wow, I suck lately at keeping up on this thing. I'm sorry, folks, this mama has been working her ass off. Quite literally, actually, I've dropped a few belt notches since I started at Ye Ol' Shack. I've settled in quite nicely, though. The gang I work with is still The Awesomeness (note to self, quit hanging out on the interweb, it shows in vocabulary).
Sooooooooooooooooo....what else is new? Not a whole heck of a lot really. I'm sure I could share random work stories, now that I have them, but there hasn't been anything to terribly exciting to relate to my fine readers that wouldn't bore you to tears, or make little sense. hmmm...we all know how mama likes to make lists, how about I complete this update in list form of total randomness!
I really wish people at Taco Bell spoke better english and weren't obsessed with pushing hotsauce.
I'm only learning enough french to really offend someone, or turn them on like crazy. But then, what else is the language good for?!
I need to buy more jeans. And shoes. Fuck, I just need clothes.
I DID buy a new coat, which I have been referring to ever since as "The Foxy". It's foxy.
I will be redying my hair again. What colour? Stay tuned!
I <3 Otakubooty.
I <3 IRC and avchat.
I <3 not having much of a social life.
I haven't been painting very much as of late, but I did make a necklace entirely out of resistors which I snagged from work. Geek? Why, yes, thank you.
Although I snagged halloween off this year, I am a lazy and exhausted wench, thus my brilliant plan to handmake all three costumes to go as the Nightmare Before Christmas family is down the tubes, and I will be a total slacker mom and buy anthony's costume at TRU. If there are any left. If not, he's going to be a ghost.
He will still look ridiculously cute and I will post far too many pictures of him on this blog. Of course.
Because of my inherent lack of followthrough (HA!) but moreso lack of free time, I haven't done much to the motherhoodlum website, save add a few photo galleries.
OK! so that's that! I know, I am slipping into a completely boring spell here, so sorry folks. I am sure I will be coming up with plenty mama rants very shortly, just give the freaks time to wander into my radar, then I may smite them with my angst.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Workforce Wonder
Sooooo, let's see, I've been at RadioShack for almost a month now. I suppose it's time for an update on that, in case anyone was curious (and not within actual earshot of me on a daily basis). Honestly??? I friggin LOVE working there.And since I've already been there for a month, this isn't the doeeyed honeymooner bliss of new jobby. This is actual I have a Good Job with Good People inner harmony.
Why do I like working at a job so many people have scoffed at me for?
Well, let's see, for starters, the hours are perfect for a baby juggling schedule. I don't have as much time to paint, but I still have Anthony's nap times and my rare evenings off. But even my four hour weeknight sifts send me home happily feeling like I've accomplished something.
It's FUN. I mean, christ, I am a geek, I genuinely enjoy talking about setting up wireless networking system and all the coolest doodads for your gizmos. Call me creepy, I call me the knowledgeable gal you are desperately hoping is at your nearest radioshack. I get to play with toys half the time. What's not to love?
In addition to being already in my interests, I'm learning a TON of new stuff. Granted, I don't plan on setting up a radio tower in my garage anytime soon, but the fact that I learned about the stuff is exciting as all get out. I love learning. Makes me feel all smart 'n stuff.
The customers aren't usually annoying. Perhaps it's the neighborhood we're in, but I always get nice people who appreciate our help in there. The random asshole is a rarity, and usually doesn't stay long enough to sour our day. I love to hear about the cool stuff they are doing, like setting up a rockin' home theater, or building robots from our parts drawer.
I get paid, which is of course a plus. But I not only get my hourly check, I get bonuses for rocking my job (selling key items). You give a person like me an incentive like that, I jump on it with a vengeance. It gives me a goal to strive for daily. It gives me pride when I see that extra line item on my paycheck. And it unleashes that inner competitor in me.
The people there rock. This factor is the biggest one for me. I don't think in all my employment history I've had a workplace where I genuinely enjoyed working with every single person there. Since I respect privacy, I will have to make some nicnames here...
Girly Girl - just turned 18, but you'd never know it talking to her. She's mature, genuinely kind and sincere, and a blast to chill with. She's cute as a button without having the "I'm an 18yo hottie, worhsip me" attitude. I want to take her home in my pocket.
Ze Spaniard - Has the added incentive of being able to speak spanish, which instantly brings in sales, has a warm and relaxed demeanor, and is an honest person. Also a youngun, but hey, they all are. We don't work together too much, but I enjoy it when we do. He has the patience of a toddler parent, especially since I have to ask him questions all the dang time.
Old Man - I think of him this way because I think I fell over when I found out he was 22. Again, patience of a zen master, warm and considerate individual who has openly shared his culture with me. And he doesn't mind me endlessly blathering about my child when we carpool. The Kid has his shit together, and will go places once he graduates.
Moto-boy - He gets that moniker for his awesome motorcycle. He's new to our store, and we can already feel the love. A ninja at cellphone sales who is willing to spread his wisdom amongst us. Nice kid, great sense of humour.
Boss Man - or Bossboy or The Kid. I suppose I shouldn't really call him that, as he's only a year younger than I. But he is still living a nice, fun, carefree life with his insanely hottilicious fiance, so he gets called kiddo. This kid seriously KNOWS his shit. There's a reason he's manager, with a slightly cocky air to him. It's funny, because you can probably see our egos colliding in midair whenever we're around. I value his knowledge and insight. He so far hasn't criticized me, other than just filling in the gaps in my knowledge. But he doesn't make you feel like a dumbass when informing you of things, which is an amazing quality in a supervisor. He appreciates the fact that he has great employees. He still throws me off, for some reason, but it's probably the dueling ego thing. I've made a mental note to eventually get him and fiance over for dinner sometime. Not only are they Good People, but I am curious to see what he's like when he's not all buttoned down.
So yeah. There's my new life and the people in it, in a nutshell. Loving it! I feel in control again. Empowered. Independent. Productive. All these things, a happy mama do make.
Why do I like working at a job so many people have scoffed at me for?
Well, let's see, for starters, the hours are perfect for a baby juggling schedule. I don't have as much time to paint, but I still have Anthony's nap times and my rare evenings off. But even my four hour weeknight sifts send me home happily feeling like I've accomplished something.
It's FUN. I mean, christ, I am a geek, I genuinely enjoy talking about setting up wireless networking system and all the coolest doodads for your gizmos. Call me creepy, I call me the knowledgeable gal you are desperately hoping is at your nearest radioshack. I get to play with toys half the time. What's not to love?
In addition to being already in my interests, I'm learning a TON of new stuff. Granted, I don't plan on setting up a radio tower in my garage anytime soon, but the fact that I learned about the stuff is exciting as all get out. I love learning. Makes me feel all smart 'n stuff.
The customers aren't usually annoying. Perhaps it's the neighborhood we're in, but I always get nice people who appreciate our help in there. The random asshole is a rarity, and usually doesn't stay long enough to sour our day. I love to hear about the cool stuff they are doing, like setting up a rockin' home theater, or building robots from our parts drawer.
I get paid, which is of course a plus. But I not only get my hourly check, I get bonuses for rocking my job (selling key items). You give a person like me an incentive like that, I jump on it with a vengeance. It gives me a goal to strive for daily. It gives me pride when I see that extra line item on my paycheck. And it unleashes that inner competitor in me.
The people there rock. This factor is the biggest one for me. I don't think in all my employment history I've had a workplace where I genuinely enjoyed working with every single person there. Since I respect privacy, I will have to make some nicnames here...
Girly Girl - just turned 18, but you'd never know it talking to her. She's mature, genuinely kind and sincere, and a blast to chill with. She's cute as a button without having the "I'm an 18yo hottie, worhsip me" attitude. I want to take her home in my pocket.
Ze Spaniard - Has the added incentive of being able to speak spanish, which instantly brings in sales, has a warm and relaxed demeanor, and is an honest person. Also a youngun, but hey, they all are. We don't work together too much, but I enjoy it when we do. He has the patience of a toddler parent, especially since I have to ask him questions all the dang time.
Old Man - I think of him this way because I think I fell over when I found out he was 22. Again, patience of a zen master, warm and considerate individual who has openly shared his culture with me. And he doesn't mind me endlessly blathering about my child when we carpool. The Kid has his shit together, and will go places once he graduates.
Moto-boy - He gets that moniker for his awesome motorcycle. He's new to our store, and we can already feel the love. A ninja at cellphone sales who is willing to spread his wisdom amongst us. Nice kid, great sense of humour.
Boss Man - or Bossboy or The Kid. I suppose I shouldn't really call him that, as he's only a year younger than I. But he is still living a nice, fun, carefree life with his insanely hottilicious fiance, so he gets called kiddo. This kid seriously KNOWS his shit. There's a reason he's manager, with a slightly cocky air to him. It's funny, because you can probably see our egos colliding in midair whenever we're around. I value his knowledge and insight. He so far hasn't criticized me, other than just filling in the gaps in my knowledge. But he doesn't make you feel like a dumbass when informing you of things, which is an amazing quality in a supervisor. He appreciates the fact that he has great employees. He still throws me off, for some reason, but it's probably the dueling ego thing. I've made a mental note to eventually get him and fiance over for dinner sometime. Not only are they Good People, but I am curious to see what he's like when he's not all buttoned down.
So yeah. There's my new life and the people in it, in a nutshell. Loving it! I feel in control again. Empowered. Independent. Productive. All these things, a happy mama do make.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Tragedy Apathy
For some reason, God has been having a field day rolling out the big guns of natural disaster on the little petri dish known as planet earth. In less than a year's time, we've had a devastating Tsunami, massive hurricanes, and this latest, a deadly quake in S. Asia. I don't think some stores have even bothered taking down their "Donate to the Red Cross" signs since January. Reading the articles that flood the front pages of my home page, seeing tortured faces in misery splashed across the fronts of newspapers, it all seems so surreal at this point. It certainly does trivialize those other local annoyances, like strikes and such. But does all this tragedy, one right after another, run the risk of forming apathy among us?
When the Tsunami hit S. Asia, relief funds were in abundance. You could practically trip over the donation sites. When the first few hurricanes hit our gulf coast, it was a toned back effort, but nonetheless, a present one. When Katrina hit, it almost seemed like people were 'over' the idea of humanitarian aide, though. Few places sported relief efforts, or were slow to set up. I had to actually hunt for a clothing drop site, and I am still unsure as to it's legitimacy. And in the wake of this recent event in Pakistan/India, I've seen...nothing. There's still a few Katrina signs up, but nothing for the people overseas. So, what? Did we forget to continue caring? Are we completely tapped out? It truely is a sad day for the human race if we have.
This isn't going to be a long post, I just wanted to get that out there, and hopefully spur a bit of discussion.
When the Tsunami hit S. Asia, relief funds were in abundance. You could practically trip over the donation sites. When the first few hurricanes hit our gulf coast, it was a toned back effort, but nonetheless, a present one. When Katrina hit, it almost seemed like people were 'over' the idea of humanitarian aide, though. Few places sported relief efforts, or were slow to set up. I had to actually hunt for a clothing drop site, and I am still unsure as to it's legitimacy. And in the wake of this recent event in Pakistan/India, I've seen...nothing. There's still a few Katrina signs up, but nothing for the people overseas. So, what? Did we forget to continue caring? Are we completely tapped out? It truely is a sad day for the human race if we have.
This isn't going to be a long post, I just wanted to get that out there, and hopefully spur a bit of discussion.
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