel fuel carting several thousand people back and forth every two weeks on a cruise ship from Ft. Lauderdale FL to Los Angeles CA and back........
WWWAAAAHHHHHH.....I want to just be able to sit there in my lawn chair and ooh and aahhh over the aerial maneuvers like "normal people", instead of thinking of waste of resources, waste of taxpayer money, and all the other stuff.........
I put off buying new things for the same reason, especially electronics.Quote:
Originally Posted by Iris lily
My TV is an old analog job which I never bothered hooking up to a converter box because I so seldom watch TV. Recently, however, there was a show on 60 Minutes that I really wanted to see. My attempt to hook up the TV took me over an hour and was a total flop. Now a techno-savvy friend is trying to coach me, long distance, in how to get the TV working or what to do if I buy a new TV with a digital converter, either of which requires an antenna, possibly a roof antenna.
Well, this is just getting to be too much freakin' trouble. If the new Kindle I ordered works well, I think I'll just buy a pricier Kindle Fire that streams TV shows and movies, and throw the old analog TV away.
I, too, detest the learning curve and all the gobbledegook manuals, especially the ones that are written in broken English.
Okay, I'm understanding that the past week I had was truly a gift to be cherished 'cuz I had a great week, even at the job, but sadly reality hit home to day ~ I have a couple of big peeves for today.
#1: to new co-worker: if you are having bowel problems at work, please don't sneak out of the bathroom pretending you didn't make a HUGE mess and leave it for the next person (me) to be completely grossed out. Also, didn't your ma teach you to put the damn seat down at least? Then I wouldn't have known about the huge mess because it would have been hidden from me and the next male to use the bathroom would be confronted with it. Grrrrrrrrrr....>:(
#2: to elderly owner of store: QUIT micromanaging stupid stuff and aggravating the people who could actually walk out on you at any given moment because of having to deal with you. You really have no idea that the new guy almost walked out today (three weeks into the job) because you berated him about his handwriting in front of several customers.
#3: I don't know what #3 is, other that I am feeling quite ornery about things and wonder why I continue to put up with this insane workplace. Is the money really worth it? Tonight I doesn't seem so. Maybe I'll feel differently when I wake up tomorrow to do it all over again.
Good night, ya'll....
SiouzQ, ugh!
Glad to hear you quit!
But I didn't! I want to but I haven't yet.
Oh, the way your post was written it sounded like you had!Quote:
Originally Posted by SiouzQ.
Probably wishful thinkin'...
Todays' is the same as everytime I call my mom and for basically the last 51 years, My Brother is perfect, smart, and so highly educated.>:(
I guess I should be thrilled that our byzantine tax system keeps millions employed by the IRS, tax preparation businesses, tax lawyers, etc., and it usually only takes me an hour or so to fill out my tax forms and send them in. I'm doing my taxes today, and wishing we had a simpler, more efficient system. Maybe some combination of graduated flat tax and value-added tax? It's a pipe dream, I know...
It's that time again. I no sooner woke up than the Yard Guy went roaring past the window on Pennsylvania's hands-down loudest lawn mower. Every year I swear I'm going to have the entire yard tilled and planted with ground cover or something and never quite make it. Of course, that won't get rid of the neighbors' yard guys.
Go gasoline prices! Come, Peak Oil!!!
Along similar lines, this is the time of year, apparently, where the lingering stench of woodsmoke mingles with the ear-splitting whine of chainsaws out here in the suburbs. It's almost sixty degrees. Give me a break.
I don't know why I haven't found this thread before now. I have at the very minimum one peeve per day. So for today: those loose subscription cards that are placed in magazines so that they will fall out onto the floor and you'll have to pick them up. I sincerely hope that the morons who came up with that idea do not think that having picked up the card from the floor, I will be more inclined to subscribe to the magazine. Hardly!
I'll be back tomorrow and the day after and the day after....I have lots of peeves.
BAH!!!! We can't find our closing papers from the house purchase (packed somewhere "safe," I suppose) and need them for the taxes. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
Ok so the cleaning crew threw away the walnuts I had on my desk. Do you know what a never ending PAIN IN THE REAR it is to try to keep healthy food stocked at work? No decent stores nearby that I can walk to, no way to drive anywhere from work due to the traffic situation here all day long, nothing but hideous chain restaurants (what I would give for a restaurant I like here), I HAVE TO bring food from home if I want to eat decently. I risk being late to hit the store on the way to work if I haven't planned. And then the idiots throw my food away. I give up you know ... impossibility ... maybe I'll just let the hunger knaw at my stomach a little more ... before I don't know, eating my lunch for breakfast? hitting the vending machine? Healthy eating is an obstacle course.
Those really irritate me too, to the point that I seldom subscribe to magazines except for 'Backwoods Home', which doesn't use them and confines most advertising to the back of the magazine. I also detest the half pages included with supermarket flyers, especially since they're usually for "special" junk food for (pick one) superbowl parties, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine's Day, Easter, Memorial Day, July 4th, Labor Day, Kentucky Derby Day, the Indy 500, or add your own.Quote:
Originally Posted by Florence
There's a guy on my bus most mornings who looks over his shoulder every two minutes throughout the journey. I hate this. It's as if he's a fugitive expecting to be captured at any moment.
You gave me a giggle! I was picturing it. . . peek, peek . . . peek, peek . . .Quote:
Originally Posted by mira
Surely it's not so funny when you're really there. :)
It's no wonder the Post Office is going under. I tried to ship some cat food that my cat won't eat to the nearest SPCA and the USPS website says there's no such address. (So how come my checks get there? How come UPS knows where it is?) It took me close to an hour to find another address, print the shipping label, and arrange for a carrier pickup, hopefully not by the dim bulb we've been assigned as a substitute carrier. (This does not include the time I spent packing the box.)
Now I have to go drive to the mailboxes at the end of the street because the as$%&oles from whom I ordered three cases of cat food MAILED IT instead of sending it UPS like they normally do, and I can't carry that heavy box home from a block away. YECH! UPS is worth the extra cost!
Restless legs! They have been really bad lately. It's so terribly uncomfortable.
Stella, try some magnesium. It can give a person diarrhea in large doses, but 200 mg. or less should help. I had trouble with restless legs when I was getting off of antidepressants and the magnesiuim worked for me. (Don't ask me how I know about the diarrhea. 1000 mg. is way too much.)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stella
I'm feeling very stuck at my insane job and I just can't see a way out yet. I have been sending out some resumes but not a single bite yet...
Thanks for the tip Jemima!
My gripe today is people who complain about not having enough help in hobby groups, and then say something like "it's so hard for only a few people to keep 2 clubs going" when CLEARLY ya'll need to shut down one of the clubs. They both do the same thing for god's sake! So do it or else stop complaining about all of the work you've got to do. Oh and--I stepped up to help in an area where I anticipate minimal drama--stop bringing unnecessary drama to this task. It's just not necessary.
My peeve - actually one of several months standing - is the temp in our accounting department. She replaced someone who was very well loved, but quit due to the greatly increased distance of her commute once the office moved in the fall.
Temp is an uppity wench. She has been telling people how to do their job since day one. She immediately got on my crap list by telling me how to do something that she had no idea about. She also expects everyone to drop everything IMMEDIATELY and give her what she wants. Ummm, no. Maybe where she came from, but not in my company. My boss had to sit her down - with temp's supervisor's approval - and tell her how things work in the transportation world (she apparently came from a very calm environment before). We're very time critical, very intense, very high stress. If she insists on someone dropping everything right then and there when they're in the midst of something very urgent, she's very likely to get someone to go off on her.
She still doesn't get it. When I was off on Monday for the customs brokers exam, temp tried exactly that - AFTER she had already been told not to - on someone in the midst of a screwed-up air freight shipment. I'm told the temp got ripped apart. I almost went off on her today when she was nagging me and wouldn't take "I'll get it to you later," but I just pounded away at my keyboard for a while and that relieved my stress.
Amen. They volunteered voluntarily one presumes. Drama and martyrdom are what it's all about for that type.Quote:
Originally Posted by Iris lily
It IS funny though! It just puts me on edge...Quote:
Originally Posted by fidgiegirl
So burned out by my job...I'm really hitting the wall with it. Thank GOD we are closed tomorrow and I get three days off in a row. Something HAS to change soon or I'm not going to last there too much longer.
My apologies for getting to this thread so late.Quote:
Originally Posted by SiouzQ.
I hear ya. Been there (twice, in fact). It sounds from your previous posts like you've really had to grit your teeth many days to get through them. It's hard!
But if your experience was like mine, days off (even vacations) are not going to fix this. In fact, you may be burned out on retail in general, given that other jobs you've had have deteriorated over time, too. Is there a job development center or local school or even a Web site which could let you explore your interests and skills and help you find something else you'd like to do?
The one thing that helped me most was recasting my situation as "My job as of now is to look for a (another) position in _______ (field). What I'm doing now just pays the bills and I'm outta here as soon as possible." Most days when I got home from work I was just dead to the world. But working on my new career was truly energizing. And it made me feel significantly better to think that there would be, at some undefined-but-not-too-distant-future date, an end to the madness.
ObPeeve: People who run organizations like their own private club with their own private clique and then wonder why no one wants to shoulder any responsibility...
well, going to the bar tonight and listening to my friends band (and drinking a couple of beers and having a couple of smokes) sure didn't help to get me outta this mood (I knew it wouldn't work but I did it anyway because the longer I am a practicing hermit, the worse it gets...). I just feel so stuck. Thanks for your post Steve, it makes me feel less alone that people take the time out of their busy lives to read and respond. I have wracked my brain for years about why I have been stuck in various retail positions my entire working life and what I would like to do instead...I really have no idea at this point, other than I have always wanted to be an artist and not to have to worry about being at a regular full-time job. I just don't know HOW to make enough money to live on while being an artist so I just end up in jobs that start sucking the soul out of me after a few years...my head is swirling with despair right now (fueled by the few beers, I guess) so I think the best thing for me to do is go to bed and start fresh tomorrow and try to get in a place of peace and hopefully gain some more motivation to work on sending out resumes.
PS: I did send my old job counselor an e-mail earlier this evening to see if I could meet with her again to help me work on my resumes and on-line applications. I'm not getting any responses so far and that is discouraging...
Retail is a very tough field even when the work environment is reasonably pleasant. Would it be possible for you to get some sort of commissioned sales work? That can be brutal if you want to make lots of money, but I don't pick up from your posts that you're materialistic. An independent, commissioned job would give you some flexibility in your hours and you wouldn't have a boss breathing down your neck most of the time.Quote:
Originally Posted by SiouzQ.
Oh dear God! It was the neighbors to the West of us at 8AM with a lawn mower that sounded like it was choking on a carpet. It took them 35 minutes to do the side yard.
Now it is the neighbors to the East of us with an aged and smelly weekwhacker working their way, ever so slowly down the fence line.
Gaaahhh!
LOL, CeciliaW! Last fall (early fall), a neighbour of ours spent what seemed like the better part of the afternoon cutting her tiny patch of lawn. My husband, who usually says nothing about anybody, finally reached his breaking point and barked out loud, "if I knew I wouldn't end up in jail, I'd walk over there and club her"!
One of my neighbors was banging away with a hammer shortly after 7:00 AM. I really must get a taser.
I am completely and totally exhausted.
Another one of my kids was shot and killed yesterday...spent most of the night crying and wondering how to reach them, how to stop this stupid violence. I have actually lost count of how many are dead. I never ever thought I could lose enough to stop counting. I think it's a defense mechanism...
Clearly, your husband is a long-lost relative of mine. I'm as non-violent as can be (just ask my spiders-in-residence), but endless, droning noise pushes my launch button every time.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mrs-M