Tropophobia -
Fear of moving or making changes.
Two of my posibule job leads would require me to move.
Vixc B
23 May 2008
Not Yet, Go crazy, CHANGE!!
I really want to quit smoking but I have to take care of my mom and being irritable while doing it is difficult. So I bought a new pack and quit my job today. I started the day with only one real interview set up and an appointment with a modeling agency. By the end of the day I had a totle of four. I have to give a shout out to Monster.com.
Things are looking up and I was a lil nervous to just quite Home Depot but I now know why the store I was working at cant keep cashiers.
I also cut and died my hair today. The red is back and it is curlier.
I hope with all this changes and interviews I will end up making decent money and being happy with my life.
Things are looking up and I was a lil nervous to just quite Home Depot but I now know why the store I was working at cant keep cashiers.
I also cut and died my hair today. The red is back and it is curlier.
I hope with all this changes and interviews I will end up making decent money and being happy with my life.
22 May 2008
Food For Thought
Fear of The Week
Pharmacophobia
Fear of taking medicine
Mr. O'Neill:"You know what they say: A spoonfull of sugar helps the medicine go down!"
Jane:"Not if you're diabetic."
-From Daria Episode "Arts 'n' Crass."
Pharmacophobia
Fear of taking medicine
Mr. O'Neill:"You know what they say: A spoonfull of sugar helps the medicine go down!"
Jane:"Not if you're diabetic."
-From Daria Episode "Arts 'n' Crass."
21 May 2008
WoW I was angry!
I went pretty far back in my blogs today. The ones on vpoin0.blogspot.com. I got to a certain point then realized that I was really angry in high school. So angry I am shocked that I didn't die of a heart attack.
One post in particular stuck out to me. It was so bad that I had to send a friend who I barley talk to an apology. It was an I.M. session where I got quite angry fairly quickly. I failed to see and truly understand someone that now I think about it should be in my circle of best friends. I still feel bad about the things I said to him and I can't believe that for the longest time he tried to be my friend whole-heartedly.
For the first time I am dedicating this blog to someone, Boima Blake. You have a heart of gold and I'm sorry I took you for granted.
One post in particular stuck out to me. It was so bad that I had to send a friend who I barley talk to an apology. It was an I.M. session where I got quite angry fairly quickly. I failed to see and truly understand someone that now I think about it should be in my circle of best friends. I still feel bad about the things I said to him and I can't believe that for the longest time he tried to be my friend whole-heartedly.
For the first time I am dedicating this blog to someone, Boima Blake. You have a heart of gold and I'm sorry I took you for granted.
20 May 2008
Ok I am going to do this one more time.
Bubble Gum, I just may be obsessed with it. I asked once before on V.0 Any Questions. Why is it that they make everything you can think of bubble gum flavored except Kool Aid. They have hugs, bubbles, yes those things you blow and are made of soap. They have ice pops, ice cream, hard candy, cotton candy, cakes and cookies, they even have a whole line of body washes and lotions. Don’t doubt it I have a set, don’t ask. But you cannot buy bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
Everyone loves the flavor of bubble gum. While researching the whole Bubble gum Kool Aid Conundrum I found several sites where people were asking for a recipe for bubble gum flavored ice cream. I remember growing up my cousins and I could take a dollar to the drug store and come back with a bag of bubble gum flavored stuff. No need to mention what we bought just read the first paragraph again.
On would think since this country of ours is a little obsessed with bubble gum and its grand flavor, that the makers of Kool Aid the favorite beverage of millions and the prized table wine of black people, would make a bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
Everyone loves the flavor of bubble gum. While researching the whole Bubble gum Kool Aid Conundrum I found several sites where people were asking for a recipe for bubble gum flavored ice cream. I remember growing up my cousins and I could take a dollar to the drug store and come back with a bag of bubble gum flavored stuff. No need to mention what we bought just read the first paragraph again.
On would think since this country of ours is a little obsessed with bubble gum and its grand flavor, that the makers of Kool Aid the favorite beverage of millions and the prized table wine of black people, would make a bubble gum flavored Kool Aid.
19 May 2008
Today at Home Depot
It was an interesting day at work, aside from the sky having trouble making up its mind as to whether it wanted to send rain or sun shine. I was stuck the entire day in the garden center, the one area that stays busy enough to make me like my job. Mind you I was more than happy to go work for Home Depot but every time I am forced to work on an indoor register I can’t help but want to throw my hands in the air and exclaim “I Quite, this place is to boring!”
I think the first issue I had was I had to work side by side with the world worst talker. This woman doesn’t talk she rambles. And when she is not rambling, she is butting in where she is not needed. Now we both started the same time and I except the fact that we know a fair decent amount but she irks my nerves. I can be helping a customer and she will but in only to repeat what I am saying or to show that she is listening. I hate that as a customer and I hate that as someone providing a service. I don’t dislike her she just has this bad habit of talking when she should just shut up.
After the annoyance was gone, I was alone in the garden center. It had slowed down a decent amount but not to the point, I was bored. I had a lot of price inquires, finding missing or correct SKUs, and ringing up items that I never get to really see, you know the big stuff that people pick up after they pay for.
But finally, I had the customer of the day, the one that put me on my toes. She was drunk and bought 36 plants, all the same type and color. I was nervous because she was clearly intoxicated to the point she could not stand straight up. She weebled and wobbled yet didn’t fall down. She told me her father had dropped dead last Thursday; she also told me she had some odd number of acres of land. I gave her my apologies for her loss and she hugged me. She said it has become uncommon for people to say that anymore. She then decided to pay debit and mentioned it was because she didn’t trust credit cards and daddy taught her well,
She was so intoxicated that I made her finish it out as a credit transaction; she had a visa check card. I then figured out she was one of this wealthy women. She told me she had some obscene amount of money in her checking account and she didn’t care how she paid along as it came out of there.
She hugged me again and told me how drunk she was and that she thought she smashed part of her car on the way to Home Depot. But she didn’t care. I let her go and I was worried, I was not trained on how to handle an intoxicated customer. She clearly couldn’t drive and she knowing she was drunk asked for loading assistance. So I figured is anyone would know how to handle it, it would be one of the lot techs who have been there longer than I have.
A little while later one of my crushes came by and mentioned about the drunken lady, as soon as he loaded her car and she pulled off, she smashed into a Cadillac pulled away and went on about her business.
He also informed me that she tried to make out with him. He was cute about it. Calling her a MILF and saying she wasn’t his type. Stupid me not keeping track failed to realize it was a perfect opportunity to ask, “Then what is your type?” But I missed an opportunity. I just need him to tell me he is straight so I can cross him off my list officially.
For now, I am just waiting to see if I was wrong for ringing her up and not taking any other action. As of now, I received word she was caught. But I won’t think about that now, I’ll think about it tomorrow.
I think the first issue I had was I had to work side by side with the world worst talker. This woman doesn’t talk she rambles. And when she is not rambling, she is butting in where she is not needed. Now we both started the same time and I except the fact that we know a fair decent amount but she irks my nerves. I can be helping a customer and she will but in only to repeat what I am saying or to show that she is listening. I hate that as a customer and I hate that as someone providing a service. I don’t dislike her she just has this bad habit of talking when she should just shut up.
After the annoyance was gone, I was alone in the garden center. It had slowed down a decent amount but not to the point, I was bored. I had a lot of price inquires, finding missing or correct SKUs, and ringing up items that I never get to really see, you know the big stuff that people pick up after they pay for.
But finally, I had the customer of the day, the one that put me on my toes. She was drunk and bought 36 plants, all the same type and color. I was nervous because she was clearly intoxicated to the point she could not stand straight up. She weebled and wobbled yet didn’t fall down. She told me her father had dropped dead last Thursday; she also told me she had some odd number of acres of land. I gave her my apologies for her loss and she hugged me. She said it has become uncommon for people to say that anymore. She then decided to pay debit and mentioned it was because she didn’t trust credit cards and daddy taught her well,
She was so intoxicated that I made her finish it out as a credit transaction; she had a visa check card. I then figured out she was one of this wealthy women. She told me she had some obscene amount of money in her checking account and she didn’t care how she paid along as it came out of there.
She hugged me again and told me how drunk she was and that she thought she smashed part of her car on the way to Home Depot. But she didn’t care. I let her go and I was worried, I was not trained on how to handle an intoxicated customer. She clearly couldn’t drive and she knowing she was drunk asked for loading assistance. So I figured is anyone would know how to handle it, it would be one of the lot techs who have been there longer than I have.
A little while later one of my crushes came by and mentioned about the drunken lady, as soon as he loaded her car and she pulled off, she smashed into a Cadillac pulled away and went on about her business.
He also informed me that she tried to make out with him. He was cute about it. Calling her a MILF and saying she wasn’t his type. Stupid me not keeping track failed to realize it was a perfect opportunity to ask, “Then what is your type?” But I missed an opportunity. I just need him to tell me he is straight so I can cross him off my list officially.
For now, I am just waiting to see if I was wrong for ringing her up and not taking any other action. As of now, I received word she was caught. But I won’t think about that now, I’ll think about it tomorrow.
18 May 2008
VSBII Update I
Ok so I know its time for an official update.
Last Tuesday my car was towed again. Jason told me parking in an iffy spot was ok because he did it before. When we returned to my car, it was gone. I was sick the next day so I called out of work. When I made the call, I could barley talk. I knew I was getting sick all Tuesday I just didn’t feel myself. I had to spend the whole day at Jason’s house I had no money to take septa and my house keys were in my car. I had to wait for my last unemployment check to hit my account. Needles to say I dint hit until Friday because I filled something out wrong.
Thursday was the big day. My mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The solution was a mastectomy. It was scheduled for that Thursday. I washed the closes on my back and put them on again in the morning after taking a shower. The day was truly an off day for me. I left the house without my cell phone and my hair was beyond hope, not to mention I spent the whole day in the hospital with no money. Everyone showed up grandma, my two aunts, my uncle and my mom’s good friend Donna who drove us to the hospital.
After what felt like a century, the doctor came and told us everything went well and that she would soon be moved to recovery. We went to the next waiting room, a few hours more hours latter and me almost cursing out a nurse, we were allowed to see her two by two. My sister and I were first.
My mother groggy from the anesthesia did not hesitate to joke. “Did you see the truck that hit me?” I not being sure if she was joking or a little loopy from the anesthesia felt the need to tell her she wasn’t hit by a truck. She told me it was a joke. It was hard knowing what she just went through and I was sad but tried my best not to show it.
After everyone else went to see, her Donna and I were the last two it was my second time. My mom told the truck joke and Donna didn’t miss a beat. She went along and the two of them joked but I could see Donna wanted to cry.
Every day my sister and I go to see my mother and although she looks better each and every single time. It breaks my heart when I think about what she has gone through and how she will have to wait for scars to fade. I really do love my mother and I am really seeing her strength.
The day after the surgery, I had to call out of work because I received word, while I was trying to get my car before 9:30 am, she might have to go back into the OR. I stayed almost the whole day until my sister started falling asleep.
Saturday was my first day back to work and I had to face the music. I had been honest and my boss already knew what was going on. I explained to her and her boss the major details of why I had to call out. They were just concerned and wanted me to know that the understood and wanted to make sure we were all on the same page as I am in my first 90 days.
So now I am living back in Sharon Hill, my mom is currently in the hospital, I am trying to make everything revolve around my work schedule, and keep my sister inline. With all this running, I am tired and I still have to set her room up.
Today I met the guy my mother will be officially dating once her divorce goes through. I knew he was a good guy and from what my mom was telling me I knew I liked him. Although she described him in was that made him seem too good to be human, I tried my best to see what she really meant. I must admit physically he is not what I would have picked for her but he is a handsome man with a nice body. He has a great personality and the best feature of all. . . I can have a real conversation with him.
My love life is a little more complicated yet still existent if you can call it that. Damian had surgery on the 15th but being the G he is he is forcing a quick recovery. Jerry is making a point to remind me how much he misses me but every time I have time to talk to him, he is asleep or at work. I really need to tell him what is going on so it doesn’t seem like I am avoiding him.
However, I am technically single. And there are three guys I have a little crush on at work, not sure, if any of them are gay so I am not getting my hopes up, not to mention I work with them.
The past several days I have been, feeling really overwhelmed with emotion and needed someone who would listen to me. Out of all the people I know there was only one I knew I could really open up to. Jazz was busy with her life in NYC and her phone hardly works. I was angry with Jason and Gina, well she has her own issues and although she is a great listener, I would still need a little advice on how to deal.
Of all the people, I know Joshua is the one great listener. As I list all my best friends, I realize each one has a specialty. Josh s my soon to be best friend for his ability to be in touch with his emotions on such a level its downright annoying at times but it is also helps him see into others and relate as needed. And I was missing that so we are talking now. I haven’t poured out my heart and soul as I wanted to but I think its coming.
Last Tuesday my car was towed again. Jason told me parking in an iffy spot was ok because he did it before. When we returned to my car, it was gone. I was sick the next day so I called out of work. When I made the call, I could barley talk. I knew I was getting sick all Tuesday I just didn’t feel myself. I had to spend the whole day at Jason’s house I had no money to take septa and my house keys were in my car. I had to wait for my last unemployment check to hit my account. Needles to say I dint hit until Friday because I filled something out wrong.
Thursday was the big day. My mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. The solution was a mastectomy. It was scheduled for that Thursday. I washed the closes on my back and put them on again in the morning after taking a shower. The day was truly an off day for me. I left the house without my cell phone and my hair was beyond hope, not to mention I spent the whole day in the hospital with no money. Everyone showed up grandma, my two aunts, my uncle and my mom’s good friend Donna who drove us to the hospital.
After what felt like a century, the doctor came and told us everything went well and that she would soon be moved to recovery. We went to the next waiting room, a few hours more hours latter and me almost cursing out a nurse, we were allowed to see her two by two. My sister and I were first.
My mother groggy from the anesthesia did not hesitate to joke. “Did you see the truck that hit me?” I not being sure if she was joking or a little loopy from the anesthesia felt the need to tell her she wasn’t hit by a truck. She told me it was a joke. It was hard knowing what she just went through and I was sad but tried my best not to show it.
After everyone else went to see, her Donna and I were the last two it was my second time. My mom told the truck joke and Donna didn’t miss a beat. She went along and the two of them joked but I could see Donna wanted to cry.
Every day my sister and I go to see my mother and although she looks better each and every single time. It breaks my heart when I think about what she has gone through and how she will have to wait for scars to fade. I really do love my mother and I am really seeing her strength.
The day after the surgery, I had to call out of work because I received word, while I was trying to get my car before 9:30 am, she might have to go back into the OR. I stayed almost the whole day until my sister started falling asleep.
Saturday was my first day back to work and I had to face the music. I had been honest and my boss already knew what was going on. I explained to her and her boss the major details of why I had to call out. They were just concerned and wanted me to know that the understood and wanted to make sure we were all on the same page as I am in my first 90 days.
So now I am living back in Sharon Hill, my mom is currently in the hospital, I am trying to make everything revolve around my work schedule, and keep my sister inline. With all this running, I am tired and I still have to set her room up.
Today I met the guy my mother will be officially dating once her divorce goes through. I knew he was a good guy and from what my mom was telling me I knew I liked him. Although she described him in was that made him seem too good to be human, I tried my best to see what she really meant. I must admit physically he is not what I would have picked for her but he is a handsome man with a nice body. He has a great personality and the best feature of all. . . I can have a real conversation with him.
My love life is a little more complicated yet still existent if you can call it that. Damian had surgery on the 15th but being the G he is he is forcing a quick recovery. Jerry is making a point to remind me how much he misses me but every time I have time to talk to him, he is asleep or at work. I really need to tell him what is going on so it doesn’t seem like I am avoiding him.
However, I am technically single. And there are three guys I have a little crush on at work, not sure, if any of them are gay so I am not getting my hopes up, not to mention I work with them.
The past several days I have been, feeling really overwhelmed with emotion and needed someone who would listen to me. Out of all the people I know there was only one I knew I could really open up to. Jazz was busy with her life in NYC and her phone hardly works. I was angry with Jason and Gina, well she has her own issues and although she is a great listener, I would still need a little advice on how to deal.
Of all the people, I know Joshua is the one great listener. As I list all my best friends, I realize each one has a specialty. Josh s my soon to be best friend for his ability to be in touch with his emotions on such a level its downright annoying at times but it is also helps him see into others and relate as needed. And I was missing that so we are talking now. I haven’t poured out my heart and soul as I wanted to but I think its coming.
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