Well here it is, hump day 4 weeks in at the local sweat shop. The job itself isn't so bad really..the pay sucks and what sucks even more is my supervisor Atilla the hun! She's a mean spiteful hateful amazon of a women who would rather scream at you then take her time to teach you anything! Ok..it's unfair for me to call her Atilla..Atilla was mean and hateful too, but he was by a long shot no amazon..he was short and stocky. (and probably much better looking!)
Anyway..I promised myself I'd give this job 4 weeks..and that's coming down to the wire. Grant you, there is nothing at this point I can do other wise, as no jobs have become available in this area yet. I am hoping something comes from the Aerospace place due to open up here this year ..my resume' is already in. And as I've said before, my current 7.50 and hour is better then NO.50 an hour..so I'm stuck still. I do have full intentions of asking (come Friday) what my chances are of being hired on. (on Atilla's team no less) because then and only then, will my pay increase to about 10$ an hour. <--That..I can deal with.
The company has the option of hiring me on as a permanent employee after 30 days.
(grant you..I'm not sure if that's 30 days of work, or 30 days of time passed...either way..I'll be asking for someone to give me some 'indications' come Friday..hell or high water!)
On the home front..well, it's almost more then I even want to write about. Let's just say Dementor is sick. (ill I mean) with some sort of cold/chest thingy. I guess it's going around and I just want him to keep it to himself. He pulled a little bit of a temper tantrum for 3 days straight in a row when he realized my kids and grands would be coming in for Sunday dinner..and on that day..he hid in his room all day. Did not even peek his head out to say hello to the grands...sad sad thing for him. He stayed humped up in the bed with his sickness..and quite honestly, I was glad of it.
For several reasons.
One: He don't need to spread his germs to the grands or anyone else for that matter.
Two: The faster the Grands 'forget' him..the better...and they didn't even realize he was here nor did they ask about him, so much the better if you ask me.
As soon as my Sunday festivities were over, come Monday morning, Mr. Wonderful emerged again.
The really sad part about all this is...he thinks.truly here..he thinks I don't know the game he's playing. He THINKS I don't 'see' his shenanigans. Ohh but trust me...I see them. Very clearly do I see them.
I mentioned to him a while back that he should consider buying a 'camper' type house..that way no matter what, he could take his home with him.
(secret here..I already KNEW he was looking at them..used to buy..I have computer savvy..) but and here's the funny part.
He said to me (in a very rough tone, almost accusing me of being 'crazy'.) "I AIN'T buying no camper!"
Ok..I said, and went on about my merry way, with the secret knowledge I had tucked away in my brain.
"whatever you say big boy"
Today however, he was looking at them again. He thinks I'm stupid..he really does. Little does he know.
I find it all very funny actually.
He has changed his passwords here and there, and that's all fine and good, I don't really care anymore..<shrug> I just want this over to be honest. I feel like "Walter" ..saying "GIT YUR SHIT AND GET OUT!"
He did go so far as to post something on his facebook..Mind you, we are not friends on facebook..but he is clueless about 'hiding' anything computer wise, especially on Facebook..so I took a gander. His last 'update' was "what do ya'll think of me in Nashville?"
..hahaahha..and you're not there yet?.."GIT YUR SHIT AND GET OUT!"
I say go..and good riddance to ya.
He cares so little for his kids I guess, he's ready to up and jump ship to anywhere..without consideration of visiting them..or where they live. good gawd. He hasn't seen his children in I don't know how long.
Seriously, I think about things now, and he is truly a sad individual..One who has no ties or connections with family because he chooses it. He sends his kids money once in a while thinking that will make him 'super dad' of the year..and you know what? I think the feeling is mutual from his kids. They don't call him often. They don't visit..I think they know.."dad ain't no great shakes' ya know?
Ahh well, enough of the rambling for now I guess. Just wanted to give an update, let everyone know I was still alive and kicking down at the local sweat shop. Dementor is still hanging about..bitching and moaning, par for the course and I just keep.. ignoring it.
Ohh..funny thing..I have a 'hot date' on Friday after work..and I mentioned this to Dementor today..he said to me "ohh who you dating now?" (as if to say I've dated a bunch recently..HUH?)
Anyway..I told him..Tammy and I are going out to lunch after work on Friday since it's an early day (we get off at 11) and we plan on drinking a few 'ritas' ....I smiled real big.
And to think ..not too long ago he said "We don't have ANY friends" (in a sad woe is me voice) I wanted to stop him then and say "No..YOU don't have any friends..I have plenty thank you" but I didn't. I think he got a wee bit jealous of my upcoming 'girls' luncheon date..with 'ritas on the rocks'. Too bad..so sad!
LOL..I'm SUCH a Crone!
The Crone of "Rita's on the Rocks'
Sage
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