The "What's on your mind?" Thread -2017

[Alicia88]

I really want a nap.  Friday and Saturday are my days off so earlier, I thought today was the right time to wash my bedding.  So I can't take a nap because it's in the dryer.  I need another set of bedding.

 

[Margret]

Gaslighting is. . .well, it's named after a technique in an old book, of trying to convince someone they're going crazy, by lowering the gas lights in the room, when they say "oh, is it dim in here?" The other person says "no, it's fine, are you feeling OK?" And other ways of making them feel crazy. Basically, it's when someone tells you that you're the problem, insists that whatever they're doing is fine, you're the one who has a problem. The usual stuff that abusive people do, even when they aren't being overtly abusive. It can really mess with your head.

My mom often says "I shouldn't have to tell him!". OK, maybe that's true, what do I know, but she's lived with him for 40 years and knows very well that if you don't tell him to do something, he won't do it. That's just how he is. If she can't live with it, leave. Don't just whine about it.

Personally, I don't feel comfortable guessing at what other people want. I always guess wrong. If they think that means I don't care about them, that stinks, but I there's nothing I can do about it. So if someone doesn't tell me what they want me to do, I don't. Must be genetic, from my dad

. Probably best I continue to stay out of romantic relationships, I guess.

Actually, gaslighting is from a movie named (Tada!) "Gaslight."  You can watch it here (I don't want to actually post a movie length video in this thread, so I'll just give you the link):   It may well have been from a book, first, many movies are, but the movie is what made the technique famous.

If you go to YouTube and search on "gaslighting" (without quotes, of course) you'll find a lot of videos about how to deal with it when it's done to you.

Margret

 

[Margret]

 

 
A brittle diabetic is a type 1 diabetic (insulin dependent) who can do everything exactly right -- take his blood sugar, inject exactly the right amount of insulin given his current blood sugar and what he plans to eat, eat what he had planned -- and then, occasionally, for no obvious reason and therefore not at predictable times, his pancreas will suddenly start working and produce its own insulin.  At this point he has too much insulin and goes into hypoglycemia.  Depending on the amount of excess insulin in his bloodstream it can be instantly fatal.  If he's driving when it happens it can be fatal for someone else.  It's called insulin shock, and you're the only other person I know (except Roger) who has actually witnessed it.

When I was first married Roger's best friend was a man named Joe Henry (he used both his first and middle names, apparently because it's customary in New Orleans, where he came from).  He lived just down the street from us and was an extremely good friend to us, and he was a brittle diabetic.  He was also a shade tree mechanic who kept our vehicles working when we couldn't afford to take them in to the shop.  One day he'd been working on our van and I was with him on a test drive.  We had pulled over for some reason (thank goodness) when he suddenly began talking strangely.  Every sentence made perfect sense, in and of itself, but not one of them followed logically from the previous sentence.  I asked him to wait for me and went to the closest pay phone (yes, that long ago) and called Roger, because he'd known Joe Henry longer than I had.  When I described the symptoms to Roger he immediately identified it as insulin shock (he'd seen it in Joe Henry as well) and told me to get some sugar into him.  There was a little fast food place (not even a drive through) across the street, with a line of people that extended out the front door, because it was lunch time.  I crossed the street and barged to the front of the line, explaining that it was an emergency.  I said that I had a friend in insulin shock and I needed a soft drink with lots of sugar and no ice, as quickly as possible, and tried to hand the clerk more than enough money to pay for it.  He refused to take my money, gave me a coke with no ice, and I got it back to Joe Henry as quickly as possible and told him to drink it.  He obeyed, and as soon as he began making sense again I told him what had happened and went back to the fast food place to announce that all was well (tumultuous applause) and try again to pay.  They turned my money down, again!  

Joe Henry eventually died of a heart attack, as most brittle diabetics do if they live long enough.  That kind of huge blood sugar swing is extremely hard on the heart.  I wish we'd had the money to give him a proper New Orleans jazz funeral.

I wonder whether it's time to forget subtlety and ask him outright?  Sometimes that's the only way to get subconscious decisions out into the open where it's possible to actually look at them logically.  You know him and I don't; it's a judgement call and you're the only one who can make it.

Margret

Poor Joe Henry! It does sound like my uncle though. I guess it's a good thing he was at a reunion with an eight year-old who thought candy solved everything (I did grow out of it). And kudos to the fast food people! I'd do the same darn thing if someone in my store was going into insulin shock!

I started by asking outright about the physical therapist, and he got moody and defensive, which is why I switched to a subtle approach. (Or as subtle as I can be--like I said, it's not my strong suit.) I'm hoping  that the information that he needs  to talk to and listen  to a physical therapist gets in there before the surgery.

 
How many different stories are you working on?

This is difficult to explain, so please bear with me. My head is full of story ideas, all the time, and the only way to shut them up so I can sleep is to write as much of at least three at a time down as possible. (If I can manage to actually finish  a story, it's quiet in my head for almost two weeks.) Like I mentioned earlier, if I go for too long without writing, I get physically ill. So--somewhere between three or ten, depending. At this moment  I'm working on four; Magic School and Egg, Seven Wonders, Dancers, and Wizard Wars.

Joe Henry was a wonderful person.  I may be a type 2 diabetic, but the things I learned from him about controlling my diabetes are much more useful than most of the stuff I find about it online, or from doctors.

He had always been taught that it's disrespectful to swear in front of a woman, but he was constitutionally incapable of working on a car without swearing at the intransigence of inanimate objects.  So if I was around while he worked on our van, he would keep his lips tightly shut, while continuing to swear.  You could hear that it was swearing, but not which words he was specifically using.  I tried to explain to him that it didn't bother me, but he wasn't having any of it -- I was a woman, it would be wrong to swear in front of me. 

  He was a good friend.  I miss him.

That need to write is the sign of a genuine writer.  I once read an essay by Isaac Asimov, who wrote books about almost everything, where he talked about being on a cruise ship, and writing a story, but something felt wrong about it, and at first he couldn't figure out what.  It finally dawned on him that it was the lack of typewriter sounds, he was using pen and paper.

Margret

 

[tallyollyopia]

 
Joe Henry was a wonderful person.  I may be a type 2 diabetic, but the things I learned from him about controlling my diabetes are much more useful than most of the stuff I find about it online, or from doctors.

He had always been taught that it's disrespectful to swear in front of a woman, but he was constitutionally incapable of working on a car without swearing at the intransigence of inanimate objects.  So if I was around while he worked on our van, he would keep his lips tightly shut, while continuing to swear.  You could hear that it was swearing, but not which words he was specifically using.  I tried to explain to him that it didn't bother me, but he wasn't having any of it -- I was a woman, it would be wrong to swear in front of me. 

  He was a good friend.  I miss him.

That need to write is the sign of a genuine writer.  I once read an essay by Isaac Asimov, who wrote books about almost everything, where he talked about being on a cruise ship, and writing a story, but something felt wrong about it, and at first he couldn't figure out what.  It finally dawned on him that it was the lack of typewriter sounds, he was using pen and paper.

Margret

I think it's sweet that he tried really hard to keep you from hearing intemperate language.

It's nice to know I'm not the only who has to write like this, and I totally get it. I can write as well as type, but unless I'm writing on one and half ruled college lined paper it doesn't "feel" right--it's hard to explain the feeling. I guess it could be like seeing a bowl full of apples only to realize the bowl is shaped and painted like an orange. It's just not quite right, but there's nothing wrong with the product.

 

[Margret]

 
He won't go to therapy. I know I have things that I do that ticks him off but see that's where I am stuck-why should I change myself to keep him? If I turn into this "perfect" woman he still won't be happy. The latest is the snipping about my body. That has been the last straw,. I looked at him and said I would never dream of being rude to him. He didn't say anything after that. I told him that was hurtful and I would always support him in health and sickness...so now I know it's one sided. If I am not perfect maybe he will figure it out and finally say I have had enough.

I understand I should speak up but I SHOULDNT HAVE TO! He knows it costs money to run a house. He should offer to cover the expenses. He doesn't care that I work long hours. And when I go to the store for clothes he says don't you already have enough? I said I can't fit into what I have and of course I get the well if you stopped eating junk you would be able to. Hence he eats more junk than I ever could. Honestly I am just slowly steaming. I don't even want to work it out. I am at the point where resentment has boiled up for MONTHS.. I tried to do things for him or get him things at the store or just be kind and I don't get much in return. I shouldn't have to tell him what I want. He should be able to do it on his own.

When a man doesn't buy flowers or some nice little thing just because=you know it's over. I never was for cards or dodads but heck bringing me home something small just to say hey I thought about you. I don't care about money but sometimes I would like to have him do something for me. He says he does the snow removal and I should be fine with that...lol.

I have to look up the gaslighting. I remember someone else talking about that here on another thread. Honestly I wasn't the one who asked him out-he kept saying it was going to be fine-but I know there are things I did that started the divide and nothing I can do now to fix it. One thing is when someone has kids with another woman I don't really want to get involved with his relationship with them-he gets upset because I won't go with him to see them=he only goes 2 times a year=I said I don't want to intrude on his time with his kids=they don't need their dad's girlfriend getting in the way of his relationship=at least to me it makes sense-I do ask him to call his kids more than 2 times a year and go see them. I just really don't feel comfortable with them. They are great kids and I just don't feel like it will work out..I don't know..just my anxiety goes sky high. They don't do anything to make me uncomfortable=it's all me.

The age difference bothers me. I knew it would be an issue. Back when we both worked together it wasn't as big of an issue but as I was able to find things I wanted to do he didn't want to go with me so I slowly felt like I was stuffed in a box and only played with on their terms. I have said  this and he says no that's not true. He says you are the one who pushes people away. So yes I know what I did wrong. Either way at least I finally brought it up after simmering for so long.

looking back I never offered to help pay bills in the prior relationships but they always made more money than me-but now the shoe is on the other foot and maybe I grew up a bit and of course the cost of living is getting ridiculous for all.  It will work itself out eventually. Some day.

On the morning of my wedding, after everything had been paid for, we were all ready to go, my mother, the wisest woman I have ever known, took me aside and said, "You know, if you have any doubts at all it still isn't too late to call it off."  It wasn't that she thought there was something wrong with our relationship, or that Roger would make a bad husband, or that I actually had any doubts; it was just that she didn't want there to be any pressure, besides our own desires, and she was right.

When I was in high school, our school counselor called me in for counseling (I was a senior; all of us were getting counseling), and one of the things he said to me was, "You know, if you ever want to get married you're going to have to play down your math ability."  I was astonished!  A teacher advising me to cheat by throwing tests?!  (And, yes, that's exactly what he meant.)  I thought about it for, oh, maybe all of two seconds, and then I said "I think that's incredibly inappropriate advice.  What makes you think that I want to marry someone who wouldn't like me if he knew who I actually was?"  He had the grace to look embarrassed and immediately backed down on that advice.  And later, when I was taking calculus in college, I met a man who was a member of my church and knew about calculus.  I would go over to his house to study, and he would help me whenever I was having problems understanding something.  That's Roger, and we've been married for over 40 years.

Absolutely, you should not change who you are for anyone!  If there are changes that you want to make go right ahead -- that's called growth and it's a healthy thing, and everyone here will stand behind you and offer suggestions of ways to make it easier.

When it's time to marry, you should be very clear that this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.  And you should be aware that we're never in total agreement with other people, simply because they are "other."  You don't want to marry yourself, not if you're mentally healthy.  But one result of this is that marriage involves communication and compromise.  You need to be certain that you're able to communicate with your intended, and he with you, and that the compromises you make are ones that you're willing to make, and are mutual.

  End of rant.  I feel strongly that marriage is something that shouldn't be entered into lightly, that it should be strong, and stable, and supportive of both partners, and their children.  Family is one of the most important things we have; we should establish strong ones.

Margret

 

[Margret]

 

 
Joe Henry was a wonderful person.  I may be a type 2 diabetic, but the things I learned from him about controlling my diabetes are much more useful than most of the stuff I find about it online, or from doctors.

He had always been taught that it's disrespectful to swear in front of a woman, but he was constitutionally incapable of working on a car without swearing at the intransigence of inanimate objects.  So if I was around while he worked on our van, he would keep his lips tightly shut, while continuing to swear.  You could hear that it was swearing, but not which words he was specifically using.  I tried to explain to him that it didn't bother me, but he wasn't having any of it -- I was a woman, it would be wrong to swear in front of me. 

  He was a good friend.  I miss him.

That need to write is the sign of a genuine writer.  I once read an essay by Isaac Asimov, who wrote books about almost everything, where he talked about being on a cruise ship, and writing a story, but something felt wrong about it, and at first he couldn't figure out what.  It finally dawned on him that it was the lack of typewriter sounds, he was using pen and paper.

Margret

I think it's sweet that he tried really hard to keep you from hearing intemperate language.

It's nice to know I'm not the only who has to write like this, and I totally get it. I can write as well as type, but unless I'm writing on one and half ruled college lined paper it doesn't "feel" right--it's hard to explain the feeling. I guess it could be like seeing a bowl full of apples only to realize the bowl is shaped and painted like an orange. It's just not quite right, but there's nothing wrong with the product.

Yes, he was a very sweet man (ironic, considering the diabetes).  He also was apparently totally deaf to the fact that I also swear. 

When Isaac Asimov was dying, his wife and friends bought state of the art (for the time) voice recognition software so that he could continue to write by dictation, after he was no longer able to sit up and use a keyboard.  It was so much a part of him that he simply couldn't stop.  It wasn't a profession for him (though he certainly was a professional), it was who he was.  I enjoy writing, but I don't have the imagination you have, the stories that just have to get out.  All of my stories are memories.  Being in my 60s I have a lot of them, but they're really not original.  I'm more of a reader than a writer, though, of course, to be a good writer you also have to be a reader.

Margret

 

[Alicia88]

A friend of mine posted a ridiculously simple recipe for peach cobbler on Facebook so I tried it.

My mouth is in heaven.

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• Alicia88
• Jan 6, 2017

 

[Mamanyt1953]

Just popping for a moment.  Watching the weather.  The models are still bouncing around, but it currently looks like we will get about two inches of snow, OR freezing rain, OR sleet, or a mix of the three, combined with an ice accumulation of up to 1/4 inch.  That means we may actually lose power for a few hours.  If we do, I won't be here tomorrow, but I'll be fine.  I have peanut butter, tuna, and plenty of bread, and it would only be a very few hours.  Enough heavy quilts and blankets to stay thawed for that long.  Since I don't have my "Secret Cat Shelter" yet, I just crept out and stood in the parking lot long enough to get the wind direction, then opened the side door of the dumpster on the lee side enough that any cats needing out of the wind can get in.  It breaks my heart that that is the best I can do.  

I'm outta here...I have Paranormal Lockdown recorded, and Stephen Cobert recording as I type.  Veg out, then to bed and up early to watch the (CROSS YOUR FINGERS) snow fall!

 

[tallyollyopia]

That looks delicious!

Well, I feel bad. The woman I ranted about earlier with the bull story about why she needed to go to the other side of town actually gave me back my two dollars last night. (I still think the story was bull, though.)

Why, Tally, weren't you supposed to have a night off last night?

Why, yes. Yes I was. See, a couple weeks ago the other third primary coworker left a note to the effect that he was good to work third again--and then didn't show. Didn't call, didn't anything--so I had to go in. Well, I could  have insisted on my day off (the schedule was made two weeks in advance, after all), but I was merely planning to lounge around in my PJs watching Talking Kitty Cat reruns all night. (It's a YouTube show.) Anyway, I didn't need to do that, but if I hadn't gone in the AM (assistant manager) would have had to, and she needs  to be at home--her son is sick, and she had to be in early in the morning until mid-afternoon today. So, I go in tonight as well. (When I left work this morning AM and MM--Main Manager--were on the phone together desperately re-working this week's schedule so I can have at least two  days off. (And I might not get my requested time.) 

 Can you tell that Friday is to our store what Monday is for the rest of the world. Can you tell? Because I sure can.

Oh, and I found out (four minutes before I went to work) that the surgery has been moved up to this upcoming week.

 

[blueyedgirl5946]

Just sitting here drinking this great coffee hubby got up and made. It is wet and cold here. We are on the coast and wondering if we are going to get ice or snow.

 

[artiemom]

 
Just popping for a moment.  Watching the weather.  The models are still bouncing around, but it currently looks like we will get about two inches of snow, OR freezing rain, OR sleet, or a mix of the three, combined with an ice accumulation of up to 1/4 inch.  That means we may actually lose power for a few hours.  If we do, I won't be here tomorrow, but I'll be fine.  I have peanut butter, tuna, and plenty of bread, and it would only be a very few hours.  Enough heavy quilts and blankets to stay thawed for that long.  Since I don't have my "Secret Cat Shelter" yet, I just crept out and stood in the parking lot long enough to get the wind direction, then opened the side door of the dumpster on the lee side enough that any cats needing out of the wind can get in.  It breaks my heart that that is the best I can do.  

I'm outta here...I have Paranormal Lockdown recorded, and Stephen Cobert recording as I type.  Veg out, then to bed and up early to watch the (CROSS YOUR FINGERS) snow fall!

You should come up north! We are expected to get a big snow storm.. 8-14 inches!!! starting this afternoon all night, and possibly very early tomorrow morning.. 

If I can get out, I will send you a few pictures.. snow is not my favorite.. but I would rather have that than ice. 

I just did a dumpster drop in anticipation of the snow. 

planning on just taking it a bit easy today. I divided out the chicken soup, and froze the containers. I have some for tonight or tomorrow, and some extra chicken which I can make a salad out of.. 

Monday has to be a shopping day.. groceries at Trader Joes.. I love their yogurt..and something for supper. just a few things..

will probably be on here off and on all day... hopefully the power stays on.. they say the winds will be bad with the storm. The ocean is only 2 blocks away, so we get the ocean effect stuff...

 

[NewYork1303]

It is very cold here and has been all week. Carrot and Ruby like laying on the vents together to soak up the most heat possible. 

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• NewYork1303
• Jan 7, 2017

 

[Mamanyt1953]

Well, so far, it is just freezing rain.  I will say that the tops of the pinetrees are gorgeous, sheathed in ice as they are.  It's just FRIGID out there with the wind (we live 18 miles from the coast, so their 30 mph is down to about 15 mph here, but it's breezy.  I'm seeing some lower clouds moving in, so we MIGHT get a half an inch before it clears out this evening, but I'm a bit forlorn about it all.  If  I had the money, I'd move back to Alaska in a heartbeat!

 

[handsome kitty]

Wow! There is so much going on.

@foxxycat Sorry to hear you are so miserable.  Not too surprised though.  After your vacation where you wanted to do different things and he didn't.  There needs to be compromise in any relationship or both of you will be unhappy.  that said, you are the one making an effort and he isn't.  You are eating meals he likes and are bad for your diet because he refuses to eat a variety of food. BTW this also raises the food bill. 

I've been married for 27 years and DH and I go through phases where I would focus on the kids and their activities because I felt they were important and would encourage him to go skiing or boating with friends.  Of course when they were younger and he wanted to do stuff and leave me home (a stay at home mom needs to get out!) when no sitter could be found, I hid his skis, called him at work and told him I broke them to pieces and he wasn't going anywhere! LOL  My diet has gone through changes  over the years and he has been supportive and eating foods I was eating.  I send him to Utah every spring to ski with his Dad because he needs to spend time with his folks and doesn't want to be a husband or father, just the son, brother and uncle.  So I give him his time alone with them.  He has never voiced this and I'm pretty sure he doesn't realize he was excluding and ignoring me, but I understood that this is something he needs and it doesn't bother me to send him as much as going with him did.

@Tallyollyopia   You are an awesome writer!  I hope you try to get published.  It isn't just your imagination that makes your stories so good, it's the way you put words together and describe things without being repetitive.   I love Issac Asimov's stories too.

@Mamanyt1953   could you put rag in the trash bin so the cat isn't sitting on the cold metal or is there enough trash to cover the bottom?

@Alicia88   isn't this the job he just got?  Good thing you didn't quit your job.

On the Amazon front, my full time hours will be done around the 14th of January, then I will just be part time.  They are pretty sure they will convert most of the seasonal employees to real 'Amazon' employees mid to late January.  I will get to pick one shift I hope, just need to decide which one.  The 9:30 - 1:30 shift seems the best time wise but the people are like zombies and the managers and assistants are surly.  I like the 3 -7 shift, the people are happy, the managers smile and are nice but I would never see Murder She Wrote or walk Eclipse in the afternoon.  The 8:30 - 12:30 shift just ends too late or early for me. So I just have to survive the 'thinning of the herd' currently underway.  They are firing people on the spot if they are not where they are scheduled to be on the roster.  Also firing people for safety violations like leaning on the conveyor belts and sitting down when work is slow.

 

[angels mommy]

So far, just a drizzly, day here. I did see some small flurries flying around out there. Weather said we may get maybe an inch of snow, & that's IF it sticks. Looks like just rain, then feezing is what we will have here. I'm in Wilmington, on the NC coast. We don't get snow often. Temp will be dropping all day.
Sammy wouldn't go in her litter box this morning. ( Only when she HAS to by being kept in) so I finally let her out, (while it was at least still in the 30's) & as I expected, she sat on the porch for a few seconds, then came right back in. I stayed right by the door, because I knew she would. After about 4-5 xs of that, she finally went down to go potty, & only stayed out 20 mins. She is in for the day now.
My weather channel app says it's 30 right now, so I'm sure it feels colder!
This is what was on the weather last night.
It's a crazy range from now to a few days later next week!

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• angels mommy
• Jan 7, 2017

Wow, just checked it,& says it's now 29, but feels like 16!!! [emoji]128561[/emoji]

 

[Mamanyt1953]

 
@Mamanyt1953   could you put rag in the trash bin so the cat isn't sitting on the cold metal or is there enough trash to cover the bottom?

It is one of those huge, industrial things, but I did see several bags at the bottom.  They aren't on bare metal.  And I saw a little head poke up earlier today, so SOMEONE is using it!  

Thank goodness, our complex backs up to thick woods, and is bordered on one side by a neighborhood full of crawl spaces, decks, STUFF in backyards, etc.  Lots of small, sheltered areas for a kitteh to hunker down.  WE aren't even allowed to store Rubbermaid totes on our back porches.  If we were, I'd get one, and a styrofoam cooler, and build an insulated feral hut.

 

[angels mommy]

Sammy keeping a watch on the weather.

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• angels mommy
• Jan 7, 2017

I guess she finally got chilly enough laying there, & got up in her chair. I put her blankey there to cover her up earlier, but of course she didn't stay under it.

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• angels mommy
• Jan 7, 2017

Reading you guys talk about making soup a few post back, I thought about that. I have about 1/2 of a rotisary chicken left in the fridge, & a bag of baby carrots, & an onion.
BUT, my low back decided to go into spasm this morning, when all I was doing was lowering to sit on the couch!
So frustrating! So put arnica gel on, & did a cold pk, wore my lumbar support, that really helps, & now on the heating pad!
Not how I wanted this wknd to go![emoji]128539[/emoji]

 

[tallyollyopia]

I guess she finally got chilly enough laying there, & got up in her chair. I put her blankey there to cover her up earlier, but of course she didn't stay under it.

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• angels mommy
• Jan 7, 2017

Reading you guys talk about making soup a few post back, I thought about that. I have about 1/2 of a rotisary chicken left in the fridge, & a bag of baby carrots, & an onion.
BUT, my low back decided to go into spasm this morning, when all I was doing was lowering to sit on the couch!
So frustrating! So put arnica gel on, & did a cold pk, wore my lumbar support, that really helps, & now on the heating pad!
Not how I wanted this wknd to go![emoji]128539[/emoji]

The best laid plans of mice and men....and cats, of course. (If you're really serious about making soup, the next time you have a rotissary chicken you need to save some of the big bones, like leg bones. Cut the bones in half before putting them in the water, and you'll get a nice, flavorful broth that you can use for the rest of the soup. Just remember to pull the bones out again! 

)

 

[Margret]

That looks delicious!

Yum!  I'll let you know if I can adjust it to be usable by diabetics.

Well, I feel bad. The woman I ranted about earlier with the bull story about why she needed to go to the other side of town actually gave me back my two dollars last night. (I still think the story was bull, though.)

Don't feel too bad.  She still tried to walk out with a drink she hadn't paid for.

Why, Tally, weren't you supposed to have a night off last night?

Why, yes. Yes I was. See, a couple weeks ago the other third primary coworker left a note to the effect that he was good to work third again--and then didn't show. Didn't call, didn't anything--so I had to go in. Well, I could  have insisted on my day off (the schedule was made two weeks in advance, after all), but I was merely planning to lounge around in my PJs watching Talking Kitty Cat reruns all night. (It's a YouTube show.) Anyway, I didn't need to do that, but if I hadn't gone in the AM (assistant manager) would have had to, and she needs  to be at home--her son is sick, and she had to be in early in the morning until mid-afternoon today. So, I go in tonight as well. (When I left work this morning AM and MM--Main Manager--were on the phone together desperately re-working this week's schedule so I can have at least two  days off. (And I might not get my requested time.) 

 Can you tell that Friday is to our store what Monday is for the rest of the world. Can you tell? Because I sure can.

Sympathy. 

Oh, and I found out (four minutes before I went to work) that the surgery has been moved up to this upcoming week.

The back surgery?  That was awfully sudden.  What happened?

Margret

 

[Alicia88]

Yep, it was the job he just got.  We're praying they'll call him to go back when they get the new side of the factory up and running.  They were on a big hiring spree in expectation of it and it would be fully operational now if not for the whole murder thing.  I mean, common sense would say that they would call back the people they laid off instead of spending even more money training brand new people, right?