OK, I know it has been a while again since my last post. I was dealing with a lot. I will start by saying first off that my job is full of hypocrites. I went for a three hour session of Inclusion Training since I am on my store's Cultural Council. Anyway, supposedly all the management and execs have gone through this training (more intense for them cause they are stubborn dumbasses anyway). They talked about "green" and "red" leadership as well as the inverted pyramid where the customers were at the very top with associates right under them then management then execs. The reason for my view is that particularly at my store they still get into a frenzy every time the higher ups even suggest coming to visit the store. They say they will but they don't most of the time. All it does is make us less productive, more stressed out, and less likely to maintain proper and positive service to the customers.
A couple of months ago, they were stressing out over a proposed visit. They wanted us to fill the temporary shelves that held our extra Easter stuff with some of our patio furniture. In trying to get those things on the shelves quickly, I strained my left shoulder in the process. And before that, I had just gotten to a point with my chiropractor to start going once every two weeks. Now, fast forward to this past week. The company was supposed to come early in the week, so I did extra conditioning and stuff to get it ready. Now a couple days before I had set up the markdowns on a table with table cloth and everything, since they did away with the normal space for it in our store. I had everything on there stacked nice and neat so I could markdown the baby formula that was left over from the reset. I also had some close dated baby food on there from date checking. Some dumbass decided to pick up the table and everything on it and put it in the trailer. Of course, it doesn't matter that I took all that time to stack it nice and neat and make it look as "marketplace" as possible. What a fucking dumbass thing to do. We had to throw that baby stuff out because of how hot it got all because the company apparently doesn't like to see markdowns....Hundreds of dollars worth of product thrown away without any chance of getting any money back for it, all because the fucktards think they know what's best when they are never even in the stores unless they are tooting their hoity toity horns at the backbone of their company...
That has been my work rant for this post. I don't remember if I mentioned it or not, but my dad is going to be having surgery for his Parkinsons. They will put an electrode thing in his brain and hook it to a pacemaker type device. It is supposed to deal with the impulses that cause the tremors and such. They will do this for both sides of the brain separately so he will have two pacemaker things taking care of each side of his brain. They had the consultation for the surgery two weeks ago. They are waiting to see when he can get in to have the surgery done. They say that they have an extremely high success rate. I am still not as easily reassured.
As far as my upcoming vacation goes, I hit another snag. A while back my biggest worry was finding a place to stay for Lazy Bear, but now when I thought I had bought my plane tickets months ago, I apparently have not. I checked with priceline, no record, I called my credit card company and they didn't have a record of it either. So, thursday I went and bought the tickets on priceline, and I now have confirmation that they are paid for. The downside is that before they were costing around $600 now I paid $1100. Grrr, I know some of you wonder well why didn't I just change or cancel my vacation, my answer is that I want to go, and when I set my mind to something I do it. I will continue to hope that the money to pay for it all will come my way. This is something that I have been needing for a long time. And it is the first time that I will be traveling alone on a vacation this far. The farthest I have gone is a weekend to Oklahoma City. So we'll see how that goes.
OK, now here's the biggest thing I had to deal with this week. It started last Saturday night. Around 8:30 I started instant messaging this guy (see my January posts for reference) that I was with shortly after my grandma's funeral. He told me in an "oh by the way" kind of fashion that he tested positive. Now, before the lectures come, I normally am safe, however I could not remember how the last time I was with him went. I also couldn't remember the exact date either. So I went to work the door at The Other Side with this on my mind. I got to the bar and ordered a shot of the strongest stuff they had. I had two consecutive shots that only took the edge off for about an hour. Never felt drunk, just a little relaxed and after that I felt completely sober. It was probably the adrenaline and the state of shock that I was in. I even went to work that next day. How I did it, I don't know. I even went to supper with my grandma, parents, and two of my brothers for Mother's Day and my dad's birthday which was that same day. They never stopped to ask me what was bothering me, which I was grateful. I was definitely not ready to talk to any of them about it.
That Saturday night at the bar, my best friend Wade however did not give me that luxury. When he first came in with two of his female friends, he kind of sensed that something was wrong but he didn't probe. In fact, he went on about his evening drinking and mingling. I didn't see him again for the whole night until well after 1 am when he came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. He never does this when he's sober, so I knew he was blitzed off his rocker. He started asking me what was bothering me. I tried to tell him that I didn't want to talk about it 1) while he was drunk off his ass and 2) yelling it at the bar in front of others. He wasn't listening and he kept nagging me. Since I couldn't just leave, I gave in and told him to get a Liberty Press. I pointed to the Positive Directions ad and suddenly a light bulb went off in his head and he figured out that I was worried that I might be positive. He tried to comfort me but it was no good because he was drunk.
The only time I was along for those couple of days was when I was sleeping. When I got home from working the door, I crashed then got up and went to work. Right after work I met the family for dinner, then I stopped by my apartment and grabbed my darts and shot a few rounds at the bar then went home and crashed. Then I got up first thing Monday morning and went to get tested before I had to go to work at 10am. At first I went by Positive Directions about 8am only to learn that they didn't open till 9am and they went by appointment because they only had two that could test. So I went to Hunter Health Clinic. I walked in and the lady was very nice. I had the finger prick 10 minute test done. The results were negative, so for now I am relieved. However, I still have to wait a little while to be completely out of the woods, but with that negative test the chances get better that I didn't contract it. If any of you still want to yell at me, that's fine. For me, and I mentioned this to him was that part of me was and still is heart broken that he's now positive, because I trusted him and I cared for him (probably more than I should have for someone who wasn't ready for that and whose still raising two kids). It just seemed that we connected on these levels that I hadn't yet connected with anyone.
Well, that's all I have for now. If you skimmed through it - shame on you.