:: Venting Insanity ::

:: Tuesday, August 05, 2003 ::

let the rat race begin
I go from being talked down to like I'm dumb to having everyone talking at once about twenty different methods because they're all too stubborn to think about any other way. On top of that, Bill has this thing where he has to be overly involved in everything.

Last time, I had Bill telling me one thing and Billy telling me something completely different. Then, they would go at each other for about two hours or so about how they supposedly had it worked out ahead of time on how they would do it...

Riiiiight...

i don't belong
And, because I was gone for a while after basically feeling useless for a few months, I keep getting the feeling like Lori and Patty aren't thrilled with my return. Not that I ever really got the feeling they liked me anyway. Of course, by the end of the day, Lori was all cool with me being there and chatting away like crazy.

Go fig.

what's my motivation?
Of course, it's not being there was completely my choice. I need the money, so I'm semi-motivated to go back. If the last thing hadn't fallen through, I certainly wouldn't be back there. I love my dad, so it's not that, but I hate going in there. It's the company and the whole situation that place is in.

the rut dad's in
I wish there was a way I could convince him to get out of there. But he's convinced he's not going to find anything better. Granted, most places he goes aren't going to pay quite as much because he doesn't have a degree. Still, his 30-some-odd years of experience and company loyalty has to show for something. And, if he's willing to go for night classes and other training, he could work his way up to more.

I really think my dad is getting the shaft here. He's very good at what he does and has an extremely strong work ethic. He's laid back and doesn't argue a lot. He gets along with almost anyone. He's an excellent team player. He could advance and get raises quickly if he was willing to take the intial risk of leaving.

I'd also rather he did it on his own terms instead of when this POS company finally flounders its last splash before sinking to the bottom. If he waits until then, it'll be too late, and there will be a lot more pressure on him. The last thing he needs is more pressure.

bad news
I also found out that Gene in inventory has lung cancer. He's going in for surgery tomorrow during the day. They're doing a conference call in the morning to his room to cheer him up a bit before he goes in. I just hope he comes back from it. My grandfather got a few more years, but it hit him hard the second time, and he didn't pull through.

tiredness
Nothing in the mail yet as far as license or debit card. I'm getting antsy. I also haven't been mailed my wallet back, yet. {{sigh}} I'm going to call the Lost and Found again tomorrow and see if they got anything in. {{crosses fingers}}

I know it's pointless since we blocked all the cards and stuff, but I really liked that wallet. I kinda want it back, you know? Also, there's the whole closure thing. I mean, it's not like it got ripped or something and I had to throw it out. I'd like to know where it ended up. Of course, a Coach leather wallet isn't exactly cheap. It might never come back.

And, while I don't speak with the person who gave it to me anymore (one of my ex-boyfriends' mother), I still liked the wallet. I've been using it since I graduated high school, for crying out loud. She gave it to me for graduation!

plans for the weekend
Estelle called while I was out today. I called her back and we're going to try to hang out Friday. I hope I'm not too tired. I'm exhausted as it is while I'm writing this. I still want to hang out, though. I just have no way to get cash unless I go to the branch at Broadway Mall near work. ^^;; At least, not for 5-10 business days after last Friday. {{dies}}

plans for tomorrow
Then there's the meeting tomorrow for the health portal web site. I'm going to be late as it is, since I have to get my car before heading back to Farmingdale. Talk about a crazy trip. I'm not going to be able to hang about at home before heading right back out to the meeting. And I asked Bill how many days he wanted me in. He said he'd like me in "...like everyday for the next 2 or 3 weeks..." Which means I should go in tomorrow. Getting out of there by 5, home, and then back to Farmingdale by 6:30 ain't happening. I told Rob not to wait and that I'd be late to the meeting.

There's always the other option. Rob e-mailed me back saying he could take me home after the meeting if Dad wanted to drop me at the diner. He said he's heading out to Manorville afterwards, which is past me from Farmingdale. I'll have to debate that one. He said he'd call me in the morning, and I have an alternate e-mail to catch him at. I have some time to decide.

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