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Jul. 26th, 2006 @ 10:11 am Management
Current Mood: mischievousmischievous
I wanted to break into management. I wanted to be a supervisor. Well, I got it.

Started my morning at 6 with my boss calling to let me know that I'd already slept through 5 attempted call-ins from an employee with a migrain. Got that shift filled quick and easy. Now my staffing supervisor is AWOL (10am, no call, no show, phone not accepting calls) and my boss won't like that. Gotta run the tutor to northtown, then north of the river (maybe) then 117th and Holmes and back to the office with no gas and no money and no payday till the 7th...and Sprint just let me know I'd best throw money at them or they will get cranky AND the mortgage is supposed to come out of the bank today...except I'm already about $70 short on that.

I guess life could be less stressful, but would I recognize it as life? Oh, did I mention the quick trip to Western Missouri last night? One way to get rid of non-paying renters!

I love my life, I love my life, I love my life...
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Jul. 24th, 2006 @ 12:42 pm Work is busybusybusy...
Current Location: Work
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: 5th Element Soundtrack
And right now, my work has me available 24/7. Since I am THE boss, I get all the calls whenever one of our consumers starts throwing furniture at staff or whenever staff is cranky or needs a couple days off or when the gerbil in the van gives up the ghost and somthing needs replaced...At least it stays interesting.

Cheesecrunchy is a high school graduate. She is in love with a very nice boy who would be awesome if he had A) a job B) an education C) a clue D) a more specific clue of how to treat a girlfriend. He's not obviously abusive unless you count how she is when he is around vs. how she is when he isn't around. But, 18 is 18 and no matter what I say or how I say it, all she hears is bitching.

And Cheddargoddess has racked up yet another victim in the long line of I'm-not-ready-for-a-relationship-breakup trend. She may not be ready for a relationship but she will have another one in less than 30 days...

And Lizi. At her dad's for the summer. Just went to see Dresden Dolls in concert and loved it. Can hardly wait to come home so she can sleep till noon and complain about being bored.

The new guy in the house is a trip. Everybody agrees he has "issues" and whines too much. A friend of ours is trying to help him get a job at Pizza Hut; not much but what do you expect from no GED and a crappy work history? He says he's a painter and has an excellent record of GETTING a job. Can't seem to KEEP one for love nor money. And the more I talk to him, the more I understand why.

Someday, when I grow up, I'm going to get renters in my house that are employed and who PAY rent with real money. Maybe. If I'm lucky.
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Jul. 3rd, 2006 @ 09:02 am Watch what you wish for
Current Location: Work
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
I was sitting around last week, wishing I was more busy at work. You know, just wishing I could get up to speed and start feeling more productive. Dumbass...

So on Thursday, the other QMRP quit. Just up and quit. Got my wish. Today I'm covering the 3-11 shift at our south ISL, calling Voc. Rehab. about a couple of guys who need to start ASAP, making sure the new, correct paperwork is in place at all 4 facilities, starting to work on the monthly reports, beginning the organization of all the paperwork I need to shuffle, and a couple other things I'm sure I'm forgetting. Guess I'm busy now. Oh, timesheets...

And the weekend wasn't exactly restful. Maggie, the ancient pug, died Saturday morning. Panda and I buried her that evening and said our goodbyes. It is a relief that she no longer has to be constrained by her old, worn-out body, but I still miss her. I only hope she is more at peace in her new environment.

And then there's the newest adult in the family. I'd almost forgotten how crummy it is to be newly 18 and testing the ropes. Nobody in the world can push my buttons like my oldest daughter and it gets especially hard when the discussion comes down to whether or not I think she's lied. No, I don't think she "lies", but I think sometimes she presents herself in her own mind as well as in her speech in a light that is more positive than reality would suggest. Not necessarily a trait that is hers alone; I think everybody does it to some extent - I know I do. I just know that she's upset and I'm upset and that makes it harder to talk. She is mad that she never gets to talk to me without Panda around...but I could make the same argument about her and her SO. But, it will work out. One way or another.

AND that Mercury Retrograde starts tomorrow, right...?
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Jun. 23rd, 2006 @ 08:41 am The Perfect Job
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: Oldies Rock
Ok, "perfect" may be a bit strong, but I like it. I specifically asked the Universe for a job that was a perfect fit for me and here I am.

I am now a Program Supervisor/QMRP for the Greater Kansas City Foundation for Citizens with Disabilities. We have 2 group homes and 2 ISLs for 14 adults with MR/DD issues. Also, because of my strong accounting background, I get to train in the financial office since the lady who has been doing that for the last year will be leaving July 1. I get to be a real manager and take care of staffing/supervision of around 20 employees, counsel and plan care for our 14 consumers and do AP, AR, bank reconciliation and all kinds of other stuff.

The pay is crap, but the work is awesome. My boss is very supportive and reasonable - she listens and is very kind and friendly. The guy training me has an awesome sense of humor (and plays darts @ Missy B's!). I'm actually looking forward to going to work every day...

In other news, Bridgett is just about to graduate high school just a bit late. Lizzi is enjoying her summer vacation by asserting independence from her dad more than usual. My Panda Sweetie and I are getting along great 'cept he is going to have to get over being a chouch potato ALL the time (now that I have a steady income and we can afford to go run around once in a while). The house continues to ebb and flow - some coming, some going.

Overall, I'm way more positive than I've been in a really, REALLY long time. And I like that. A lot!
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Mar. 3rd, 2006 @ 02:23 pm The wife was wrong...sorta...
Current Mood: gloomygloomy
Yup, he called and said I'm gone at 5. No reason. Just gone. I guess I really did have nothing to worry about! Just get yer ass on out the door. Ok, I'm moving. Did you know unemployment doesn't let you file a claim 10 minutes after being canned? Just found that out, too.

Anybody need a good bookkeeper? Or therapist? Or janitor...?
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Mar. 3rd, 2006 @ 11:03 am Frustration Rules!
Current Mood: gratefulgrateful
So I come to work and my supervisor takes me aside to tell me that the owner plans on letting me go today. After LAST WEEK telling me that my job is secure. THEN the owner's wife calls and tells the supervisor that I have "nothing to worry about." Huh? My problems will soon be over? He won't fight the unemployment? The world is ending? He changed his mind AGAIN? I have no clue and right now it's hard to care.

On a brighter note, the lady they hired to (sorta) replace me is really cool and is not only eminently qualified, she cooks kick-ass burritos and shares! And one of the guys in production started his day by dangling his Flogging Molly tickets under my nose...bahstahd. Instead of spending a lovely evening with Flogging Molly at the Beaumont Club *I* get to kick back in N. KC with my future mother-in-law and Panda's 2 kids. yippee. Eh, could be worse.

Any time I get to feeling sorry for myself, I take a second to remember where I was about a year ago...and I brighten up. Life is just awfully interesting some days, isn't it?
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Mar. 2nd, 2006 @ 11:28 am Head going South
Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
Current Music: Does a noisey-ass server count as music?
I hate to make mistakes. Especially when I'm doing numbers at my job, I tend to be waaay more anal than usual. Told my boss that we were in perfect balance at the end of the month. Today, when actually printing out the reports, we were in perfect balance...except for that last minute damn check I had to write and forgot to transfer to about 2 reports. Errrr. Wish *I* had found that mistake instead of her. Eh, life goes on, right?

On a lighter note, if somebody would let me in on the LJ user names for the folk I met at FNSC I would be a happy camper. Actually, any of the newer (read: last 3 years or so) Gaians that are on LJ would be nice to keep up with. It makes me feel like I have friends if only electronically.

While I know that I should live in the moment and just enjoy the beautiful weather while it is here and bask in the sunlight, right now the teasing of prettiness is just giving me a horrible case of Spring Fever. Is Spring Fever supposed to go hand-in-hand with depression and wishing for a vacation?
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Feb. 2nd, 2006 @ 03:55 pm What is that bright thing in the sky?
Current Mood: tiredtired
Oh yeah, sun. I remember sun. I actually took a short walk on my lunch hour today just to get some basking in. Plus, my boss doesn't call me on my cell phone, so I get a few minutes of peace knowing that he can't yell when I'm not at my desk.

Justin has his kids this weekend and is helping his mom get settled into her new apartment, so he'll be gone till around Saturday. This means that I *could* be a good person and go straight home and do laundry and start digging the crap outta my bedroom so's it can be more of an "our" bedroom sorta setup. Realistically, I'll go home and kick back and watch a couple episodes of Firefly on DVD and probably doze off and get up just in time to catch the bus in the morning.

Is that more of a matter of knowing my limitations or knowing my flaws?
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Feb. 1st, 2006 @ 11:43 am General all-purpose update
Current Mood: chipperchipper

Still alive, still working. Let's see, hate my job which requires me to work scads of unpaid overtime including Saturdays and Sundays. Love my house which, for the first time in forever, includes nothing but people who go to school &/or hold jobs! Not crazy about the fact that so few of those people earn sustainable wages and help out, but, progress is progress.

Still engaged. Still blissfully happy with Mr. Right. Yesterday I had a serious attack of stress over mortgage issues which kicked the depressive response into high gear and he actually handled it pretty well. Get her food...lots of hugs...soft-peddal reality and keep sharp things hidden. Not bad for a beginner.

I think part of the reason I don't catch up on LJ more than I do is that it's just a painful reminder of when I used to have friends and was a social person. I used to get out and go places and do something other than work or just go home from work and either do laundry or collapse. I miss reading my kids' posts and my friends' posts and actually knowing what they are talking about. Hell, it's to the point where I'm actually considering going to Gaia some Sunday just to remember what everybody looks like. The Friday Night Supper Club would be more my speed, but I think I just missed one of those.

Well, back to work. Maybe I'll spend my afternoon chanting to Kali and see what I can stir up in my reality. That probably sounds like a good idea only to me...

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Dec. 23rd, 2005 @ 08:54 am I hate my job
Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
I love being employed, but I work for a business owner who is indescribable...at least in polite terms. I'm working Friday and Monday and since I got here an hour ago, the phone hasn't rung once. Nor have I done any work. I guess my attitude kinda went south when I found out I get sick pay at the owner's whim.

On the bright side, Lizzi's birthday is today. She's 13 and excited as hell. It's been a good week for her since she had her doctor's appointment was Monday and we found out her "mystery heart problem" was more than likely dehydration. We also found out she has a bicuspid aortic valve where she's supposed to have a tricuspid aortic valve. Could cause her calcification problems in her 70s, but till then we're in the clear. And I got to see a sonogram of her heart. Ok, it was an echocardiogram, but it LOOKED like a sonogram.

Maybe part of the reason I hate work is that I'm really tired of my family being able to be home and have fun and I just have to go to work all the damn time. I work a lot of Saturdays (for no extra pay!) and it seems I seldom get days off. Since Panda works nights, we hardly ever get to actually *sleep* together and it's just damn hard to leave a toasty, cuddly person snoring comfortably in the bed so's you can go to work for a prick who doesn't appreciate anything.

Ok, venting done. Back to work...
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