How'd I end up here?

[chelle]

My college age daughter came home for the weekend... or at least it was supposed to be for a weekend. I ended up taking her back a day early as she got called for a job interview. I hope she gets it and I hope it is more hours then the job she has now.

She was wanting to take voice lessons again next semester, even though she no longer intends to get a music major. I wanted her to focus on the classes she needs. That was settled easily enough when I told her how much it cost per credit hour.

I'm ashamed to admit we got into an argument this morning and I sunk to a new all time low. I cannot even use pms as an excuse even though I was in a lot of pain. PMS is never an excuse to do or say as I did this morning.

She was packing up more of her stuff to move to her apartment. I asked her where she was going to put her stuff. She asked me what I meant. I thought it was obvious. Things just kind of escalated. It ended when I told her that sometimes she could be so dense...just like her father. She told me to never call her dense and then stormed out. I never did apologize. I should. Instead we just acted like it never happened.

I swore I wasn't going to get angry with her this weekend. We don't have near enough time together. She has enough of me to get angry and hurt easily and enough of her father's traits to really piss me off. And that is not fair to her. It is not her fault.

I am a bad mother. :tsk:

 

[chelle]

Gerneral gripes

...in no particular order:

I don't want to go to work tonight. I am bloated and cramping and irritable.

Tango keeps lying under my chair and his flea collar stinks.

I have gone off my diet and can't seem to get back under control. I feel fat and ugly.

I have a mosquito bite on my finger that is itching and driving me crazy.

I hate not having a window I can open to catch the evening air.

I hate being poor.

I hate being 8,000 miles away from the man I love.

I miss his hugs.

I miss his kiss.

I miss his touch.

I miss snuggling up against him on the couch while he watches the news or reads.

 

[chelle]

A more specific gripe...

...on a subject I have touched on before.

I get to work last night and check the schedule. My hours have been cut further. I went from 39 one week to 34 the next. Then it was 33, and then 32. This week 31. I am tired of it. I am tired of the lies and the false promises. I am tired of being screwed over. Maybe if I start complaining all the time and threatening to quit then my one coworker's interests will no longer be put ahead of mine. Or maybe it is not really him. Maybe my boss was lying to me to keep me from being angry with him. Maybe D didn't really complain because I still have more hours then him. I know I won't be asking him, because he could just lie to me also. When I asked if I could have a set schedule, my boss said that he would do what he could, but if someone complains again then he won't be able to do it. I am tired of this shit. Only one thing kept me from walking out of work last night. My responsibilities. I can't afford to be selfish. First I will find another job, then when I quit and they do that exit interview I will tell them a thing or two. Tell me what you must but make it honest. I would rather know and deal with it then to be lied to and wonder.

And now to wallow just a little bit in negativity. It will help me get over it if I get it out. So those who don't want to read it you should stop now. Things will never get better. Life will continue to go downhill. The wedding won't happen, the move won't happen. I will be stuck here in this godawful town for the rest of my life. Working shit jobs for shit pay.

And now to send an email and then to go and quietly cry myself to sleep. Thanks for listening.

 

[chelle]

better now

Negativity all gone. Though I am still missing Tardis something fierce. Like Minou, I will be fine, in a good mood, laughing with my family and then it hits me. Sometimes it is a comment made by someone that I think he would find funny. Other times it is a sight that I wish I could share with him.

The uncles were over for dinner tonight. The two single ones that is. Well actually Uncle D is seeing someone. Uncle E, well his wife passed away just over a year ago. He is ready to start dating again. I wish him luck. Anyway, they got to discussing the race from yesterday. NASCAR. One uncle is a big Earnheart Jr fan, the other Jeff Gordon. I guess Jeff got hit yesterday by some dude named Harvick and they were debating whether it was done on purpose or if Gordon was to blame for not getting out of the "groove". It is fun sometimes sitting around listening to them argue.

They also like to argue over which one of them is my favorite. Uncle D is 18 years older then me, Uncle E is 14 years older. I don't have a favorite, but it is fun to play them off each other. Unfortunately, they cannot be bought. Though maybe they can... I'll have to work on that one.

Tardis wants me to start disliking him. :bleagh: My fault I am afraid. I told him I was psychic. Then he wanted to know the winning numbers for lotto... I got around that one by spouting some nonsense about not being able to use my powers to profit myself or my loved ones. So then he suggested I start disliking him long enough to give him the numbers. Guess I am going to have to come clean, and admit that I am really not psychic. :mope:

And in case it hasn't become obvious... pms is over again for this month. Thank God it doesn't last long. Though I think it should be DMS in my case... D for during instead of P for pre...

Life may not be the greatest most of the time. But no one ever said it would be. No one promised me a bed of roses. I have my family, I have love, I have a job (such as it is)... I should be counting my blessings. And I will. Now if I get to griping again, feel free to remind me of this entry.

One more thing... or maybe there will be more after this... I seem to be just jumping around from this to that as it comes to mind. I hate arguing, I hate confrontations, dissension in the ranks and such. Would be nice if everyone can just get along. Or at least pretend to.

I miss old lady

Thanks Deb for saying I was a hottie. I would post a pic to prove you wrong, but I can't figure out how to do it.

Minou glad you made it safe and sound.

Bambooki... if you are reading this.. I enjoy your journal. Keep writing

Thorn... gonna give Douglas Adams a try...my Tardis has some of his books. I will check them out when I go back home to him

And Tardis.. sweetheart, love of my life... I miss you darling and I am already counting down the weeks until we can be married. Cause we will be married and I will grow old(er) with you. I know this in my heart.

 

[chelle]

Tuesday morning...

...And the start of my days off this week. Or nights off actually. I get a total of 3 days off, but actually in a way it is like 5. Cause I have today and tomorrow and then all of Thursday before I go back in to work. Then I have Friday and Saturday since I am off work on Friday night. All I have to do is not sleep today or Friday. Or maybe just a little nap, depending on what I have planned to do.

Today is mowing day. Though that only takes me an hour. I may get cleaned up and go job hunting. I am at least going to make a couple of phone calls. Manpower has an ad in the paper for various jobs, a couple of which I am qualified for. One being a warehouse picker. As a side note...this is one of the places my ex says has no work for him... hmm according to the ad in the paper they do. But enough about him. I am going to try to pretend like he no longer exists. Back to the ad... the jobs may be temporary or they may be permanent.. that is why I am calling. If permanent I am going to ask for an appointment to turn in my resume. Which I will have to type up right quick. The one I have is outdated. The other job is as a van driver. There is the possibility that the work is not steady... I will find out.

One thought that keeps entering my mind is that if I get a different job, what are the odds of me having time off in April to get married? I think it won't be too difficult...I am not leaving the country this time. But if I have to wait a total of a year for time off then so be it and we get married next fall. Sometimes you do what you have to do instead of doing what you want to do. But I do hate the thought of the extra time apart.

I envy Minou and Burns being able to get together every few months. But Tardis and I adjust. Sometimes I think he holds up better then me. No, I know he holds up better then me. Yes I believe he misses me... but I believe he doesn't have quite as difficult a time dealing with it as I do. Though with him drinking like he has the past couple of days I have to wonder. :tsk:

My daughter left for school just a few minutes ago, today is the first day of her senior year. I remember when I was a kid, we didn't start until after Labor Day. But now they start earlier. We also went well into June and they get out in May so it works out. There is talk of her school going to a year round program. I approve of it. I don't think kids need to have the whole summer off. They get bored and into mischief. I know I did.

And I do think that about says it all for me this morning. I keep trying to come up with funny stories from the past or memories that I want to post. Thing is, I think of them when I am away from the computer and when I sit down to do my journal I can't remember what it was I wanted to say. :bleagh:

 

[chelle]

This afternoon, when I picked my daughter up after school to take her to the dentist, she informed me that it was class ring ordering time and that she needed a 50 dollar deposit by the 21st of this month. I had to tell her that I didn't have the money. I had to disappoint her. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't me disappointing her. We would have had the money if her father was paying his support. And then... her father called. He has sold the car I gave him. Yes, you heard me right. I gave it to him. The tranny was out. I couldn't afford to fix it, I was going to New Zealand for at least 3 months. I didn't want it or need it. He got 125 for it. It was a '93 Dodge Spirit... I loved that car. Anyway, it was Daddy to the rescue. We now have the 50 dollars that she needs. So she said to him, "Thank you Daddy" and I had to do it. I told her that I hated to sound bitchy, but that she was thanking the wrong person. We would have gotten the money anyway, and it was us she should be thanking because we gave it to her instead of using it for groceries or gas or other expenses. Am I wrong in thinking that way? I don't think so.

 

[chelle]

Ritalin for cats?

My Beatrice... I love her dearly but she is about to drive me up the wall. I swear the kitten has ADHD. She will go tearing through the house, bouncing off the walls and the furniture. Skidding to a stop on the area rugs. Last night I put fresh litter in her box. She came racing into my room, flew into the box, and started pouncing around, scattering litter everywhere. So I got up and swept it up, but I didn't yell at her.. all I need is a cat that thinks getting into the litter box is a no-no. I crawled back into bed and she continued to race around the house and then she jumped into bed with me. I was lying still, not twitching my foot or anything and she attacked me!!! I will never ever ever give her catnip... she doesn't need it.. but I do wonder if there are tranquilizers for cats......

 

[chelle]

and he does it to me again....

Almost 5 am and someone was pounding on the door. It was the town cop. He was looking for me. He wanted to know if I knew why my car was parked on a country road. I looked blankly at him for about a second, and then realized he was talking about the Spirit. I told him that I had signed it over to my ex last year and that he had sold it to someone today. The car is illegal. The car is still in my name. The ex never transferred the title like he said he did. How could he sell a car without the title being in his name? Right now I am so angry and upset I am shaking. Son of a fucking bitch. I don't need this shit now. Not this on top of every thing else. I asked the town cop if this would ricochet back on me... he said "I hope not." Shit. When will it all end? :exp:

 

[chelle]

I am not a computer tech and other stuff

The other morning I took it upon myself to try to clean up my hard drive. Not just a disc scan and defrag, but I downloaded a program calle ecleaner and went into my registry. Not a wise thing to do, especially since I was not even sure what a registry is. One thing led to another and next thing I knew, my computer was messed up. Yep, I deleted something I shouldn't or installed something I shouldn't have. I ended up having to do a quick restore. Must remember that I am not a computer tech. Unfortunately, my free computer tech is my ex, and I really don't want to call on him. So no more venturing into unknown computer territory for me. I have just about gotten all my favorites back in, but I don't have the photos of Beatrice anymore. And I was fixing to find out just how to post a picture. I know it can be done. I just can't figure out how.

I came home to no email from Tardis again this morning. I hate that. Not so much because I can't deal with him not emailing me daily, but because I am a compulsive worrier. I immediately start worrying that something has happened to him. I worry that he fell off a ladder again or was injured in an accident of some other sort. I have to tell myself that he probably worked late and was too tired to mess with his email. Or maybe his computer was acting up. The worry stays there in the back of my mind though. But I don't act on it. I don't call and end up waking him up just to make sure he is okay. Instead I wait, and if I don't hear from him the next time I am expecting to, then I will call. I haven't had to yet and I hope that I never do.

My twin niece and nephew were over after school yesterday. My mother watches them until their parents get off work. My niece had math homework. I had to explain it to her and help her understand what she was to do. Mostly I think that she doesn't believe she can do it. Because after a couple of problems during which she needed complete guidance she whipped right through the rest. I refused to tell her what to do beyond the first time. Instead I asked her what she thought she was supposed to do. And she always knew. She reminds me of the way I was. The way I still am sometimes. The doubt that I am doing something right, the tendency to make things harder then what they really are. I worry and obsess and make things worse. I keep things in.. or I did. I can let them out here, and I can let them out with Tardis, although sometimes it takes some effort to start.

Reaching out is difficult for me, even when I know that I am loved. I can't begin to count the many times I wanted to reach out to Tardis when we were together but I held myself back. I was unsure when I had no reason to be. I have been working on that. I hope that I have completely overcome it by the time we are together again.

 

[chelle]

I can hear him

He's drunk again. Or maybe I should say tipsy. I wanted to get drunk today. Mind numbing drunk. Anyway, I can hear his voice in my head when I read his posts. I miss him, but he is making me smile.

 

[chelle]

I guess it is really not important which night it was. But it was a good night, or as good as a night gets now. Tardis was in a flirty mood. I like that. :inlove: I could hear his voice in my head when I was reading his words. Actually hearing his voice would have been even better, but I am learning to accept what I can get. I never ever thought that it would be possible to love him even more then I already did, but I do. The feelings keep growing and changing and maturing. Almost 43 years old and I had some maturing to do. Mostly it is in not being clingy or demanding. Not feeling hurt when he does something else with his day other then spending the time with me. I used to get sad when he would take off like he did yesterday, but not anymore. Now I urge him to leave, to get out, to enjoy the sun. I wonder if he misses having me with him sometimes, I hope he does.

Work went well last night. We were busy. Only three of us and the Saturday truck is usually fairly good sized. The evening stockboys are supposed to start working it but they didn't last night. Boss man was perturbed about that when I got there last night, but he agreed with me that they actually did us a favor. With inventory being today, any backstock would need counted before being put up. And the shelves need to stay orderly. I have to admit, the evening boys don't always do as they should. The cram and shove and fight to get things on the shelf that should have been put in backstock. Or just the opposite, they put stuff in backstock that would have fit on the shelf if they had done it properly or even just taken it out to the floor. I kid you not, there have been many a time I have found stuff in backstock that should have gone out. A couple of times I have found cases of FancyFeast cat food hidden behind the pet dishes. :bleagh: They always have to try to take shortcuts.

On the way home from work there were 5 wild turkeys in the road. And they were not in any hurry to get out of my way. I had to almost come to a complete stop. They waited to the very last minute to first go scurrying across the road and then take off in flight. First time I had ever seen them up close like that. They look more like pheasants then domestic turkeys.

I was absolutely starved when I got home from work. Not surprising since it had been over 14 hours since I last ate. I fixed myself a hamburger. It was good. Had iced tea to drink. Working nights like I do, I find that I want dinner when I get home, not breakfast. But then... my mother made homemade Belgian Waffles. Damn. I should have waited.

Bedtime soon. And then this afternoon I have an important email to write.

 

[chelle]

It's been a good day

Today started out much as the rest of my days do. I came home from work this morning, had a light breakfast and then checked my emails and got caught up on the journals. There were a couple that I felt compelled to reply to and for once I didn't ignore that urge. I normally do, I am not very articulate. I don't do very good with giving advice. But in these instances I did and I am glad. I need to start giving into these feelings more and not convince myself that what I have to say is unimportant or wouldn't be helpful. I need to stop thinking that I am just going to annoy people. But I promise not to go overboard.

That done, I visited with Uncle E for a while. We talked NASCAR. I am beginning to understand the attraction. I couldn't sleep yesterday afternoon so I watched some of the race. And then I tried to go back to bed, but I could still hear it and my mother would call out updates periodically so I kept getting back up. Finally I gave up and stayed up. Then caught a short nap before going in to work. Anyway we had a good visit.

Then I finally went to bed. Slept okay I guess, woke several times but managed to go back to sleep. When I did get up at 3:30 my mother said she could tell I wasn't sleeping well. Don't know exactly what she meant by that. Maybe I was just restless. I don't remember any bad dreams. And speaking of dreams, had a really good one yesterday evening, but the details of that won't be shared except for with the other person in the dream. And I done did that. (Don't ya just love my grammar?)

And now on to the toppers of the day. I got the settlement check from the airlines. My daughter got called for a job at the local video/pizza place, and my mother discovered my New Zealand t-shirt in the back of the closet of the room I used last year. I thought it was gone forever. Though where it would have gone I have no idea.

So all in all it has been a good day. No negative thoughts, no depression, no angry feelings toward anyone. I should call my ex and find out how his unemployment review went this morning but I don't want to ruin my day. So I will leave it for tomorrow.

 

[chelle]

colorgenics

I went to that colorgenics site that was posted in the Off-topic Forum, took the archetype test... I am a Secret. No, it is not that I don't want to tell... that is the type I am. But then I went and took the analyze your mood quiz. I find these things...interesting...I guess is the right word. But I am amazed at how accurately the results do match my mood:

Enough is enough - and you feel that you've had enough for a while. You don't need any more battles. You just would like to be able to shout 'stop' and experience a little peace and calm - even if it be only for a little while. This doesn't mean that you need to cut yourself off from the rest of the world - it just means that you are seeking some respite, some physical or emotional relaxation that could release some of the tension and possibly reduce the internal conflict.

The way things are you are under considerable stress and you feel that there is little hope of matters righting themselves. Everyone about you seems to aggravate the problem even more. You feel that at this time you need to be alone and you are right - move back and give yourself a chance to breathe.

You are not an argumentative sort of person and 'rather than fight - you'd switch' (an old cigarette ad cliche). But when you try to assert yourself - as sometimes you may try to do - you meet with so much resistance and effrontery that manifests itself so obviously that you become hurt, indignant and resentful. So in order to have peace and quiet you tend to become inhibited. You keep it all to yourself but deep down, you 'feel' and 'hurt' a lot.

For some time now your hopes and expectations have been denied and because of this you are becoming withdrawn and introverted. Continual disappointment has manifested itself in you becoming both suspicious and restrained you have become withdrawn from others and have receded more and more into yourself. You seem to have lost your innate enthusiasm and imaginative nature, for fear that you may be carried away by it only to find that you are wasting your time. You are loath to trust people, as in the past your trust has been misplaced. You seem to be keeping yourself cautiously aloof from others. At this moment in time your attitude is to trust nobody - until they can prove themselves to you.

Disappointment and the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals have led to anxiety and you are distressed by the lack of any close and understanding relationships. You feel you are not appreciated by those who matter to you. You are attempting to escape into a world on which you can relax and feel at ease.

Yep that pretty much covers it...especially the second and next to last paragraphs.

 

[chelle]

I wish

I wish he could come and get me and spirit me away from this cold and lonely place. Okay, that may be a bit melodramatic. It is definitely not cold. I miss him.

 

[chelle]

dreams vs reality

I had a most wonderful dream this morning. It is not surprising that I dreamt of him being here since we talked about the likelihood of it when we talked in the night. That is until he got a call out. I hope he was not out too late. Anyway, as things are right now it looks as if he won't be able to take the time off to come here. I think that way now so that if it does turn out he can't then I won't be disappointed. Yeah right, so who am I fooling with that one? Certainly not myself. I know that no matter how I think I will still be disappointed if his visit falls through.

Now about the dream... his first day here he went to the local grocery store... without me. And I guess he bought quite a bit of groceries. I never did see them. I am going by what I read in his journal during my dream. Anyway, we went places, we did things, saw some people. And then one night I logged on and read in his journal..."You should have seen the looks on their faces. That is the best way to get around people, just go ahead and do it behind their backs. They got what they needed and I was able to help and I am glad about that. Chelle will be having that look on her face again. She is not the only one who can leave surprises and love letters after she is gone. And I will be gone...in a day or two." Imagine my dismay... a day or two and we hadn't gotten married yet. How could this be? So I ran into the room we were sharing to find out what was going on. And that is when I woke up.

You know how when you have a dream that is good and it didn't finish you will try to go back to sleep and pick up where the dream left off? I tried that this time and it worked. Sorta. So I go in and I ask him what he meant when he said he was leaving in a day or two. "What about the wedding?", I wondered. His reply... "There will be no wedding, not after what I have found out." He wouldn't tell me what it was... And I woke up again.

I can't imagine what it would have been. I have had no secrets from him. I have told him things that I have never told another person. Because I can trust him. Because he has told me that I would have to work really hard to push him away.

So much for finishing a good dream, instead I turned it into one that made me feel sad and out of sorts and grumpy. :mope:

 

[chelle]

dream analysis

I just told my daughter about the dream and she attempted to analyze it. Her thought is that there is some aspect of my personality that he hasn't completely seen full force and I am afraid seeing it would drive him away. There is my temper. Oh its a bad one. I don't get mad easily but when I do I run the risk of losing control. It is best that I remove myself from the cause of my anger. For when I lose control it is not a pretty sight. I have even been known to take my anger out on myself. So maybe that is what it is. But I simply think it is my negative nature coming out during my sleep. My belief that good things just don't happen to me.

 

[chelle]

Why the hell not....

1. What time is it? 8:34 am cst
2.Full Legal Name: Chelle is close enough
3. Nick names: Chelle, Richie, Sweetpea (but only to one person)
5. Number of candles that appeared on your last birthday cake? I cant even remember the last time I had a cake for my birthday.
6. Date that you regularly blow them out: Sept. 23
7. Pets: 1 kitten, Beatrice
8. Height: 5’6” or close enough anyway
9. Eye color: Blue
10. Hair Color: Grey
11. Piercings: none
12. Tattoos: None.
13. How much do you love your job(s): There was a time when I would have said 99.9% of the time, but those days are over.
14. Birthplace: IL
15. Hometown(s): none
16. Current Residence: nope too small a town to be putting that out there but I wish Porirua
17. Had the drink Calypso Breeze?: Nope.
18. Been in love before?: Yes.
19. Been to Africa?: No.
20. Been toilet-papering?: Nope.
21. Been drunk?: in my younger stupid days
22. Been toilet-papered? Nope.
23. Loved somebody so much it made you cry? Yeah, quite regularly and he is worth it.
25. Croutons or Bacon Bits: Croutons
26. 2 doors or 4 (on a car): 4
27. Sprite or 7 Up? Neither
28. Coffee or Coffee Ice cream: Don’t make me choose
29. Blanket or Stuffed Animal: Stuffed animal
30. Dumper or Dumpee: Both
31. Salad Dressing: 3 Cheese Ranch
32. Color of socks: White
34. Why?: cause if you lose any you can still make a pairs
35. Place to be kissed: Porirua again
36. Movie: none
38. Foods: Pasta
39. Club: don’t do that
40. Day of the Week: Whatever day I have off work.
41. Song at the moment: “I’m Already There” by Lonestar
42. TV show: Law and Order (any of them)
43. Least favorite food: Fish
44. Favorite Word or Phrase: oops
44.5 Favorite Quote: pass
45. Restaurant: Montana Mike’s Steakhouse. Or Texas Roadhouse
46. Flower: Lilac
47. Least Favorite Subject: any science
48: Butter of Margarine: butter
49: Leno or Letterman: neither... I am either at work or asleep at that time.
50. Alcoholic Drink: Speights
51. Sport to Watch : NASCAR
52. Poet (s): Elizabeth Barrett Browning
53. Type of Ice: cube
54. Zoo Exhibit (s): I’ll have to agree with Burns... Meerkat
55. Sesame Street Character: Grover
56. Disney/Warner bros: Warner Bros
57. Fast Food Restaurant: McDonalds on the very very rare occasions I allow myself.
58. When was your last hospital visit and for what? 1986... Tubal Ligation
59. Favorite Drink? Coffee
60. What colour is your bedroom's carpet? Hardwood floor
61. What was the name of your childhood blanket?: I didn’t have one
62. How many times did you fail your Driver's License test? Zero
63. What do you think of Ouija boards?: bull hockey
64. Where do you see yourself in 10 yrs?: Happily married and living in New Zealand
65. Who is the last person that you got mail from before this one? Well, normally I would say Tardis... but since he was too busy doing this survey to email me.... no one. :mope:
66. Have you ever been convicted of a crime? No
67. Which store would you choose to max your credit card? If I had a credit card... Bookstore
68. What do you do most often when you are bored? Play Sims.. I think I have a control issue... I love messing with them.
69. What words or phrases do you overuse?: Do I have one? I'd have to ask someone else to know for sure.
70. Name the person that you are friends with that lives the farthest away from you?: Tardis and Tango
71. Most annoying thing is: dishonesty, hyporcrisy
72. Best thing(s): Falling asleep in his arms.. but since that ain’t happening... Hearing his voice last thing before I go to sleep.
73. Bedtime: Hmmm after work or nights off?
74. Who will respond to this fastest?: pass
75. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to
respond? Pass
76. What time is it now: 8:55 am cst

anyone know what happened to number 4?

 

[chelle]

I want to get drunk tonight. Too bad I can't.

 

[chelle]

It is too damn hot. Heat indices of 109 today and I had to drive into town for a job interview. No air conditioning in the car, but as long as I was in the country it was fine. Nothing like driving 60 mph with the windows down for creating a breeze. Once I got into town I about suffocated with the heat. Supposed to get a cool down for the weekend. I sure hope so. The family reunion is Sunday and I am not looking forward to having to be outside in the heat and humidity like most every other year.

The job interview went good. I am now registed with a temp service. Hopefully I will get called out for a job. This service also does the hiring for a grocery distribution warehouse. I am hoping I get called to work there permanently. Meanwhile, I'll keep my job at the grocery store and work any temp jobs they can give me. So I may be working 7 days a week for a bit.

After the reunion I am going on a new diet. It is called the South Beach Diet. It is sort of like Atkins diet only you reintroduce some carbs after 2 weeks. Giving up carbs is going to be difficult, but the worse thing will be giving up the sugar. :bleagh:

 

[chelle]

Oh my aching back

Well I got a call from the temp service this morning. I have a 3 day assignment that started today. This means working both jobs one day unless I can get approval to switch days off at the store. My job at the store is a physical one. Lots of heavy lifting, lots of walking. Up and down to face the top and bottom shelves. And yet, I found my hours at the warehouse to be more tiring. And all I did was stand in one place. First I sorted cans, threw the bad ones out, sent the good ones down the belt. After lunch I was assigned a new job. I got to open cases of product, check the bottom of the cans to make sure the product code and expiration date were legible. If they weren't I was to pull that can. If they were, then I dumped the case, and wiped down the outside of the can as they had product all over them. Hmmm fun. Very mindnumbing work. And I get to do it for 2 more days. :bleagh: Oh well, it is a paycheck.

And speaking of paychecks, the ex starts work tomorrow. I will continue working at the temp agency in case he screws up and loses this job. Also there is still catch-up to do. And I have got to get some more clothes. I have enough jeans, 3 pair. But I only have like 4 tshirts that I can wear to both my jobs. I will need to pick up more. And then there is my dentist appt next week. Seems like there is always something draining the pocketbook.

Time to go to the store to get coffee. I am glad we set the coffee pot up the night before. It would have sucked getting up at 3:30 in the morning and finding out that we were out of coffee.