Poopie head of the week

This week I would like to nominate a coworker as poopie head of the week. While he/she might not compare to the far better nominees at a certain news office, I feel he/she is a somewhat worthy canidate. Consider the following....

1. He/she refuses to accept that the location I am at SUCKS and is on death watch. No amount of positive energy is gonna make it better damn it!
2. He/She thinks that managing from afar is the best way to help a struggling location. His/Her infrequent visits are less than 30 minutes lest he/she be caught in horrendous Houston traffic.
3. He/She consistently bitches at all managers about problems that are clearly out of our control.
4. He/She doesn't defend us to our superiors even when they are wrong!
Last but not least...
5. He/She gives in to every stinking person who bitches like a baby instead of holding her ground and sticking with the policy.

My nominee should be poopie head of the week. I think my case is clear!

Poopie head of the week

This week I would like to nominate a coworker as poopie head of the week. While he/she might not compare to the far better nominees at a certain news office, I feel he/she is a somewhat worthy canidate. Consider the following....

1. He/she refuses to accept that the location I am at SUCKS and is on death watch. No amount of positive energy is gonna make it better damn it!
2. He/She thinks that managing from afar is the best way to help a struggling location. His/Her infrequent visits are less than 30 minutes lest he/she be caught in horrendous Houston traffic.
3. He/She consistently bitches at all managers about problems that are clearly out of our control.
4. He/She doesn't defend us to our superiors even when they are wrong!
Last but not least...
5. He/She gives in to every stinking person who bitches like a baby instead of holding her ground and sticking with the policy.

My nominee should be poopie head of the week. I think my case is clear!

Waxing virgin no more

I did it. I went to the salon and waxed my legs. I thought it would be something comparable to getting scalped. No such thing my friend. Over in no time at all and I am left with super smooth hairless legs for 6 days and counting. I could definitely handle this. The next frotier...the bikini line.

Pass the Nair please

I decided to try waxing my legs. I thought the idea of not shaving for at least 2+ weeks without stubble sounded fantastic. Trick is you have to let it grow awhile before you actually have it waxed. No one tells you it has to be as long as the actual hair on your freaking head. So it is now day 15 and the salon says that it's still not long enough to wax properly. I am starting to get a rash from the growth. I swear this is one of the grossest things I have ever done as a woman. The legs I can handle for a few more days but the rest of the shaveable female parts will just have to make do with my Lady Gillete and raspberry scented Nair.

Idiots ring twice

At work we have a loading dock where people come to pick up their merchandise and load it into their vehicles. You can always tell what kinda person they are by how many times they ring the service bell. A solitary ring indicates a somewhat patient person who understands you have other responsibilities and do not magically wiggle your nose and appear at the back door. This can be followed by another ring about 5 minutes later which means maybe you forgot I was back here and I can just refresh that thought. It's the ones that hold down the damned button or push it 5 times in a row that you wanna kill. Usually setting off the alarm makes them pop a poop brick and the world is right again as I laugh out loud.

Today the double rings were abundant. I let them stand in the rain on purpose. That'll teach ya to touch the freaking bell bastard.

*Sigh*

So the world is still spinning. To answer the work question....well I just don't know what to do. I found out from a former employee insider that left, the company is doing shoddy to say the least. Underperformers are first to go at the end of the year. When I took my promotion to turn this troublesome store around, I never thought that it would be the end all be all of my career at this company. The truth is turning this business from a black hole into a profitable shining star has been damned near impossible. In an at will state ( at will to terminate without cause), I could very well lose my job if I do not turn a profit. Even if I do....there are no guarantees.

I love my job. Sure we all have days when we don't want to get up and go, but I sincerely like what I do. I just got comfortable making decent money and not scraping for pennies. I don't want to switch and move somewhere else. I'm scared. I'm not ready to move on. Every other job, I knew when to move on. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. This just feels like an empty wad of nothingness and uncertainty.

We won't even discuss the love-life department today. That is enough to drive into a tree these days.