Monthly Archives: August 2013

Blog August Twenty Nine

It’s not that I’m slacking. It’s not that I’m lazy. It’s not that I’ve given up. I started a “real” grown up life. I am slowly transitioning from having loads free time, to nearly any at all. That is why this is my first post in almost a month. So I’m just going to blog about a few things here and there for today.

I have two new-ish jobs. One I think I have told you about, an automotive parts factory. The other, Jimmy John’s where I deliver freaky fast delicious sandwiches. Autometer is a lovely place. And overall, I don’t mind working there. Friendly people and easy work with overtime and benefits. The thing I hate is the tiring work and pain of lower back and feet. One thing I did want to talk about this though is one of my co-workers.

At first I thought he was just friendly like everyone else. (Let’s call him Tom for security reasons). Well, Tom is nice, but there was just a hint of a motive there. At first, every time he saw me he said “Hi, How are you?” And I mean every time. We cross paths approximately ten times a day. Then he asked when my breaks where so we could get a ‘chance to talk.’ That’s when the first light popped in my head, Tom is into me. I’m going to assume by his looks that he is at least fifteen years older than me. There is nothing wrong with that, people of different ages date all the time. There was another day where he asked if he could get me anything for lunch. I already had my lunch packed so I turned him down. However, he asked me at least three times if I was sure. That was another light blub that he was into me. Then there was a day that he told me he couldn’t leave work because I “stole his heart.” I turn to finish my work and say “Oh.” No matter how many times I turn him down, he doesn’t get it that I am not into him. That weekend was our company picnic. Of course, you all know about my boyfriend, Batman. I brought him with for the free food and beer (that will get him to go anywhere with me). I did see Tom, and he waved to me. I thought he would have realized that I have a boyfriend, but since the picnic he has suggested we have lunch together, take a break together so we could talk, and go see a volleyball game together. The guy just doesn’t get it. Though, maybe I should say “No thanks, I have a boyfriend.” sometime, but that just never seems to fit into the conversation.

The only things that I ever really have to say about Jimmy John’s is “WHY DON’T PEOPLE KNOW THEIR ADDRESS???” and rants about not getting a tip. Which I understand tips are for doing good things and not everyone tips, but that is the majority of my paycheck. There is no point in having a second job if I am not making any money.

I just need to find a real life grownup job to apply for and not be miserable about my work situations. I guess, not miserable, but just disliking my situation. The only way to fix what you don’t like is to change it, I guess.

Blog August One

In my entire life I can only remember being disliked twice. I don’t really care, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. The first, was understandable. The second…well, we’ll get to that in a moment.

So the first time was in High School, well over 7 years ago. I was the lighting manager for our school’s theatre program. It was in January during our showcase of ten minute plays. My job was to fade in and out the lights for the plays, which I believe were about 5-6 of them (Hey, it was a long time ago, I don’t remember exactly anymore). At the time, I was dating my first ever boyfriend. He was backstage with me… and well it was dumb I know because I was in High School and had an important job. We hadn’t even had our first kiss at that point yet. We were just sitting back stage talking quietly with another friend of mine. Usually I was very good about switching the lights at the right moment, but because I was a silly High Schooler with my first boyfriend, I was a few seconds late on one of the blackouts. It was during a short play with mostly senior actors and the ending depended on the black out for dramatic effect. I knew I was wrong and I got in trouble for it by the theatre teacher. But because the seniors in the short play were “serious” about their work I heard from the grapevine one of them called me a “slut.” At the time I barely knew the meaning of the word.. And as I had mentioned, I hadn’t even had my first kiss at that point. That left me thinking “What the hell, Mate?” I make an honest mistake, get called something offensive. The girl who said it didn’t know me very well. I fixed the problem and was really good about it the next show night. I’m sure she’s forgotten about it, and I’m not still mad about it. I’ve learned from the experience.

Now the second time I’ve been told someone was mad/disliked me started my first day of my new job three weeks ago. Now, this job is pretty easy, working at a automotive gauge factory stocking shelves in the shipping department. I get a load of product, scan to see where it belongs, take it to said location. When I don’t have new product to stock, I walk around to see if any cases can be broken down and put on the shelf. Or I straighten out shelves. And since I’ve been really good at putting things away and keeping everything well organized, I’ve even had time to take product off shelves, clean shelf of dust bunnies, put product back on shelf in a very neat manner. I’ve gotten compliments from my boss on how well I’m doing compared to others of the past. Now one of the people who I work with has had a problem with me from day one. I noticed on day two when I walked in and said good morning, she just gave me a blank stare and kept walking. I’ve learned so far that the main reason she doesn’t like me is because I am not like the person who I replaced. My first few days I was learning how to do things. They had even told me that the things that I did wrong was only because they didn’t tell me the right way. Once I learned the ropes, I was still doing things wrong in this person’s eye. I still wasn’t the man who I replaced. It is three weeks since I started and I still get a certain look when I pass by this woman. I’ve since learned that she had somewhat of a crush on the man, and well I am not the man… nor am I a man in general. I’m basically hated for what I see as no reason. You can’t judge a person for the person they are not. That is what she is doing and it bugs the crap out of me. Also, my opinion is that even if you dislike a person for whatever reason, you should still be nice to them. Or am I wrong? I guess it doesn’t matter because she has put in her two week notice and I won’t have to see her anymore.

Well that’s my rant for my blogging side of my blog. What is your opinion? Am I just crazy and does she have a right to hate me?