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reymonkeyThings learned in the past two weeks:
There is a lot more fog than you'd expect, in Richmond of an early morning.
No matter how alert I can be at 4:30 in the morning, my stomach does not wake up that early.
Eating when my stomach is not awake is a bad idea.
Maps can be deceptive, no matter how good you are at reading them.
Finding someplace you've never been before in an unfamiliar area is much harder in the dark/fog/hours so early you can't stop and ask for directions because nothing is open yet.
Even the most laid-back of drivers can be induced to a continuous level of mild panic under the right(wrong?) conditions.
Bending over and kneeling and getting up and down all day is hard on the back and knees no matter your age.
There is such a thing as a job that is worse than being unemployed.
I came home Thursday night, after getting lost both ways, being late because of it, and basically had a minor meltdown. At which point I found out that without telling me, everyone around me has been saying I should just get the hell out of the job. My coworkers seemed to mostly be angry annoyed people who complained about the job. I realized that everyone of all ages complained about the physical toll. My superiors seemed to be deeply unhappy people. I was spending almost as much in gas and tolls as I was making.
I angsted over the decision, all the same. I feel like it's a slap in the face to the people offering financial support to quit a job, but that last part about the financial balance is kind of a breaker. I quit, as nicely as I could, on Friday, and returned the laundered shirts and namebadge and all this morning. I returned them to the woman who creates the schedule, and when I told her my reasons for leaving she said I couldn't have been on Southside all that much, and I must have been scheduled for Colonial Heights on accident. I should have asked her if scheduling me for hospitals and asking me to my face drive three hours away alone for two days in my first week was also an 'accident'. I wasn't mad until that point.
I am, again, jobless, but looking hard.
Because we are not under enough financial and emotional stress, we have just discovered that Spider has worms. We had made a vet appointment because she acts healthy but is ridiculously skinny (and snotty), but I hadn't seen a single sign of worms until this morning. And I'd been looking, in case. She doesn't even go outside except once in a while for ten seconds to eat grass beside the front walk, with one of us standing over her. We're taking both cats in to make sure Squeaks didn't somehow give it to her, although calling Squeakers skinny would be... well she's not truly overweight, but she's built like a tank.
The good part is Spider is acting fine apart from trying to kill Bridgie for strawberries and going up on the counter after the crockpot. Actually I guess that last part is healthy, if aggravating. She plays with string, tries to get outside, rolls around and meeps and is generally herself. And she's always snotty, so...
Yeah.
Agh.
Life? Please, please, please give us a break sometime soon? Please? We've filled our quota of misery already, okay?
There is a lot more fog than you'd expect, in Richmond of an early morning.
No matter how alert I can be at 4:30 in the morning, my stomach does not wake up that early.
Eating when my stomach is not awake is a bad idea.
Maps can be deceptive, no matter how good you are at reading them.
Finding someplace you've never been before in an unfamiliar area is much harder in the dark/fog/hours so early you can't stop and ask for directions because nothing is open yet.
Even the most laid-back of drivers can be induced to a continuous level of mild panic under the right(wrong?) conditions.
Bending over and kneeling and getting up and down all day is hard on the back and knees no matter your age.
There is such a thing as a job that is worse than being unemployed.
I came home Thursday night, after getting lost both ways, being late because of it, and basically had a minor meltdown. At which point I found out that without telling me, everyone around me has been saying I should just get the hell out of the job. My coworkers seemed to mostly be angry annoyed people who complained about the job. I realized that everyone of all ages complained about the physical toll. My superiors seemed to be deeply unhappy people. I was spending almost as much in gas and tolls as I was making.
I angsted over the decision, all the same. I feel like it's a slap in the face to the people offering financial support to quit a job, but that last part about the financial balance is kind of a breaker. I quit, as nicely as I could, on Friday, and returned the laundered shirts and namebadge and all this morning. I returned them to the woman who creates the schedule, and when I told her my reasons for leaving she said I couldn't have been on Southside all that much, and I must have been scheduled for Colonial Heights on accident. I should have asked her if scheduling me for hospitals and asking me to my face drive three hours away alone for two days in my first week was also an 'accident'. I wasn't mad until that point.
I am, again, jobless, but looking hard.
Because we are not under enough financial and emotional stress, we have just discovered that Spider has worms. We had made a vet appointment because she acts healthy but is ridiculously skinny (and snotty), but I hadn't seen a single sign of worms until this morning. And I'd been looking, in case. She doesn't even go outside except once in a while for ten seconds to eat grass beside the front walk, with one of us standing over her. We're taking both cats in to make sure Squeaks didn't somehow give it to her, although calling Squeakers skinny would be... well she's not truly overweight, but she's built like a tank.
The good part is Spider is acting fine apart from trying to kill Bridgie for strawberries and going up on the counter after the crockpot. Actually I guess that last part is healthy, if aggravating. She plays with string, tries to get outside, rolls around and meeps and is generally herself. And she's always snotty, so...
Yeah.
Agh.
Life? Please, please, please give us a break sometime soon? Please? We've filled our quota of misery already, okay?
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