There comes a time where you have to ask yourself, fight or flight? I’m a fighter learning to fly in-case the battle is lost.
Life is going well in mommy land. I guess this means that something is scheduled to go wrong at any time now.
Anyone wanna take bets?
I just want the opportunity to thank him for literally saving my life so many times; if it weren’t for his music and what he does for a living, I honestly wouldn’t be here typing this right now.
This man, and his music, have touched my life in so many ways. Even if I never get a phone call, a tweet or even a Tumblr/Facebook message from him, I can only hope that somehow he sees this and knows how thankful I am to him :)
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
So, I got a job with a company, Guckenheimer. For all of my culinary people out there, they function a lot like Aramark and Compass Group. But the best part is that they cater to higher standards of prestigious companies, like Google. Which is where I worked, for all of 2 weeks. I sucked up my tears and anxiety of letting Bridget go with a babysitter, sucked up my anxiety over not having a job in the past two years, and sucked up the fact that for the first time, I was going to work somewhere where I knew no one, and I went to work. I made my friends and found that I loved this job more than I could have ever dreamed for myself. The people actually cared about the food they served, the Goggle employees cared enough to shake my hand and ask me my name and where I was from. It was surreal. I still can’t believe I was so lucky.
But here is the thing, I wasn’t that lucky. When I was interviewed for the job they asked if I would have any problems leaving Bridget and I said not at all. Which mentally was true but financially at the time wasn’t really going to be a problem either. They also asked if I would be able to afford the gas to drive back and forth. Which at the time, it wasn’t as much as it is now and I would have been able to. We also had plans to move that way soon since our lease is up at the end of April. But then Ben had to quit his job because of the commute costing us more in gas than he was making. He was driving 40 miles a day to get to work for a company that is shit in my books now. They called me shortly after the interview to extend me the job offer and I was so excited I couldn’t see straight for a week. But the job didn’t start for another 2 months. And, my friends, a lot can happen in just two months. Like the complete and total depletion of funds, food, and hope in this household. We had to ask Ben’s parents to pay our rent one month and ask my parent’s to bu us food another week. Our pride right now is non existent. So Ben was out of work for a good portion of these 2 months I was waiting for my job to begin. So we began to sink even further into debt.
But then my job began. My perfect job. Then Ben got word that the Waffle House wants him to come and be a General Manager for them. Our luck was finally turning around. We had paid our dues. Apparently though, I wasn’t done paying my dues yet. Gas sky rocketed. That alone was going to always be the determining factor in how much money I brought home. Originally, I would have brought home around $250 in profit each paycheck but then everything went haywire. My car isn’t preforming up to par so my gas mileage has dropped 2 miles and gas went up. Between the two, I brought home around $50 in profit. And I’m sorry, but if I have to spend all this time away from my baby girl for a measly $50 profit…ha, fuck that, I’m going to be a stay at home mom until I can find something better (which I think I have, but that’s for another day that I feel like I need to tell no one in particular all the things that are going on in my life). So I quit my job. I had to. That first week alone was costing me more money to be there than I was making. Period. I don’t think my boss’ believed me, and I know they were upset that I couldn’t work out a two weeks notice but I gave them a weeks notice, went in the hole even further AND gave them 3 people that could have easily replaced me.
I doubt I will ever find a job I actually enjoy as much as I liked that one. Specially after all the hover round boss’ left and I could do my work on my own. I don’t think I’d get hired back either. Not that it will really ever be a possibility to begin with considering when Ben completes his manager training we will have to pick up and move to wherever it is that they place him.
How sad is our country when people who can work, want to work, and are working, can’t afford to work?! This is why I am currently sitting back with my arms crossed muttering, “‘Bout damn time” to all this sequestering that is taking place. This country needs an overhaul.
Ohhh the irony
Apparently, fighting with a computer makes me immature! Yeesh!
Little girl was nice enough to humor me today. Cute pics overall. Feel free to reblog.
Can I play on tumblr meow?