Yesterday seemed like such a harmless little day, on paper. At first it was 12-4. I was mildly concerned about that as that meant I would be crossing [busy street] in heavy rush hour traffic to arrive at work. But they modified the schedule without my asking and kicked me back to 11 AM, for 5 hours. I would rather work 5 hours because you have to take a lunch starting at 6 hours. That's what I have to do Thursday and Friday nights. I work 7 hours on paper but have to take a lunch.
So I got out of there OK and on my way to work, got to work early. Good. I did my shift it was pretty busy. We have some truly ugly clothing items I am glad are not required dress code. Plenty of cute stuff, too. I am a sporty/romantic dresser so I am happy in jeans and a t-shirt (dress code) or knit shorts and a t-shirt when I'm off; a long flowing skirt and cute top when I want to dress up.
So I did that. My replacement clocks in on time but takes about 10 minutes to make her way over to me, sometimes longer, but she is a long term employee so I just trust management is watching this. I don't tattle. So she finally came over and I took my break.
I came back FIFTEEN (allotted break time) minutes later (included pit stop) and began assisting her. I did that for the better part of an hour and a half; then we agreed (half an hour before I had to clock out) it would be a good time for her to take a break as I was still there to relieve her. I thought this wouldn't be a problem.
3:58 came and I had to go. The store penalizes you for early/late clock times. My supervisor has made that very clear. So I left, clocked out, got my bag (note sequence of only messing with personal stuff AFTER clocking out), and headed out. I finally saw the other woman, who shouted at me. I didn't bother to say she had DOUBLED her fifteen minute break, that was not acceptable by any means, that I had to take a bus and her laziness would cost me half an hour waiting in the heat and humidity. I just said "I have to go".
If she complains to management I will then explain she took a half hour break instead of fifteen. Good luck explaining that.
I believe in giving my employer what they pay for. Yes, I am only paid $11 an hour. Some days I only make $40 after with-holding. But they are paying me and wanted me for their organization so I work at being an employee they will value and appreciate. That's just how I roll.
So I got out to the bus stop another employee was there we chatted a bit. Ron would say he was probably not used to having women talk to him as he was overtly disabled. That doesn't faze me and I am wearing a huge wedding ring (silicone) so it is obvious I am not available. The bus was late; then it ran over something and got a flat.
That was a first for me. We all had to get off the bus and wait at the next stop. Only had to wait about 10 minutes though. We were near a taco truck I thought of buying a drink but they only had to go cups in styrofoam and I didn't want that. A bottle of soda I would have bought absolutely.
I made my transfer to bus #2 pretty effortlessly. Then I had to get off and walk next to the highway for a bit to get to my last stop. I have developed some anxiety about this, but get it done. I had a very slow, very large, woman in front of me I had to ask her to move as that slow pace was just aggravating my anxiety. I wanted to get OUT of there and off to something safer.
I had also decided, yesterday, to ride my last bus around and double back to the stop on the "safe" side of the street. It took a lot longer but otherwise I would have been crossing a very busy street at 6 PM in the height of rush hour. That just didn't seem safe.
I had let all family (parents and aunt) know I was delayed and gave them each a call once I was almost home. I checked the mail, got my bank statement and a charity newsletter. Nice to get my mail so easily.
I came home, Baby Girl met me at the door. I had some cooked sausage for dinner which proved to be a bad choice as I have had the squirts all morning. Better to find this out today.
I have today and tomorrow off; Thursday and Friday I work long, late, days. Hopefully Jack will feel up to getting me again.
Yesterday my jeans were very loose in the crotch and butt. I am retiring them. I tried on some of my other jeans, I had a "too small" pile. I have worked my way through most of this pile. Anyway I had 2 left a slim fit 22 and a classic fit 20. Both petite length because I have a short inseam, one was from Walmart and $13 when I bought it. They are a lot more, now. Anyway, both pair fit very well.
I prefer a dark wash on my jeans so I decided I will buy some of that dark wash detergent. But I need to look at new jeans now. That is a good problem to have.
Ron always said he would pay for me to get new clothes if/when I lost weight. I do miss him a little he would have been happy for this. Especially if I put on the old jeans and showed him how baggy they had gotten, then he would have groped me and laughed... good times.
I am also down another half pound from the last time I weighed so a solid 220 now. I am washing all my non-dark clothes (mainly shirts and underwear, bra, and face masks) today I will get the other ones tomorrow.
It is overcast and gloomy but my mood is OK.
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