I just told one of my supervisor's about the fun fact I learned about bees and I shit you not, his response to me was:
"Did you know that geese get rid of ten pounds of feces a day?"
I just started laughing cause that was the last thing I expected out of his mouth!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Learned Something New Today
I was enjoying drinking a Raspberry Snapple and chatting on the phone and was playing with the cap. And I looked down and read:
"Real Fact" #7
--A queen bee can lay 800-1500 eggs per day.--
Interesting.
"Real Fact" #7
--A queen bee can lay 800-1500 eggs per day.--
Interesting.
Random Rant
One of the things I hate more than just about anything is stupid ass selfish people. I really do. They drive me insane. I hate when people are so immature that they sink to levels that shouldn't ever be sunk to just to try to hurt someone else. And I really hate when someone you care about is being fucked with and there is nothing that you can do about it. I just wish that people would have enough class to be civil and handle situations like adults rather than play games. It is amusing though knowing that people get so worked up over something so small, petty, and just dumb and all it does it make them look like an ass. It makes me sit back and laugh and almost feel sorry for them.
I am talking right now about just one individual. This person is no longer a part of my life. And yet, this person is so miserable with their life that they will do and try anything to bring down other people just to make them feel better. It is so sad. It is like being back in high school almost.
And there is my random rant for the day.
I am talking right now about just one individual. This person is no longer a part of my life. And yet, this person is so miserable with their life that they will do and try anything to bring down other people just to make them feel better. It is so sad. It is like being back in high school almost.
And there is my random rant for the day.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Have you ever?
Have you ever had so much on your mind that you want to say and need to say but you aren't sure how to say it? Or even what to say? It is the weirdest feeling ever. There is so much and yet I can't even form a sentence on anything and there is no way to pin point one thought out of many.
So weird.
So weird.
Friday, May 25, 2007
The other job...
As said before, I said that I was coaching and waitressing. Well I gave up the coaching job a couple months ago because doing that on top of working full time AND the part time job waitressing, it was too much for me. Plus, the money wasn't worth it at all. And I am not getting to the point where I am done working on my weekends. I don't mind working shifts during the week, but I am just to the point where I need some down time. Especially now that summer is here. I want to go to the lake and do fun things with my friends. So, I am officially cutting back my hours and am actually contemplating on quitting completely. Not cause I don't like the job, cause I love it, but it is just too much.
Love My Job
I was getting ready this morning when I realized how happy I am at my job and how fortunate I am to be able to say that. I was reading Megan's blog about her shitty, rude co-worker and was so happy to know that I am away from a place that I had to worry about that. Not that my co-workers were rude and shitty, but there was a lot of pettiness. I don't want to relive it at the moment, so I will just let it lie with that. I noticed, this week especially, that I was on time to work every single day. I know that is how it is supposed to be, but I am just saying. And not only was I on time, half the time I was early. And not just a couple minutes early, but like 10-15 minutes early. That is so shocking for me because usually I am barely making it into the office at 8:00am on the dot. And this week, I had to be here three days at 7:00am and found myself here early! I know, I am nuts. I hate mornings. I hate getting out of bed. That explains always running just right on time.
Ok, so back to what I started saying. I actually enjoy coming to work. I don't mind it at all. I like the people that I work with. I specifically love my co-worker and my direct supervisor. Both are older than me (my supervisor by 10 years and the other by about 20). We have so much fun together. Most of our days are spent chit-chatting in between the work that we should be getting done and being close. It is quite nice. Being close to the people that you work with all day, every day, is really a treat. I don't worry that there is someone that is secretly going behind my back and trying to get me in trouble. Don't get me wrong though. I do work with an office full of women (about 10) and so of course there is the petty bullshit and some drama, but none that concerns me or has to do with me. For that, I am thankful. Plus, I don't work in the same room as all them, so I really don't care what goes on with all them. I just like coming to work and knowing that I will have a good day. I may be busy or I may be slow, but I have two people that I enjoy being around and talking to and you can't ask for much more.
Along these same lines, it makes me so thankful that what happened at my last job happened. I have talked to a few people that have said that things aren't really getting any better over there...in fact, it sounds like it is getting worse. I feel bad for my friends that are still over there. I know that they love the work that they do, but the other part just isn't good. I know someone was looking out for me though when they got me out of there. That was a place that I know I wasn't happy. I didn't like going to work and was always finding an excuse not to be there. I didn't like how many people were selfish and how much shit was constantly being talked. Yes, there is shit talking here, it just doesn't seem as cut throat though. I don't know. It is just crazy to me that there are really people out there that are so miserable with themselves and their own lives, that they feel compelled to bring other people down and be mean to them...actually go out of there way to be rude. I just couldn't imagine. So much time is wasted putting that much effort into being mean to others that could be spent on other things.
Now that I am happy, I am able to look around and feel bad for other people that don't have things as good as I do. I may not make a shit ton of money, but I am treated good here, am secure, and have a very relaxed job. You can't really ask for much more than that in my opinion.
Ok, so back to what I started saying. I actually enjoy coming to work. I don't mind it at all. I like the people that I work with. I specifically love my co-worker and my direct supervisor. Both are older than me (my supervisor by 10 years and the other by about 20). We have so much fun together. Most of our days are spent chit-chatting in between the work that we should be getting done and being close. It is quite nice. Being close to the people that you work with all day, every day, is really a treat. I don't worry that there is someone that is secretly going behind my back and trying to get me in trouble. Don't get me wrong though. I do work with an office full of women (about 10) and so of course there is the petty bullshit and some drama, but none that concerns me or has to do with me. For that, I am thankful. Plus, I don't work in the same room as all them, so I really don't care what goes on with all them. I just like coming to work and knowing that I will have a good day. I may be busy or I may be slow, but I have two people that I enjoy being around and talking to and you can't ask for much more.
Along these same lines, it makes me so thankful that what happened at my last job happened. I have talked to a few people that have said that things aren't really getting any better over there...in fact, it sounds like it is getting worse. I feel bad for my friends that are still over there. I know that they love the work that they do, but the other part just isn't good. I know someone was looking out for me though when they got me out of there. That was a place that I know I wasn't happy. I didn't like going to work and was always finding an excuse not to be there. I didn't like how many people were selfish and how much shit was constantly being talked. Yes, there is shit talking here, it just doesn't seem as cut throat though. I don't know. It is just crazy to me that there are really people out there that are so miserable with themselves and their own lives, that they feel compelled to bring other people down and be mean to them...actually go out of there way to be rude. I just couldn't imagine. So much time is wasted putting that much effort into being mean to others that could be spent on other things.
Now that I am happy, I am able to look around and feel bad for other people that don't have things as good as I do. I may not make a shit ton of money, but I am treated good here, am secure, and have a very relaxed job. You can't really ask for much more than that in my opinion.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
A New Me!
My surgery was a success yesterday! I am so excited. I seriously feel like a whole new person. I went in for my check up a little bit ago and the doctor says I am seeing 20/20! I just can't believe it. It is the most amazing thing to be able to see better than I can ever remember seeing without the aid of glasses or contacts. Indescribable.
I think the waiting before the surgery took longer than the entire procedure. My best friend Kara and her fiance, Paul picked me up and took me. I think they were more excited than I was. They were so sweet and got me a cute little card. It was cute. Once there we all just got to hang out and talk. They took us in this room that had the most comfortable recliners and we just chilled. We were then moved to another room that was connected to the room where the surgery was taking place and the wall between the rooms was glass. That's right, they were able to sit in there and watch everything that was being done. They could see me and the procedure itself was up on a TV screen so they could see all that was happening through the microscope that the doctor was doing.
When I was taken into the room, I was so nervous. I was fortunate to have my mom's best friend right at my side and the doctor was great. He did a relaxation thing to get me to calm down and relax and then started. I would have to say that the procedure didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Well, parts of it was. The part that tripped me out the most was when they cut my eye because my vision went completely dark like I was blind. Other than that, it wasn't so bad. It was just weird being able to see a sponge thing wiping my eye and the doctor moving things around. The laser itself was the easiest part.
After about a half hour for both eyes, they sat me up and they told me to open my eyes slowly. When I did, things were cloudy, but things I normally couldn't see where suddenly able to see. I could read the clock on the wall and I could see Paul and Kara and even read their shirts in the next room. It was the most wonderful feeling ever. Sure my eyes were a little irritated, but it was just neat knowing it was done and after some sleep and them healing, I would be able to see great. I got sent home with a pill to help me sleep and some "sexy" goggles to protect my eyes. I have to say, I was quite attractive last night.
Today my eyes are good...a little scratchy at times. It is just because the nerve endings have been damaged and so they don't know to wet themselves yet. Oh well. I can deal with that right now since I am able to see! So there is my update!
I think the waiting before the surgery took longer than the entire procedure. My best friend Kara and her fiance, Paul picked me up and took me. I think they were more excited than I was. They were so sweet and got me a cute little card. It was cute. Once there we all just got to hang out and talk. They took us in this room that had the most comfortable recliners and we just chilled. We were then moved to another room that was connected to the room where the surgery was taking place and the wall between the rooms was glass. That's right, they were able to sit in there and watch everything that was being done. They could see me and the procedure itself was up on a TV screen so they could see all that was happening through the microscope that the doctor was doing.
When I was taken into the room, I was so nervous. I was fortunate to have my mom's best friend right at my side and the doctor was great. He did a relaxation thing to get me to calm down and relax and then started. I would have to say that the procedure didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Well, parts of it was. The part that tripped me out the most was when they cut my eye because my vision went completely dark like I was blind. Other than that, it wasn't so bad. It was just weird being able to see a sponge thing wiping my eye and the doctor moving things around. The laser itself was the easiest part.
After about a half hour for both eyes, they sat me up and they told me to open my eyes slowly. When I did, things were cloudy, but things I normally couldn't see where suddenly able to see. I could read the clock on the wall and I could see Paul and Kara and even read their shirts in the next room. It was the most wonderful feeling ever. Sure my eyes were a little irritated, but it was just neat knowing it was done and after some sleep and them healing, I would be able to see great. I got sent home with a pill to help me sleep and some "sexy" goggles to protect my eyes. I have to say, I was quite attractive last night.
Today my eyes are good...a little scratchy at times. It is just because the nerve endings have been damaged and so they don't know to wet themselves yet. Oh well. I can deal with that right now since I am able to see! So there is my update!
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