Work Ethic @ MindSay 
As of today, it's been three weeks since I've pulled my head hair! I'm really happy about it :D. I "feel" my bald spots every couple days and I can feel some hair coming in. Unfortunately, it's growing really slowly, but I guess that's what happens when you pull out hair from the roots: your hair has to grow back the root, the little beginning of the hair underneath the scalp, and then finally the hair that you see outside the scalp.
I'm still pulling from my eyelashes and eyebrows, but I haven't pulled too much out. I'd still like to stop it, but I have other things to worry about changing...mainly my work habits in school...I can't fail this year! But I'm thinking of using this weekend as a "catch up weekend". I'm hoping it'll work. I've planned stuff like this in the past many many many times before, but I was always too much of a lazy ass to do anything. However, I got my social worker at school behind me on this (she suggested it), so maybe this time will be different...
Oh! Speaking about counseling, I finally got my letter from St. Joe's (the hospital)! I don't think I mentioned this in the past, but I'm going to go to a real counselor to help me with my trichotillomania and especially with my work initiative. The letter says I have to call to make an appointment, but the hours according to the answering machine are 8am-4pm, so I got to get up early tomorrow to call. Fat chance I'll do that, but I'll try.
I have no idea how long it'll be till I can get into see the counselor, but I hope it's within a month. I want to try and better myself as soon as possible.
-Kristal
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Do you sense any of a George Bush "Mission Accomplished" attitude here?
I feel like every post I step up to the podium and talk tough about how "this is the time" and "now it's gonna happen," but in actuality I focus on my job and then lay around with my wife, watching television. That Writer's Market she gave me sits uncracked, because none of my novels are passed draft one. I haven't even taken the time to go back and try to "perfect" them -- I just keep writing new ones, and as I do that, my old ones become less and less relevant. And none of them become worthy of sending to agents.
And then I randomly pop on this blog, spout off what would be cheesy clichés in a sports movie, and the whole process repeats.
I've been becoming more of a slacker. I've written, what, four books since beginning this blog, in addition to getting married, getting promoted, getting promoted again, and buying a new house. I used to have Herculean Nicholas Sparks energy. I'd feel like I was wasting precious time if I just sat around doing nothing, so while my wife lounged I'd break out the laptop and start writing.
But she's ruined me, I tells ya, ruined me. Now, I want nothing more than to spend an entire Sunday sprawled out with her, doing absolutely nothing. Never would I have enjoyed that. To the contrary, I would have gone totally mad raving crazy eyed bonkers.
But now I look forward to it. And my writing career has suffered.
But as I prepare to hop on a train to travel into Hoboken, NJ, to a building overlooking the water, with the New York skyline beyond, I'm thinking to myself, is that really so bad? I had a good run, and I'm sure I'll get back into it eventually -- there's still all those ideas kicking around, and all my old works that need to be upgraded -- but for now, can't I just enjoy spending time with my wife, doing absolutely nothing?
For now…
I got a phone call 15 minutes before I was going to leave for work...it was
Diana: I'm sorry but I'm going to have to let you go. You have an very good work ethic but you can't take enough hours to get enough appointments to hit the quota and there are no other positions that I can move you to. I will give you a shining recomendation if you need one at your next place of work. But I would still like to keep you on call for computer work if I should need any. *insert laugh here*
Michelle: Oh...well thank you and yeah that's fine.
(Translation: You fucking whore! Yeah you can call me but good luck getting ahold of me with caller ID you stupid bitch!)
Diana: Well alright bye.
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am I pissed off?...oh definately yes...
On the other side Margie has fucked up 8 parties in the last MONTH
I bailed her out of ALL of them...
I was the one who covered for Margie when Elly was on a rampage
I was the one who took care of the psycho customer
I was the one who fixed the till when she rang in 12 returns as deposits...
I was NOT the one who should have been 'let go'
I should have been the one to take Margie's job when SHE was 'let go'
I told her that I delt better with men than women. I warned her.
She ignored me.
I am SO unbelievably pissed off...
After the phone call I shattered a vase against the wall...
I cut the side of my hand trying to pick it up
I am not proud of doing that and it did not make me feel better
and all it got me was yelling.
Kayla to the rescue...then my mom kidnapped me...
I had drinks...I'm more sober than I was which is way better...
But I am still pretty tipsy and I can't find the fucking oreos
and the bastard who drank the last of my mountain dew is going to fucking die.
So now I am unemployed, depressed, and have no oreos or mountain dew
Run...
I really need to talk to Leif...
He always makes shit better >.<
Taking a job is acceptance of conditions and responsibilities of the position for a specified wage. Recently, taking on part-time work to create some stability, I am working retail at entry-level. It's not a high paying position, the work is very physical, and it's a bit of a dirty job at times. Nonetheless, the workplace is friendly, the customers are great, and I get to visit with many animals and animal lovers every day. The enjoyment of the position, customer relations, and the staff makes up for the lower pay and physical strain. After a week though, witnessing the lack of work-ethic of others on the team, I begin to feel disillusioned.
Here's the thing: It's not a high paying job and it doesn't require a lot of skill. This job requires people who are willing to work, meet people, and keep shelves stocked and the store clean. Easy stuff. When one person on staff blows off the responsibilities, others who aren't thrilled with the work slack off too. This may not seem like a big deal but sooner or later, the work still has to be done and someone will have to do it. The person who will do it will be a colleague. So how does it feel to be someone who slacks off and has others do the bulk of the work? I honestly don't understand this lack of teamwork.
Working together as a team, doing the little things -- again the little things make the big difference -- helps everyone keep on top of the job duties and makes the work lighter for everyone. Everyone complains about the troublesome aspects of the work, and yet, they do little to accommodate procedures that will make it easier for everyone. Instead, they brush off the importance of doing the little things and let the little things get out of hand until a big problem exists. Once it's out of hand, someone will be assigned the job of cleaning up the mess. How much resentment ends up being created on the team as this occurs?
I want to bring this to everyone's attention. This is important. Your work ethic is important to your personal integrity and the integrity of the team. Give your all to whatever you agree to undertake. If you made a mistake, don't ride the coat-tails of others. Instead, get out and find another job that better suits your temperament. The other people on the job don't deserve the burden of carrying your load.
