My head is so full of thoughts right now, so I’m going to do my best to get them down on paper.
I’ll start by saying I’m still sick. I’m near the end of it, I do believe, but my nose is still a faucet. I have two doses of cold meds left, and I plan to take them tomorrow. The catch is, I’m not so sure how well they are working. I guess it would help if I took them like directed. But I don’t take anything every 4 hours. I’m doing good to take something every 12 hours.
I’ve been very stressed this past week. First there was the thing I’m not talking about that allowed me to get sick in the first place. Then there is the stress of working sick. Which I’m not good at. Hours also got cut at work which has me on edge. 100 hours were removed from the weekly schedule. She didn’t single any one person out. We all lost hours evenly. But I really can’t afford it right now. It’s suppose to be a temp thing. Like 2 weeks worth of cut hours. But still… I owe the electric company about 500$ still. We keep paying as much as we can, but it’s not going away and we just rack up more bill each month. We have talked to them and have worked out a payment plan. So hopefully we’ll be in the clear with them in a few months. But in the meantime we are very stressed out over it.
Also, my sisters wedding is tomorrow. And I’m one of the photographers. And everyone keeps telling me not to stress over that. We’ve hired Brenda on to work with me so I don’t have to stress over it. But everyone around me is stressed over every little detail and stress is contagious. So I’m stressed. I’ll just be happy when this is all said and done.
Meanwhile I’m so very happy for my sister. I think her wedding will be unique and beautiful. It’s steam punk themed and every little detail reflects their personality. The dress was designed by the groom, Joe. Her head piece was hand built by Joe. The flowers were hand crafted by Rachel and Joe. The decorations were hand crafted by Rachel and Joe. Except for the glass bowls in the center of each table. They all have a layer of nuts and bolts in them, filled with water, and floating candles. Seven of the bowls have a beta fish each and red colored glass rocks instead of the candles and hardware. The cake is a work of art that I promise to share with you.
The groom couldn’t be a better fit. They are so happy with each other and take such good care of each other. I don’t think a better match could have been picked. We all love Joe. My kids adore him. He adores them. He is magic. Pure magic.
So back to work. I’m still not as fast as I’m suppose to be. It’s really frustrating. But the degree to which I care about how things are bagged is what’s slowing me down. And I’m not sure I’m willing to compromise that. I’m in the process of being coached and have been given some tips and tricks. I’m just not sure how much faster I can go. The people who are fast enough are mostly crappy baggers. And I’m not willing to be crappy at that.
If the coaching doesn’t work I’ll be kept mainly on fast lanes or will be assigned a different department. I’m not upset over this. I’m kinda numb to it. My job isn’t in danger and that’s what matters to me. So I guess that is that. I’ll know more in a week and a half.
I guess that’s all for now. I’m going to bed before too very long. Big day tomorrow and all.