Now Playing: Loser by Beck
It’s odd that the schedule change I’m currently getting used to is making me feel so odd. After all, the month of December I was out of work more than I was there due to my Grandmother’s death & sick kids earlier in the month. Heck, the whole last 6 months of the year I was constantly leaving early, arriving late or not coming into work at all. Mostly due to my frustration with our new computer system & the fact that it’s made an already difficult job almost unbearable.
We also got word yesterday that they’re going to start making us be more careful about logging into the computer on time in the morning & after lunch & logging out at night. & that there’s an 80% chance that we’ll have to change shifts, it’s supposed to be a company wide thing so everyone has to ‘bid’ on the shifts they’d like to have & then by seniority & performance they’ll assign the shifts, one thing in my favor, though I’m only in the second tier in performance (mostly because of my attendance) I have a lot of seniority & I like the 4 days on working for 10 hours a day shifts best & the majority of people don’t care for those as much so I shouldn’t have too much competition to get a 4×10, if the shift I’m currently on will still be available is annother story & no one is making any promises.
Yesterday was frustrating enough in many ways that I came home saying I was going to start looking for a new job immediatley. By the time I’d written a little & talked to a friend I was calm enough to decide that I’ll wait & see if they do make a shift shuffle & if they do what shift I get. (This is always assuming nothing else happens to piss me off in the near future)
On the way home I had to pull over for 2 police cars & when I got to the next little town (where I had to stop to pick up milk & a few other essentials) I could see the police cars about 1/8 of a mile away at a house, there were red lights of an ambulance or fire truck but I couldn’t see any flames or smell any smoke. I went in the store & went about picking up the things I needed (some I wanted- the sugar shut down isn’t going too well) & noticed the women behind the counter were at the door with it open looking out on the fracas down the street too. By the time I was ready to check out they were behind the counter again & discussing what was going on. They told me that it’s rarely more than 5 minutes after anything happens in their town before they know about it due to being the only store open until 11 pm. & sure enough as I was finishing writing my check for the groceries (Day before payday you know, the only money I had is the money in limbo between direct deposit & the bank) The older store clerk looked out the window & said ‘here comes F- he’ll know what’s going on!’ when he walked in they asked him point blank & he did know, aparently a young mother of a 16 month old put the child in the bath & the phone rang, she went to answer for just a second & came back & the baby was under water. The rescue squad was able to revive the child though, he said & so we were all very relieved.
I’m having a very bad week with drama like that, Wednesday I was approaching the highway on ramp & came upon an accident which had just occoured, a large car, like a Lincoln or one of those other really big boats old people seem to drive around here had T-Boned a work truck. It was pretty awful looking & the police weren’t there yet. I went through town so as not to drive through the scene of the accident to get onto the highway & then I called 911 on my cell phone, which I’ve never done before, they said they were aware of it & about a minute later police & an ambulance came flying past in the other direction.
I have mixed emotions telling the last two blurbs there, on the one hand, I think my blog is boring because it’s mostly either bitching about work or talking about the kids. I realize most people aren’t all that interested in this stuff, so I’m trying to broaden out a little & put other things in here. On the other hand, as I’ve mentioned before my ex was on the rescue squad & was not supposed to talk about what he saw or what happened to people he had to treat to me or anyone else, of course he did tell me a lot of things, I’ve never repeated any of them to anyone. (though since this was in 1998 & 1999 I’m pretty sure the statute of limitations has expired or will soon) I kind of feel like both of these things, the accident I saw the aftermath of & that little child underwater & having to be revived are similar, that it’s an invasion of the peoples privacy for me to talk about them.
Ok, well enough of that depressing stuff. the kids are ok, no one’s killed anyone else yet though the death threats to each other continue daily. Miss 16 says she’s sick, she said she was sick Wednesday & wanted me to come get her, I was already nearly at work & told her if she felt really bad to have the high school office call my work & I’d come, but I really can’t afford too many more absecences from work! So she stuck it out & stayed home Thursday,
I don’t think she’s too sick, she put all my Christmas decorations away for me (I called just as she was starting to take down the outside lights & stopped her, I like to have them lit at night at least through epiphany or little Christmas, though I’m not Catholic I grew up in a town which was manily catholic & seem to have adopted a lot of their traditions. I was mulling this over on the ride home from work as I was noticing how few people still are turning their Christmas lights on at night & it’s not even a week since New Years!
So when I arrived home after the stop at the nosy store I found mail waiting for me from my younger kids’ school they stuffed both notices in the same envelope & the point was that they’ve been out too much. Never mind that the absences are excused, 2 with a doctors note & 4 due to the funeral in December which I wasn’t about to miss. My Grandmother was like a mother to me in a thousand ways & in many ways more of a mother than my mother was. She & my mother are the only people I would drive that far to pay my respects to. (though, if it was the ex I guess I’d have to take the kids) & I am not about to have the school ‘for shame’ me over taking my kids to a funeral. Kids need to learn about death & the earlier the better I think, because then they can incorporate it into their lives as a perfectly normal part of life instead of some alien, terrible concept as some see it.
Ok, yeah I’ve had to deal with a lot of deaths & have some pretty strong ideas about it. Whew, take a breath Becky, ok, so I was more than a little annoyed with the school about it & I’m really glad I didn’t see this until 9pm because if anyone had been at the school to call & bitch at I certainly would have. As it was I had the evening to de-stress & the night to sleep on it & so I called the school this morning & they told me I had to come in & sign a paper that says I understand they need to be there every day & pledge to make sure they are there every day. So I did that & came back here & have been browsing blogs & Im’ing with a friend since then! Boring huh?
I had more to say but I have to get ready to take the kids & go grocery shopping & on our every other week outing together. (used to be Saturday during the day, with the Friday, Saturday, Tuesday off schedule change we’re going to do it Friday nights so as to have a nice, quiet relaxing day Saturday) Yeah, that’ll happen.