Friday, October 30, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
At this Point...
...I just want "The Visit" to be over.
Have had a swarm of DSM..RSM..Visual people. All to get to the stores to look perfect for the Obama of company.
Is the head of the company afraid to see stores as they actually look under working conditions? If so...why?
Have had a swarm of DSM..RSM..Visual people. All to get to the stores to look perfect for the Obama of company.
Is the head of the company afraid to see stores as they actually look under working conditions? If so...why?
Friday, September 25, 2015
I'm Becoming...
...a broken record. It's all about work. Much evidenced as I look back at what I've written. I'm mad at myself for that.
My store manager is floundering right now. She's treading water...I can see it. It's been about 18 months since she got promoted and about sixish months with the new DM. This upcoming month is her first real biggie month in control. There are days that the company expects the stores to be doing events. She is trying her best to get things set up...but...it doesn't seem to be gelling right now.
J was always about sales...which is what got her promoted. Managers have left her get away with bad behaviour. She was never really made to do anything other than sell.
I've been the ugly stepchild. Wasn't always...but became so.
I've always blamed it on myself...that I did something wrong.
Not true.
My problem is that I haven't trusted myself enough at work.
My store manager is floundering right now. She's treading water...I can see it. It's been about 18 months since she got promoted and about sixish months with the new DM. This upcoming month is her first real biggie month in control. There are days that the company expects the stores to be doing events. She is trying her best to get things set up...but...it doesn't seem to be gelling right now.
J was always about sales...which is what got her promoted. Managers have left her get away with bad behaviour. She was never really made to do anything other than sell.
I've been the ugly stepchild. Wasn't always...but became so.
I've always blamed it on myself...that I did something wrong.
Not true.
My problem is that I haven't trusted myself enough at work.
Tomorrow...
...in my wrinkly stage set overalls. Shit to get done...and I don't want to deal with our customers.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
I Kinda Don't Care...
...about Stage Set.
I do. A lot. It's the thing I'm responsible for.
It makes me mad what the company expects.
I do. A lot. It's the thing I'm responsible for.
It makes me mad what the company expects.
Kinda Gobsmacked...
Ulta opened next to our store. They like my lavender hair...have made a fuss.
Kind of embarrassed.
Not used to the attention.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
I gave away $254 yesterday...
...and in the end it saved us a world of trouble.
Was it right to do this return?
No. She didn't follow washing directions. She was blaming it on us. We didn't say "Not Colorfast". On the tag it said "Wash separately with like colors." In her world, navy blue and white are like colors. Brought a towel and tshirt in to see how the garments bled.
Called customer service...the pieces she brought...customer service went back five years...couldn't find them. These pieces were WAY old.
I had a restrained pissy attitude with her. I knew it was in my right to say "Nope"...on so many levels. I did get big pissy with her because she came behind the desk to check my my pricing.
I was giving her back way more than she paid...trust me. I kn know this customer.
But really...you step behind the desk because you think I'm cheating you on a five year old return?
I willed her head to blow up as she left the store.
Was it right to do this return?
No. She didn't follow washing directions. She was blaming it on us. We didn't say "Not Colorfast". On the tag it said "Wash separately with like colors." In her world, navy blue and white are like colors. Brought a towel and tshirt in to see how the garments bled.
Called customer service...the pieces she brought...customer service went back five years...couldn't find them. These pieces were WAY old.
I had a restrained pissy attitude with her. I knew it was in my right to say "Nope"...on so many levels. I did get big pissy with her because she came behind the desk to check my my pricing.
I was giving her back way more than she paid...trust me. I kn know this customer.
But really...you step behind the desk because you think I'm cheating you on a five year old return?
I willed her head to blow up as she left the store.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
I'm Over...
...work. I'm just kind of tired of the whole thing.
Stage Set that makes me hurt for two days after.
People that are rude and treat us like we are stupid and incompetent.
My big one...customers who bald face lie to us on a return.
This happened.
One of our employees saw the customer wearing the pants...talked to her while she was in the pants.
Guess what?
The customer returned the pants she had worn...with creases still in...denying she had worn them.
Apparently we're too ignorant to notice details.
Stage Set that makes me hurt for two days after.
People that are rude and treat us like we are stupid and incompetent.
My big one...customers who bald face lie to us on a return.
This happened.
One of our employees saw the customer wearing the pants...talked to her while she was in the pants.
Guess what?
The customer returned the pants she had worn...with creases still in...denying she had worn them.
Apparently we're too ignorant to notice details.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Popping Tags...
...will never again be done with my husband.
He's on vacation. I had a day off. Half price day at one of my favorite thrift stores...asked him late morning if he might want to go. Know it's not his thing. Got a no. Okay with that.
Other house stuff...blah blah.
And I just had to ask again.
Me: Do you want to go to the thrift store with me?
Him: Can we take Mother?
I was kinda gobsmacked.
Me: Okay....but it's half off day... and it's really crowded.
So...we pick up Evelyn. She's enjoying the ride. She is loving the scenery...so different from Pittsburgh. Asks where we're going. Bob tells her...and she says "I'm tired of second hand clothes." Bob laughed...I felt kind of pissed.
So...as we're parking the car...Evelyn said "Who would buy used clothes?"
I was in the backseat.
Me: I buy ALL of my clothes at this store.
Bob deserves Knight Hood in his dealings with the Lady Evelyn.
My Mum...
My sister has her moving to Rochester in a house with her. That is just a continuance of the history. That will kill everything in my Mum...except to torture my sister who put her in this position.
I have talked to Mum about moving to Columbus. She could make friends here.
Toni and I would gladly take her to bingo and the casino.
He's on vacation. I had a day off. Half price day at one of my favorite thrift stores...asked him late morning if he might want to go. Know it's not his thing. Got a no. Okay with that.
Other house stuff...blah blah.
And I just had to ask again.
Me: Do you want to go to the thrift store with me?
Him: Can we take Mother?
I was kinda gobsmacked.
Me: Okay....but it's half off day... and it's really crowded.
So...we pick up Evelyn. She's enjoying the ride. She is loving the scenery...so different from Pittsburgh. Asks where we're going. Bob tells her...and she says "I'm tired of second hand clothes." Bob laughed...I felt kind of pissed.
So...as we're parking the car...Evelyn said "Who would buy used clothes?"
I was in the backseat.
Me: I buy ALL of my clothes at this store.
Bob deserves Knight Hood in his dealings with the Lady Evelyn.
My Mum...
My sister has her moving to Rochester in a house with her. That is just a continuance of the history. That will kill everything in my Mum...except to torture my sister who put her in this position.
I have talked to Mum about moving to Columbus. She could make friends here.
Toni and I would gladly take her to bingo and the casino.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
A smile...
...from forty years ago in a photo.
He was the love of my life.
He led me to rest of my life.
He was the love of my life.
He led me to rest of my life.
Work...
...yet again.
The DM Ninjas came last week and revamped the backroom. A huge improvement. We're feeling our way around finding stuff...adjusting to a the new logic of placement.
That's not really what I'm talking about.
J...the store manager is on vacation this upcoming week. It's her week she takes every year. Events she loves. Yeah and I'm glad she does. It's stuff she's passionate about.
An envelope with my name on the back office computer.
Opened it...read it. Pissed me off.
She dumped the schedule on me. She had the time...coulda...but no. Okay. So I get the chore. She doesn't like doing it and I'm okay with it.
The tone of what she wrote was condescending. I know she's trying out her new managerial voice but it so rubbed me wrong.
She's trying a new voice because of the new sheriff in town. She's trying to figure out how to play her...and she never will. Amy...the DM...is a cut to the chase girl.
Joyce has got to be scared out of her knickers. She doesn't know which persona to employ.
I have worked with this woman for fourteen years and pretty much I know jack shit about her.
She's a chameleon.
She is the person in Auschwitz who would've had bread.
I wondered today if I was jealous. She got promoted. I didn't.
Yes...a part of me is.
Have dealt with it. Fairly okay with it. Mostly forget about it...
until she dumps on me. See above.
Schedule....takes about an hour and a half. Off the floor backroom stuff.
The DM Ninjas came last week and revamped the backroom. A huge improvement. We're feeling our way around finding stuff...adjusting to a the new logic of placement.
That's not really what I'm talking about.
J...the store manager is on vacation this upcoming week. It's her week she takes every year. Events she loves. Yeah and I'm glad she does. It's stuff she's passionate about.
An envelope with my name on the back office computer.
Opened it...read it. Pissed me off.
She dumped the schedule on me. She had the time...coulda...but no. Okay. So I get the chore. She doesn't like doing it and I'm okay with it.
The tone of what she wrote was condescending. I know she's trying out her new managerial voice but it so rubbed me wrong.
She's trying a new voice because of the new sheriff in town. She's trying to figure out how to play her...and she never will. Amy...the DM...is a cut to the chase girl.
Joyce has got to be scared out of her knickers. She doesn't know which persona to employ.
I have worked with this woman for fourteen years and pretty much I know jack shit about her.
She's a chameleon.
She is the person in Auschwitz who would've had bread.
I wondered today if I was jealous. She got promoted. I didn't.
Yes...a part of me is.
Have dealt with it. Fairly okay with it. Mostly forget about it...
until she dumps on me. See above.
Schedule....takes about an hour and a half. Off the floor backroom stuff.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
The Force...
...stormed our store...and totally redid our back room. I don't think our backroom was this clean or organized wen we opened.
Our new DM has done this with stores throughout the past year. A team comes in with a backroom redo. Get it.
All the stores have the same starting reference point.
Joyce said today "This is wonderful. I hope the girls keep it up."
Our new DM has done this with stores throughout the past year. A team comes in with a backroom redo. Get it.
All the stores have the same starting reference point.
Joyce said today "This is wonderful. I hope the girls keep it up."
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Good intentions
...pave the road to hell.
Had intended on getting in early and moving stuff in the store...like eight early. Well...elevenses was what happened. Got done what needed done. Not happy with the back end of the store...but oh well.
Joyce...the store manager...asked me yesterday if I had looked at my pay stub.
Me: We got paid this week?
Bob looks at that stuff...so I don't pay attention.
Her: You're gonna be surprised. It's big. The bonus was big.
Me: I don't think so. It'll be nice...but you're on a different scale.
She doesn't think so. She has told me that she thinks she's not getting the same bonus as the other managers...not on the same scale.
Next she brings it up I'm gonna have to remind that in certain cities I'd be making minimum wage.
Really?
Really.
My job description is the same as her job description.
Quite frankly...when she got promoted...Joyce knew shit from shinola how the store worked...the everyday stuff. She was never made to learn because I was the grunt that got that stuff done.
The person who hired me...I adored her. She was a mentor.
Somehow that went haywire.
She became incredibly mean to me. Never knew what I did...but apparently something.
Don't know where I'm going with this.
Do know I am worth a hell of a lot more than this company pays me.
Had intended on getting in early and moving stuff in the store...like eight early. Well...elevenses was what happened. Got done what needed done. Not happy with the back end of the store...but oh well.
Joyce...the store manager...asked me yesterday if I had looked at my pay stub.
Me: We got paid this week?
Bob looks at that stuff...so I don't pay attention.
Her: You're gonna be surprised. It's big. The bonus was big.
Me: I don't think so. It'll be nice...but you're on a different scale.
She doesn't think so. She has told me that she thinks she's not getting the same bonus as the other managers...not on the same scale.
Next she brings it up I'm gonna have to remind that in certain cities I'd be making minimum wage.
Really?
Really.
My job description is the same as her job description.
Quite frankly...when she got promoted...Joyce knew shit from shinola how the store worked...the everyday stuff. She was never made to learn because I was the grunt that got that stuff done.
The person who hired me...I adored her. She was a mentor.
Somehow that went haywire.
She became incredibly mean to me. Never knew what I did...but apparently something.
Don't know where I'm going with this.
Do know I am worth a hell of a lot more than this company pays me.
Friday, June 12, 2015
I was a Ninja...
...in moving stuff.
It looks good...but it also created a mess that I have to go fix tomorrow. It's like home...you clean one room up...but the stuff shifts to another room.
Really wonder how the new DM is perceiving our scheduling. Joyce is scheduled off til Tuesday. I'm off the next week. So...a Saturday without management...sales leads...and they are brilliant. We're covered.
If I were Amy...I would be asking why isn't a manager in the store?
I didn't ask for the next week off...grateful for it.
If Joyce is js not feeling behind the eight ball...she's stupid.
The crapspeak she got by with Linda ain't gonna work with Amy.
I'm still recovering from lunch with Amy.
When we sat down...I was almost hyperventilating. Thinking "Don't let me come across stupid."
In forty five minutes Amy knew more about me than Linda knew bout me in the eleven years I knew her.
I always felt stupid around Linda. For whatever reason, she dismissed me.
Oh well.The medal I wear...Shakespeare qoute..."though she be but little...she is fierce."
It looks good...but it also created a mess that I have to go fix tomorrow. It's like home...you clean one room up...but the stuff shifts to another room.
Really wonder how the new DM is perceiving our scheduling. Joyce is scheduled off til Tuesday. I'm off the next week. So...a Saturday without management...sales leads...and they are brilliant. We're covered.
If I were Amy...I would be asking why isn't a manager in the store?
I didn't ask for the next week off...grateful for it.
If Joyce is js not feeling behind the eight ball...she's stupid.
The crapspeak she got by with Linda ain't gonna work with Amy.
I'm still recovering from lunch with Amy.
When we sat down...I was almost hyperventilating. Thinking "Don't let me come across stupid."
In forty five minutes Amy knew more about me than Linda knew bout me in the eleven years I knew her.
I always felt stupid around Linda. For whatever reason, she dismissed me.
Oh well.The medal I wear...Shakespeare qoute..."though she be but little...she is fierce."
Monday, June 8, 2015
The times they are a changin'...
...and I think for the better.
There was rearranging in the company towards the beginning of the year...redistricting. The Columbus stores are now aligned with the Cleveland/Pittsburgh stores. We...meaning the Columbus stores...are now in the playing field with the Big Girls. We are now in a market with stores that have $60,000 weekly plans...and those stores make those numbers.
In the rearrangement...people lost their jobs. The DM for our market was one of them.
So...we have a new District Manager.
The first time she came into our store...I was embarrassed. We were busy. Stuff piled high on the counters from returns. We were shorthanded...store was tossed beyond belief...and our numbers were sucking big time...huge return percentage. It felt like your parents showing up unannounced ...sink full of dirty dishes...laundry overflowing the hamper...everything wonky.
The look of the store has been...I don't know what word to use...evolved...passed...dumped...to my hands. I do love doing stage set. It's like like doing the New York Times crossword. There's a clue that bingo's five other words. It all falls into place...or you use the iPad for help.
At Stage Set...I'm the iPad. I'm good with that.
I'm not good with how I respond.
I know there are times I get short with people and give half assed explanations. I hate that. It's because I know there's a section that I was supposed to do that is way behind.
There were two ladies who were the bomb at stage set. A gobsmacking thing...both of them said to me "You taught me how to do this." Really?
So...
She...DM..will probably be in our store tomorrow.
Her MO is make things better.
Joyce...our SM...is in for a long day.
There was rearranging in the company towards the beginning of the year...redistricting. The Columbus stores are now aligned with the Cleveland/Pittsburgh stores. We...meaning the Columbus stores...are now in the playing field with the Big Girls. We are now in a market with stores that have $60,000 weekly plans...and those stores make those numbers.
In the rearrangement...people lost their jobs. The DM for our market was one of them.
So...we have a new District Manager.
The first time she came into our store...I was embarrassed. We were busy. Stuff piled high on the counters from returns. We were shorthanded...store was tossed beyond belief...and our numbers were sucking big time...huge return percentage. It felt like your parents showing up unannounced ...sink full of dirty dishes...laundry overflowing the hamper...everything wonky.
The look of the store has been...I don't know what word to use...evolved...passed...dumped...to my hands. I do love doing stage set. It's like like doing the New York Times crossword. There's a clue that bingo's five other words. It all falls into place...or you use the iPad for help.
At Stage Set...I'm the iPad. I'm good with that.
I'm not good with how I respond.
I know there are times I get short with people and give half assed explanations. I hate that. It's because I know there's a section that I was supposed to do that is way behind.
There were two ladies who were the bomb at stage set. A gobsmacking thing...both of them said to me "You taught me how to do this." Really?
So...
She...DM..will probably be in our store tomorrow.
Her MO is make things better.
Joyce...our SM...is in for a long day.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Maybe I'm getting old...
...but I don't want to think so.
Have a store move coming up that's gonna be a booger. Not enough staff ... know it's gonna hurt...have to deal.
This store move stuff is taking a toll on me.
I usually do the windows. Flip those girls who are a third taller than me off their stands...pants off...new pants on...up on their stands. Continue to adorn. Six times for the windows...other girls on the floor.
I can do this! Yeah!
Yeah...I can do this but I probably shouldn't be doing this.
I'm wiped out for two days after.
Still have to work.
There has to be a better way of doing this. I want to learn what it is.
Cause I don't feel we're doing it right!
Have a store move coming up that's gonna be a booger. Not enough staff ... know it's gonna hurt...have to deal.
This store move stuff is taking a toll on me.
I usually do the windows. Flip those girls who are a third taller than me off their stands...pants off...new pants on...up on their stands. Continue to adorn. Six times for the windows...other girls on the floor.
I can do this! Yeah!
Yeah...I can do this but I probably shouldn't be doing this.
I'm wiped out for two days after.
Still have to work.
There has to be a better way of doing this. I want to learn what it is.
Cause I don't feel we're doing it right!
Monday, May 25, 2015
Things sneak up...
...you're in a moment. Remembering...what you forgot to say...what you wanted to say.
Last time I saw my Dad...the LAST time I saw him. When Mum and I entered his room..he said "Hello Cyndy."
I hope he was proud of me.
I try to carry on his legacy of integrity.
Last time I saw him...in hospital. DaddyBear was so tired. Rubbed the space between his eyebrows...just like I did with Cory...to help him sleep.
Last time I saw my Dad...the LAST time I saw him. When Mum and I entered his room..he said "Hello Cyndy."
I hope he was proud of me.
I try to carry on his legacy of integrity.
Last time I saw him...in hospital. DaddyBear was so tired. Rubbed the space between his eyebrows...just like I did with Cory...to help him sleep.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Life is Eternal...
...love is immortal. Lyrics from a Carly Simon song that has been playing in my head since my Dad has been gone.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
It's was a week today...
...that my Dad passed.
It was a good thing. It was a good thing because he got a serious infection there was no work around. Infection had gone to his blood.
He was cremated.
Weird to think that this vital life force that was my Dad is now in a small box.
It was a good thing. It was a good thing because he got a serious infection there was no work around. Infection had gone to his blood.
He was cremated.
Weird to think that this vital life force that was my Dad is now in a small box.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Don't...
...even know where to begin.
Suppose here.
My Dad had a blister on his foot that festered. My Mum knew it was there. The sore was bandaged and dressed while at his "home". His feet were cushioned...and wrapped.
It wasn't getting better. Blister looked seriously infected. He was sent for MRI.
Results found osteomyelitis. It's an infection that has reached the bone.
When my Dad got transferred to hospital...Mum hadn't seen my Dad's feet unwrapped. The infection is literally killing away the flesh on his feet. I only saw one toe that was bad. The other foot...the doctor showed her and it's a mess...a literal rotting mess.
Suppose here.
My Dad had a blister on his foot that festered. My Mum knew it was there. The sore was bandaged and dressed while at his "home". His feet were cushioned...and wrapped.
It wasn't getting better. Blister looked seriously infected. He was sent for MRI.
Results found osteomyelitis. It's an infection that has reached the bone.
When my Dad got transferred to hospital...Mum hadn't seen my Dad's feet unwrapped. The infection is literally killing away the flesh on his feet. I only saw one toe that was bad. The other foot...the doctor showed her and it's a mess...a literal rotting mess.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
My Dad...
...is not doing well.
He had a fall in October getting in the car to come for a visit to Columbus.
Things have been downhill from there.
Has been in....want to say assisted living...but he's in a nursing home.
He got moved to a hospital today because of a severe infection in his feet. The words gangrene and amputation have been mentioned.
I was off on Tuesday...out and about. It was a ripe spring day. Energy you could smell in the air...feel in the wind. Somehow a pulse...just that almost there but not quite.
I understood why my Dad and his cronies went out on the links as soon as the course was ready in spring. It was about that rush...the everything feeling new...everything possible. Everything the same but somehow different.
I cried because my Dad is never again going to walk a golf course...or maybe even feel that open air.
He had a fall in October getting in the car to come for a visit to Columbus.
Things have been downhill from there.
Has been in....want to say assisted living...but he's in a nursing home.
He got moved to a hospital today because of a severe infection in his feet. The words gangrene and amputation have been mentioned.
I was off on Tuesday...out and about. It was a ripe spring day. Energy you could smell in the air...feel in the wind. Somehow a pulse...just that almost there but not quite.
I understood why my Dad and his cronies went out on the links as soon as the course was ready in spring. It was about that rush...the everything feeling new...everything possible. Everything the same but somehow different.
I cried because my Dad is never again going to walk a golf course...or maybe even feel that open air.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
I wonder...
...if I'm ever going to draw again.
I know Gimpy Hand will come back to...well...mostly working order.
No...it's about pen and ink.
I'm finding penmanship an issue. It's had to write...but I can.
Biggest thing...
I haven't thought about drawing and sketching until it's a big challenge.
I know Gimpy Hand will come back to...well...mostly working order.
No...it's about pen and ink.
I'm finding penmanship an issue. It's had to write...but I can.
Biggest thing...
I haven't thought about drawing and sketching until it's a big challenge.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
I have Nerdy glasses
...and I know because a little man at the Thrift Store today told me so.
Went to pop me some tags...ha! Love that phrase. Thank you Macklemore!
I still prefer to think of myself as a rag picker.
I digress.
Toured the store...ending in the front where the artwork and jewelry are. Little man was looking at the framed stuff. I meandered into the same artwork area. What I noticed...loved...there was a cart behind him of finds. When I came into his space...he just backed up and put his arm on the cart. He was the watcher of the cart. Get it. Made me smile at him.
Him: (big smile and giggle) You have nerdy glasses!
I looked at him and kind of laughed.
Me: I do.
Him: They're nice!
Me: I'm glad you like them. Thank you!
He made my day.
Went to pop me some tags...ha! Love that phrase. Thank you Macklemore!
I still prefer to think of myself as a rag picker.
I digress.
Toured the store...ending in the front where the artwork and jewelry are. Little man was looking at the framed stuff. I meandered into the same artwork area. What I noticed...loved...there was a cart behind him of finds. When I came into his space...he just backed up and put his arm on the cart. He was the watcher of the cart. Get it. Made me smile at him.
Him: (big smile and giggle) You have nerdy glasses!
I looked at him and kind of laughed.
Me: I do.
Him: They're nice!
Me: I'm glad you like them. Thank you!
He made my day.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Our Christmas Tree...
...told us it was time time to take it down. It fell over last night at about three in the morning.
I know the because I was having a latent college moment of sorts.
Had inventory at the store the next morning...had to be there at 5:30 a.m. Closed the night before...tried to talk myself into tired. I was wired. Got to a point...I'm up. All night. Something about it felt like being young again...can't quite explain. It felt both lovely and desperate at the same time.
Inventory...we were less about 500 units quoted. We have 4300+ units of product in the store.
WOW.
Because it never seems to quite be what someone's looking for.
sigh.
So back to the tree.
If it had been up to us think it would have been there til mid February.
Last night it told us...I'm done. Just toppled.
Tonight I collected ornaments (not one broken in the fall) and wound the lights off the tree.
I hugged the tree...thanked the tree...and cried.
This was a tree my Dad would like. One he would've selected.
I cried because I realized that my Dad will never again be in our house at Christmas.
...or ever.
I know the because I was having a latent college moment of sorts.
Had inventory at the store the next morning...had to be there at 5:30 a.m. Closed the night before...tried to talk myself into tired. I was wired. Got to a point...I'm up. All night. Something about it felt like being young again...can't quite explain. It felt both lovely and desperate at the same time.
Inventory...we were less about 500 units quoted. We have 4300+ units of product in the store.
WOW.
Because it never seems to quite be what someone's looking for.
sigh.
So back to the tree.
If it had been up to us think it would have been there til mid February.
Last night it told us...I'm done. Just toppled.
Tonight I collected ornaments (not one broken in the fall) and wound the lights off the tree.
I hugged the tree...thanked the tree...and cried.
This was a tree my Dad would like. One he would've selected.
I cried because I realized that my Dad will never again be in our house at Christmas.
...or ever.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
It didn't occur to me...
...until yesterday...when my husband told me he read my blog...that maybe other people did too.
First off...he reads my blog? Did gobsmack me.
We had to post pictures to our profile page on BOSS...the corporate system. Mandatory. Do have to say Joyce and I had fun getting a good one of me. We laughed our butts off.
I'm not so photogenic.
Years ago I worked on a video project for a student at OSU...Cinda Ehman was the director. Don't remember what degree it was towards...just remember that it was a big deal for her...a REAL BIG DEAL.
Shot the video at the Ohio Penitentiary over three months...
Memories from the shoot...
Bill Potter and I did not do well going down steps while saying dialogue well. Jay's words: "You call that acting?" Up the stairs...and down. Again...again...again...again.
I am not good at opening doors and entering a room. Have to say that most of the rooms that I entered from were small really stinky disgusting bathrooms. Entrance do over...again...again...again.
My favorite words in the setting up of a shot. The videographer...looking through his lens at me..."Oh God no. We can't shoot her straight on. Whoa!" Yes Mama...I am a pretty girl.
Learned to sing harmony on Going to the Chaple with Bill and Sheila. We had some times much time between shots and had it nailed.
Bill and I went into the infirmary building ...and it totally creeped me out...mostly the top floor. Could just feel stuff...didn't want to be there. Overwhelming.
In the chapel...on the wall...there was the most mesmerizing painting of a dark skinned Jesus with azure eyes. It was serene and disturbing at the same time.
I got cast kind of by accident. Don't remember quite how...but it was by accident.
When I was 29 going on 30...I got a little sad. What happened to my dreams? What happened to all the big things I was going to do?
When I took stock...
I wanted to be an actor...and I was. I was fortunate to be cast more often than not...and worked with great inspirational people.
I wanted to get paid to be an actor...did a couple of murder mysteries and got paid. Ta Da!
I wanted to be in a movie. I think shooting at the Ohio Pen for three months counts...and I was the lead.
The dreams I had...the things I wanted to accomplish? I had done them. Perhaps not on as grand a scale as I had once dreamed of...but accomplished none the less.
And yes...occasionally I "Thank the Academy" while moving the store around.
We are nothing without hope and dreams.
First off...he reads my blog? Did gobsmack me.
We had to post pictures to our profile page on BOSS...the corporate system. Mandatory. Do have to say Joyce and I had fun getting a good one of me. We laughed our butts off.
I'm not so photogenic.
Years ago I worked on a video project for a student at OSU...Cinda Ehman was the director. Don't remember what degree it was towards...just remember that it was a big deal for her...a REAL BIG DEAL.
Shot the video at the Ohio Penitentiary over three months...
Memories from the shoot...
Bill Potter and I did not do well going down steps while saying dialogue well. Jay's words: "You call that acting?" Up the stairs...and down. Again...again...again...again.
I am not good at opening doors and entering a room. Have to say that most of the rooms that I entered from were small really stinky disgusting bathrooms. Entrance do over...again...again...again.
My favorite words in the setting up of a shot. The videographer...looking through his lens at me..."Oh God no. We can't shoot her straight on. Whoa!" Yes Mama...I am a pretty girl.
Learned to sing harmony on Going to the Chaple with Bill and Sheila. We had some times much time between shots and had it nailed.
Bill and I went into the infirmary building ...and it totally creeped me out...mostly the top floor. Could just feel stuff...didn't want to be there. Overwhelming.
In the chapel...on the wall...there was the most mesmerizing painting of a dark skinned Jesus with azure eyes. It was serene and disturbing at the same time.
I got cast kind of by accident. Don't remember quite how...but it was by accident.
When I was 29 going on 30...I got a little sad. What happened to my dreams? What happened to all the big things I was going to do?
When I took stock...
I wanted to be an actor...and I was. I was fortunate to be cast more often than not...and worked with great inspirational people.
I wanted to get paid to be an actor...did a couple of murder mysteries and got paid. Ta Da!
I wanted to be in a movie. I think shooting at the Ohio Pen for three months counts...and I was the lead.
The dreams I had...the things I wanted to accomplish? I had done them. Perhaps not on as grand a scale as I had once dreamed of...but accomplished none the less.
And yes...occasionally I "Thank the Academy" while moving the store around.
We are nothing without hope and dreams.
Monday, January 12, 2015
I never thought...
...that anyone would ever read what I wrote on my little page in the hyperspace of the internet.
Gobsmacked today that my husband reads my blog.
He told me I was being mean about my boss...took me back.
She's feeling overwhelmed at the moment. I get that. Frustrating for me...things I can figure out how to make happen...I can't bring to completion...because I'm a peon. I'm management...but not when it accounts for anything.
I've interviewed and hired people in the past...as an assistant manager. Two great...one not so much. At the time I feel Joyce left it up to me. Background...our store manager was out on disability for six months. Joyce and I were at the store whole lot. She had Mom stuff to deal with. We did what we needed to do.
What I miss...feeling like a team with Joyce.
Gobsmacked today that my husband reads my blog.
He told me I was being mean about my boss...took me back.
She's feeling overwhelmed at the moment. I get that. Frustrating for me...things I can figure out how to make happen...I can't bring to completion...because I'm a peon. I'm management...but not when it accounts for anything.
I've interviewed and hired people in the past...as an assistant manager. Two great...one not so much. At the time I feel Joyce left it up to me. Background...our store manager was out on disability for six months. Joyce and I were at the store whole lot. She had Mom stuff to deal with. We did what we needed to do.
What I miss...feeling like a team with Joyce.
The Brothers are watching football history
...and I'm typing away in another room.
I am not a football fan. Don't understand anything about it...and if truth be known...really don't want to.
This was a big frustration to my son when he played football in high school. Before each game the child had to put up with...
Me: What position do you play?
Cory and Ed rolled their eyes at each other at my cluelessness.
Him: (A VERY HEAVY SIGH) I play....(maybe a running back? Corner back?)
Me: And what does that mean?
Him: (ANOTHER VERY HEAVY SIGH) It means that....(he was fast)
From the voices drifting from the other room...
things are going well.
I am not a football fan. Don't understand anything about it...and if truth be known...really don't want to.
This was a big frustration to my son when he played football in high school. Before each game the child had to put up with...
Me: What position do you play?
Cory and Ed rolled their eyes at each other at my cluelessness.
Him: (A VERY HEAVY SIGH) I play....(maybe a running back? Corner back?)
Me: And what does that mean?
Him: (ANOTHER VERY HEAVY SIGH) It means that....(he was fast)
From the voices drifting from the other room...
things are going well.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Tis the Season...
...for much change.
My Dad has gone off the rails...a bit...a lot. Depends on perspective.
Dad fell getting into the car...on a trip to come to visit Columbus.
Started the vortex.
He's was in and out of the hospital...in a rehab place...back home...the Senior Behavioral Unit at Good Sam...and now in a nursing home facility.
After he had his bypass surgery 4ish years ago he some issues with Sun
My Dad has gone off the rails...a bit...a lot. Depends on perspective.
Dad fell getting into the car...on a trip to come to visit Columbus.
Started the vortex.
He's was in and out of the hospital...in a rehab place...back home...the Senior Behavioral Unit at Good Sam...and now in a nursing home facility.
After he had his bypass surgery 4ish years ago he some issues with Sun
Feeling a bit of a turmoil...
...may be New Year jitters. On New Years Eve fell asleep watching "Pretty Woman" and woke up to 12:00 exactly. Feel it's a good omen.
First concern...because it's what I was with today. Joyce isn't doing her job as a store manager. I think she's feeling WAY over her head it is caught up with her. Hired a lovely person who has such potential...but she actually wasn't as shown as hired in the system...because Joyce doesn't follow up on stuff. I made a call to the help desk and could've gotten it taken care of ...but alas...I'm an assistant. I'm nothing useful.
Funny thing...asked Joyce a day later if she called to get a number for the new person...seemed easy peasy. Her response..."I didn't feel like doing it."
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????
Toni let it slip that the comment was made by Joyce "It must be nice to sit home and get paid." Yes Joyce...I chose to have surgery to make your life uncomfortable. The scar on my neck reminds me of how selfish I have been to you.
I understand the loss of her PTO and taking what she can before she loses it.
But she shown her underpants.
First concern...because it's what I was with today. Joyce isn't doing her job as a store manager. I think she's feeling WAY over her head it is caught up with her. Hired a lovely person who has such potential...but she actually wasn't as shown as hired in the system...because Joyce doesn't follow up on stuff. I made a call to the help desk and could've gotten it taken care of ...but alas...I'm an assistant. I'm nothing useful.
Funny thing...asked Joyce a day later if she called to get a number for the new person...seemed easy peasy. Her response..."I didn't feel like doing it."
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????
Toni let it slip that the comment was made by Joyce "It must be nice to sit home and get paid." Yes Joyce...I chose to have surgery to make your life uncomfortable. The scar on my neck reminds me of how selfish I have been to you.
I understand the loss of her PTO and taking what she can before she loses it.
But she shown her underpants.
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