I need to get this out now so as not to be so negative tomorrow at the Goddess Holiday Dinner.
NCS Pearson has a bad habit of not paying their employees whom they require overtime hours and have stricter rules than a crazy West Virginia snake church. I keep thinking that this illegal. Other companies have been reprimanded for this behavior. I know of one particular lady who has not been paid for 1 month of working there, and one mother who has been given an eviction notice. I kid not. This shit pisses me off. It pissed me off before and now it pisses me off even more.
I wasn't paid last week. I have disconecction notices, half of rent to pay, and Christmas is coming this Sunday. I had not gone shopping. Luckily last night my mother loaned me the money to get the PinkZilla presents. As much as she can get under my skin, I am so thankful that she is there to help me!
On to my next big saga that I've added to a list of sagas that have acculmulated over these past few years. I call this my Neverending Story, complete with utter nonesense and dire circumstances just before little rays of light.
I got a call late Friday night from Assooze. After what seemed to be a rather long illogical conversation, I realized that I was the incoherent one. What I thought was a silly plea for attentio after a bad fight turned out much different. He got ran over by a car while crossing 23rd St at Mass St. He does not remember anything except EMT's working on him. From what he gathered the driver jackrabbit-started before the light changed and got him pretty good. He's gonna find out what really happened tomorrow at a doc visit.
I know some are going think, "hey, that would've solved a problem", but my oldest two brothers had to be told at a young age that their mom died. My brothers did not fare well at all. She died on Christmas. I DON'T want that for my PinkZilla. I don't think that scenario would play out in my kids' lives, but I do have a reasonable fear that someday it will have to be discussed.
That being said...I am glad that all he got was a glued up forehead, scrapes and bruises covering his body, and an achy sternum.
Wow. 2005. How many more days left?
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I think this my third week of cubicle ecstacy. I feel like I'm at the zoo. I've made sporadic friends. At this place I've found like minded folk intermingled with different minded folk, and the differences setting people apart range the typical gamuts between race, aesthetic, political, and whether or not you smoke.
My favorite personality so far is a woman that I go out of my way to talk to and the action is reciprocated. She's not from Lawrence or Topeka. She's from the South. Funny I thought she'd be unwilling to talk with me. But just like a Southern she quickly warms up tells all, but unlike the other Southerns I've met...she's nice!
She's just had her first baby and says she's done! She's just got into contact with her biological grandmother (she's adopted). She's had her amount of storms and unabashedly relays them. Her stories are not to make her seem pitiful or super-ego strong, but they do reflect an inner strength that makes others respect her. She's a Diva. We use Goddess, but her culture uses Diva. She's young, but I see it in her. She rocks!
She doesn't judge. There are A LOT of pregnant women there, and what's different about her is that she's a non-hypocritical pro-lifer. shit happens. Messes happen. cleaning up after that happens. There's no need to kick a person when they're down, and the babies should be treated like royalty. I've run into too many people who disparage a woman or man for procreating too many times, and have no compassion for that situation (parent or children) at all. Honestly, only the higher tax brackets can truly afford their kids! I know I can't afford my PinkZilla, so how can I spite another person who's made the same accidents!?
I did make an Enardaesque remark during a discussion over the topic of birthing pain and scientology. The ladies were going off on men that are against relief of any kind for women in labor. "Poor Tom Cruise's girl!" It kept distracting me, so to stop the inanity and shut the Clucking Hen Syndrome for a few secs (it'd been going on and on), I blurted out, "If men were to bear the babies then abortion would be sacrament!". And you thought 11 degrees was chilly! I've never had frost bite before, but I came pretty damn close right there! Ha ha ha! Devilment vein! Those ladies are a bunch of incompassionate folk who rail against everyone for nigh near everything. Yargh! 8.5 hours a day!
So to keep my brain from melting into an oblivion reserved for office gossips, I went to data entry. Jeesh! That's saving my brain?! Well...yes. On a cd a friend of mine burned, I found a couple of lovely videos. I squealed with delight when I found them! Beautiful African music! Made me chairdance and get giddier than what the snow was doing for me. A person looks pretty stupid wiggling and staring at a screen. I was afraid someone might try to "save" me from an epileptic episode.
Another day at Temp Slave HQ. i got annoyed and over joyed on the same day. That's a job. Right? Then I'm off to drive through the snow and curse everyone else's driving while they curse mine!
Little Silver Fish
Pointing upstream
Moving downstream
In clear quick water
-Soseki
My favorite personality so far is a woman that I go out of my way to talk to and the action is reciprocated. She's not from Lawrence or Topeka. She's from the South. Funny I thought she'd be unwilling to talk with me. But just like a Southern she quickly warms up tells all, but unlike the other Southerns I've met...she's nice!
She's just had her first baby and says she's done! She's just got into contact with her biological grandmother (she's adopted). She's had her amount of storms and unabashedly relays them. Her stories are not to make her seem pitiful or super-ego strong, but they do reflect an inner strength that makes others respect her. She's a Diva. We use Goddess, but her culture uses Diva. She's young, but I see it in her. She rocks!
She doesn't judge. There are A LOT of pregnant women there, and what's different about her is that she's a non-hypocritical pro-lifer. shit happens. Messes happen. cleaning up after that happens. There's no need to kick a person when they're down, and the babies should be treated like royalty. I've run into too many people who disparage a woman or man for procreating too many times, and have no compassion for that situation (parent or children) at all. Honestly, only the higher tax brackets can truly afford their kids! I know I can't afford my PinkZilla, so how can I spite another person who's made the same accidents!?
I did make an Enardaesque remark during a discussion over the topic of birthing pain and scientology. The ladies were going off on men that are against relief of any kind for women in labor. "Poor Tom Cruise's girl!" It kept distracting me, so to stop the inanity and shut the Clucking Hen Syndrome for a few secs (it'd been going on and on), I blurted out, "If men were to bear the babies then abortion would be sacrament!". And you thought 11 degrees was chilly! I've never had frost bite before, but I came pretty damn close right there! Ha ha ha! Devilment vein! Those ladies are a bunch of incompassionate folk who rail against everyone for nigh near everything. Yargh! 8.5 hours a day!
So to keep my brain from melting into an oblivion reserved for office gossips, I went to data entry. Jeesh! That's saving my brain?! Well...yes. On a cd a friend of mine burned, I found a couple of lovely videos. I squealed with delight when I found them! Beautiful African music! Made me chairdance and get giddier than what the snow was doing for me. A person looks pretty stupid wiggling and staring at a screen. I was afraid someone might try to "save" me from an epileptic episode.
Another day at Temp Slave HQ. i got annoyed and over joyed on the same day. That's a job. Right? Then I'm off to drive through the snow and curse everyone else's driving while they curse mine!
Little Silver Fish
Pointing upstream
Moving downstream
In clear quick water
-Soseki
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