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Jul. 19th, 2005 @ 07:40 pm
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So I'm sitting here thinking... Does anyone ever even read this thing? Not that I post often anyway. Just when I get bored and have time to kill. What's really on my mind is my work situation. I can't decide if I should try and stick this place out for the money or if I should quit on prinicpal. What is a person supposed to do when the place that they rely on for money is actively not only ignoring sexual harassment, but encouraging it? And what am I supposed to do when I challenge the status quo and come to find that I am risking my job... What is a person supposed to do?
And then there's my new problem... Well that may be the wrong words for it. I've started to realize that I am being discriminated against. And not for the reasons one would usually expect... Not because I'm young, white, male, or even because I'm fat. Instead I'm being given the shaft because I'm married. The folks I work with are fairly immature and should I say single? (Read that as horny) The lifestyle that they live is very different than my own and I have been given the shaft several times by my superiors because I don't party, screw around with the cashiers, or drink myself into 3 DUI's and a 10+ year license suspension (my direct supervisor). So what does one do when faced with this problem? *sigh* Do I need to find myself a new job because I'm more mature than those around me? If you'll read back to my old journals you'll see this is not my first problem with this encounter. One of my former jobs went wrong like this too... *sigh* I'm out...Current Mood:  contemplative Current Music: Original Broadway Cast - 01 - Tune Up #1 |
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Apr. 14th, 2004 @ 09:26 pm
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So another shift another dollar...
Had a test today. Forgot about until about 11 last night. We hadn't had class in 10 days so it was pretty easy to forget about.
And oh yeah. New York sucks. Jess owed $85 in taxes to them. Money grubbing New Yorkers.
So my mom and I have been fighting about wedding announcements. I wanted to just send out a nice electornic thing that I made up to all the family and friends. She however insists it needs to be something nice. I mean honestly. It may sound selfish and all, but the only reason I even want to send them out (read: Jess may have other ideas, but this is what I think.) is so that we might get some recognition from family and friends. Either in the form of letters or (preferably) cash and gifts. It be nice to have some sort of way to offset our early expenses... But anyways. Now that I sound like a complete prick.
It's been goin okay. We are Frolfing on campus after work tonight. That's frisbee golf for all you eastern folks. It's kinda fun. We don't have an actual course persay. We just kinda use objects on campus as tee boxes and for holes. Their is nothing like the sound of frisbee plastic hitting bronze mammoth.
Well I'm out for now. Might write somemore later.
Peace and "Disney Magic"
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"And so we come to the inevitable metaphor... Traditional animation is not dead, only sleeping.
'So beautiful even in death, that the dwarfs could not find it in their hearts to bury her. They fashioned a coffin of glass and gold, and kept eternal vigil at her side... '
Traditional animation will awaken when a new Prince arrives with a kiss of vision as deep as his pockets. In the meantime, we dwarfs will keep the glass clean. "
Damn straight Merlin Jones! Everyone needs to help fight this fight.
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SO here I am at work. Just kinda loungin wishin I were at home with Jess. these 4-12 shifts on Sunday night when I have class at 9:30 tomorrow morning are just kinda getting on my nerves. Especially since my day tomorrow goes straight through until 11 pm... *sigh* So Jess and I spent the weekend in Iowa. Got to see Rent again on Friday night. Good cast. Not technically sound, but lots of emotion more than made up for it. The seats were kinda shitty. That was until the second act when a group of stupid close minded Iowans decided to leave because of the unsuitable material and we moved over about 5 seats. We had a pretty good view then. We went to Red Lobster for dinner and got the GREATEST SERVICE EVER!!! I've had good service in a few places, but nothing like this. Not even the Disney restaurants that had good service came close to this. We were all dressed up for the show and everything and they went out of their way to ensure that we got out of their with plenty of time to spare. Even asking us when we wanted to be out by and shooting for that time. THe food was served hot despite my fears, and we were hurried just enough to get us out earlier than we had shot for. THis was despite being told we had a 45 minute wait just to be seated (Only took them 30) and then getting our good to us in LESS than 30 minutes. Wonderful service. Then I scared our waitress by asking for the manager. She thought she had done something wrong. ONly downside to the whole weekend was that I had to call 4 times at the hotel just to have an alarm clock brought up to us. When they finally did at 1 AM it was broken... *sigh*
Well back to my monopoly playing at www.games.com
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Mar. 31st, 2004 @ 07:46 pm
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So this is me sitting at work. I was pretty much told earlier tonight that I need to stop being so professional. The long story is this:
The other night I'm here and some of my co-workers are having this nice discussion about their drinking exploits and sexual exploits from the previous weekend. Now in past shifts I have just kinda ignored it and let it slide. Well I decided this time that I just couldn't let it get by. I mean if they were talking closely to each other instead of loud enough that everyone could hear it wouldn't be such a big deal. Well I sent an e-mail to my boss about it and asked her to take it into consideration. Well today I get called into her office for a talk and she asks me about it. Well a little ways in she says that my co-workers are uncomfortable with me because they feel like I am waiting for them to do something wrong so I can report it... And my boss asks me what I think should be done to correct this. Now last time I checked if something wrong was done it SHOULD be reported right? And I'm pretty sure that details of who, how, when, where, and how many don't belong in the workplace right? Never mind the insults to our supervisors. So then my boss goes into how I'm making others uncomfortable by feeling the I am policing the office and that maybe I should find a job more suited to me.? Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm doing my job in a professional manor, but the ones who are talking about the fuck friends, the kegger the night before, and insulting the administration are the ones who are SUITED for the job? Nevermind that when I was hired I was told I'd have 32-40 hours as long as I was with the job and they are now telling me it could be as little as 10 a week over the summer! Jess and I can't handle that. We won't last a month.
So yeah...
You can tell I'm just in a lovely mood. Especially since after this talk I had 7 more hours of work left. Talk about uncomfortable situations.
*sigh*
Fuck this.Current Mood:  aggravated Current Music: they have Ameican Idol on..... |
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Mar. 30th, 2004 @ 07:04 pm
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Well this is me sitting at work... Yeah... So I decided after watching Jess do this almost constantly that I might as well make one myself. Things are going pretty good. Glad to be married and have only one regret about the lack of an actual wedding... Presents. I mean this may sound selfish and all, but come on! We've had to get things together pretty much on our own. And we've done pretty good so far, but it'd be nice to have some help. And most of our friends and family have just left us hanging. I mean I understand the no gifts from some, but it's not like your family and friends don't get a birthday present for ya just cause you didn't have a party. Right?
Well for now I'm trying to figure out what to do with the remainder of our Target gift card. I won it in a bowling game with Jess. I'll probably end up spending it on something for the both of us anyways... *sigh*
Talk to ya all later.
John
Mar. 30th, 2004 @ 06:24 pm
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