No end in sight

So far there is no end in sight to my sinus infection. Which I think is a little more than a sinus infection considering the amount of pain I am in! I had to come from work early yesterday; there was no way in hell I was going to work today. I spent most of the day in bed. My sinuses throb constantly. It feels like some took a hammer and hit me in the sinuses, and when there is some relief, that someone goes and hits me again. The only thing I can take is Tylenol which only offers some relief. I steam, I am steam all the time, I have a humidifier in the bedroom, I irrigate with a saline solution AND I have tried compresses. They only make it worse and make me feel nauseated. I have seen things come out of my nose that nobody should have to see! I am not trying to complain, I know in the end it will all be worth it when I have my baby in my arms but 6 months is a long time off. On a happier note, Grey’s Anatomy is on tonight and I can’t freakin wait. Last year I got to see it a few hours earlier as my friends had satellite TV and we could see it in Eastern Standard Time. Oh how I miss out Grey’s Anatomy parties. That’s the best way to watch a show is with a bunch of friends. Party for one tonight (2 if you count little peanut!) I did watch Private Practice last night, it was okay hard to say whether it will flop or not. Well I am out here. Pray for relief for me please! 

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NaBloPoMo Round 1

FYI it is currently Nov 1, 207 6:43pm PST not Nov 2nd as listed on the date.  

So the idea behind this is to write.a.post.every.day.of.this.month. Easier said then done. November 1st 2007 marks the 17th week of my pregnancy. I have yet to feel a little flutter and Peanut is approximately 5 inches long… But my doctor said to not be surprised if I don’t feel the baby move until my 20th week.

I guess I will have to write about all the things I have wanted to, but have been putting off. Not much is new around here. I am extremely unhappy at work, and not wanting to give into my pessimistic tendencies, have decided to not write about it right now. And I am just lazy. I am tired all the time, I don’t have energy for anything and I think another sinus infection or head cold may be on the go. I shall have to wait to see.

Today is a good day to celebrates as I have 500 hits on my blog… It has only taken 6 months or so… Please delurk, on my blog and I will delurk on yours. The end.

I really do not like my new position at work. I am in the finance department aka the data entry and filing department. In short my department makes up checks for clients that need.their.money.now. When I was told that I was going to my new department my former boss made it seem less stressful given my condition and they were thinking of my best interest, which I found to BS. There was a spot to temporarily be filled and I am the filler. I didn’t realize that I would be their little filing bitch because they got so far behind. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t get to use my brain. The part that really pisses me off that when I asked to go back to my old job I was told it wasn’t an option nor was my new position.

Pretty much I was due for more training but management didn’t want to waste the money to train me as I will be going on mat leave in the spring. This seems discriminatory towards me accept it isn’t because I am at the same pay grade and it was deemed I would be the “best fit”.  I talked to my union rep about it and isn’t fair but allowed. I was loving my job up until last week, boring as it was I still liked it. Now I go to my desk and start filing or data entering trying to hold back tears of frustration because I dislike my job so much. I am having my work verified ( I have only been doing it for 3 days) for the time being and I keep making mistakes because I am flustered and the women who is “over seeing” my work has no people skills, is anal, can’t think outside the box and when she does correct me she is condescending about it. I don’t think that this is intentional but it sure feels that way. The other 2 women I work with I like just fine. The thing I don’t get is that one has been there 7 years, that’s the least amount of time of time of the women I work with. Don’t these people strive for more? I know I do.

Bottom line, I don’t see how it this less stressful when half the day I am and cursing under my breath putting a smile on my face. I was looking forward to as much as a stress free pregnancy as possible. I guess I won’t be having a calm baby that I had hoped for, because if all the baby knows is stress its whole time in utero than how can it know anything else outside of me? I know I need to calm down but I don’t know how when I can’t stand what I am doing.

In Memory of Lorraine…

One of my co-workers died over the weekend. I didn’t work with her very long, a little over 2 months but I am really going to miss her. She was older about 60 and was a smoker. Was this a contributing factor? I don’t know. All I know is that she died alone in her apartment. She was single and didn’t have any kids. I don’t think that it a pleasant way to die. I am sure going to miss her. She was my coach and would verify my work along with my fellow newbs. If I did something wrong, she wouldn’t tell anyone namely my boss she would keep it to her self. Her desk was/in disarray all the time with paper and crap everywhere but I loved her. She was always trying to feed everyone she would always share her goodies with us she was my go to person for crackers. I love crackers. Sometimes I would a have a cigarette with her (I am a social smoker) and we would talk and she wouldn’t think twice about giving her opinion, even to management. She loved cats and was always sending funny forwards around the office. The one thing that gets me is nobody knows how long she was lying dead in her apartment for. She didn’t report to work last week since Thursday, Friday was her day off and by Monday a lot of people were worried sick as it was unlike her to not talk to her co-workers over the weekend. After the insistence of several co-workers our boss called her landlady who went to check on her, she couldn’t get in because the chain was locked over her door. So then the cops were called… which would lead up to where she was found dead. We were all called to a meeting where the news was broken to us, but some of us new beforehand as her not being at work was out of character for her.

You know there was something that I wanted to tell her that I wish I had and now I can’t because that chance is gone. This makes me realize that you never know when you last moment with a person will be. I haven’t had to deal with death too much in my life. My paternal grandma died when I was 13; I still miss her. Both my maternal grandparents passed away long before I was born and I have lost my mom’s best friend, who was like an aunt to me. I have also lost a school mate in grade 8, but other than that I haven’t had to deal with death too much. It isn’t easy. I am finding out that I don’t necessary cry right away. I don’t hold it in either, I just don’t cry. I didn’t cry when my grandma dies because we knew it was coming. Lorraine, you will be missed here’s to the memory of you.   cat.jpgcat2.jpg

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Another day in the Life of ME!

Delurk, Delurk, Delurk! For love of God, if your reading this please drop a comment or 2 my way it will so feed my ego.  After my second day on the job, I still am quite happy. It as (I am dropping the H on purpose- so you can get the feel of my French Canadian trainer) so far been what most of my new jobs have been; seemingly easy and we are stuck in a training room all this week learning dry legislative policy so we will be able to process Old Age Security applications. Today I made the big mistake of not having any sort of caffeine this morning which was apparent as I was nodding off b4 our 1st break. I woke up at bright eyed bushy tailed and well rested (thanks to my new memory foam mattress pad) however; it was short lived… The 1st thing I did was hit up Starbucks on my lunch, so I could feign alertness while attempting to digest whatever policy my clueless trainer attempted to teach us. She is sweet and competent for the most part but doesn’t have a clue. When we are doing a quiz her Q & A’s are different than what we have, she isn’t up to date or 100% sure on the most recent changes to what is an acceptable form of proof of residency… and the stubble, my GOD the stubble. I am beginning to wonder is s/he was formerly a he! I had to get close up to her and mustache stubble is visible. If it was fully grown, it would be a goatee, man I wish I could get a pic of that!  

Here are a few more cons:

– Old Skool feel of the place (we are using Windows 2000 for crying out loud!)

-We have shiny new Toshiba flat screen monitors, with keyboards that are at least 10 years old and yellowing with age; this is the government!

-When I fill my prescriptions, I will need to pay outright and get my 80% reimbursement later… my previous employers would do it right then and there when I paid…   

Delurk, Delurk, Delurk! For love of God, if your reading this please drop a comment or 2 my way it will so feed my ego.  After my second day on the job, I still am quite happy. It as (I am dropping the H on purpose- so you can get the feel of my French Canadian trainer) so far been what most of my new jobs have been; seemingly easy and we are stuck in a training room all this week learning dry legislative policy so we will be able to process Old Age Security applications. Today I made the big mistake of not having any sort of caffeine this morning which was apparent as I was nodding off b4 our 1st break. I woke up at bright eyed bushy tailed and well rested (thanks to my new memory foam mattress pad) however; it was short lived… The 1st thing I did was hit up Starbucks on my lunch, so I could feign alertness while attempting to digest whatever policy my clueless trainer attempted to teach us. She is sweet and competent for the most part but doesn’t have a clue. When we are doing a quiz her Q & A’s are different than what we have, she isn’t up to date or 100% sure on the most recent changes to what is an acceptable form of proof of residency… and the stubble, my GOD the stubble. I am beginning to wonder is s/he was formerly a he! I had to get close up to her and mustache stubble is visible. If it was fully grown, it would be a goatee, man I wish I could get a pic of that!  Here are a few more cons:–         Old Skool feel of the place (we are using Windows 2000 for crying out loud!)–         We have shiny new Toshiba flat screen monitors, with keyboards that are at least 10 years old and yellowing with age; this is the government!–         When I fill my prescriptions, I will need to pay outright and get my 80% reimbursement later… my previous employers would do it right then and there when I paid…   

Another Tuesday Night…

So it’s a Tuesaday night and I sit hear all alone. I can think of many things that I would like to write all day at work, but when the time comes I am drawing a blank. I guess this happends when you do nothing all day and get paid to stand around selling crap to imaginary customers. On the day that I am actually allowed to make commission the store is dead. I did talk to people and I gave them my card but I didn’t ‘close’ anybody. How hard can it be to sell someone a cell phone? I don’t really think that I am the best sales person considering I am not comfortbable selling to someone if I have to pressure them. I see my colluegues do this ALL the time.

One of my customers was a French Canadian girl a total hippy/earthy type I would say in her mid to late 20’s and she had her son with her about 18 months, and you can tell he is the type that must be occupide all of the time otherwise mommy isn’t going to get anything done. I ran to the back to get him a cow bell to play with, but he didn’t like that so mom reaches into her backpack and pulls out a screw driver for him to play with? WTF? No I am not a parent, and I am not one to tell people how to parent your children, but a SCREW DRIVER? You might as well hand him knife while your at it. Cleary this women works with her hands, she had dirt all in her nails and she has enougt\h sense to carry around her tools you would think she would have enough sense to carry a favorite toy of her son’s in her backpack as well. While I was talking to her about rate plans she would let him wander off to the front of the store and out of the store I feel like I was watching him more than her. What if for one second someone grabs him while her head is turned? Then what? I was babysitting a few years ago a toddler and an infant and I took them to a busy park, I litterally turned my head for a second to grab a bottle for the screaming infant and his brother took off in a heartbeat. I have never been so scared in my life. I started to sream his name and someone asked me what he looked like and I found him within 5 minutes, but that nearly gave me a heart attack. Had it been my own child, I would’ve felt 100 times worse. At the time the boy was 3 1/2 and had repeatedly wandered off without telling me, but I would see him and scold him I even gave him a timeout. But the lesson never sank in so I made him sit on our blanket while fed his brother and promptly ended our outting and took him home.

Most of my of our clients with small children have them stroller or have another person close by to help them out. … You can’t expect to buy a cell phone like you would a shirt or something. For those of you that have kids, that may be reading this what do you do when your take your toddlers out and need to go shopping?In other news, my job interview went well yesterday it is a call center position providing HR support to different clients. Pays well and is with a reputable company. Tomorrow I go for the government interview; this is the one I really want. Keep your fingers crossed. I don’t really much more to blog at the moment. I don’t’ have much to do tonight. The boyfriend is at work and I already watched American Idol so I don’t’ have much else to do. I may try to curl my hair with a new curling iron I bought last time I tried it was a disaster so I am not holding my breath. I still haven’t really met any friends here yet. The girls I work with are a fait bit younger than me, and their main priority seems to be going to the bar and that’s all they seem to live for. I am past that and want to find some people that have common interests as me. So far the gym has been my best friend. And maybe this blog will soon be too.