…just another random person's thoughts & digressions.
Feeling mildly depressed, but not really over much of anything.
Found the music to go along with it; a Pandora station based off of Silverchair’s “Tomorrow”.
Been kinda busy enough at work.
I dunno. Not a lot to say, right now.
A few thoughts that popped while driving to work:
I hate being such an asshole at times.
Whatever happened to pride-swallowing agree to disagree?
How can someone be so in love with someone as to sacrifice some of their own happiness?
I don’t know. Those are the thoughts. Meanwhile, I got interrupted in writing those down to help some guy in the lot figure out where his washer fluid went. Guess there’s my good deed for the day. Dear karma, take notice, and tell me I can go home.
I need to find a way out of this odd depressive funk I’ve landed myself into.
I dunno.
Again, not a lot of time this morning. I’ll be taking Nivea to the high school for her shadowing thing, so that means cutting out a little bit earlier than usual. But I’m trying to keep this habit up. I’m glad that it seems that I’ve been able to force myself into writing somewhat regularly, again. It also seems to be helping with my mood and spirits a bit.
I’m also going to attempt to change a few other habits and introduce a few more. Included in that mess is the idea of trying to quit smoking, again. It’s going to be hell.
I sent the kids on the bus this morning, instead of taking them in. They didn’t seem to mind. I took them on Monday–Nivea’s first shadow day. I’d thought about taking them, but it seemed that none of them were aware of Nivea’s shadowing thing, so I figured I’d just keep things easier for me. This way, I only need to manage my way up to the hilltop and back down, instead of up, down, and looping back round through town. I’ll just end up a little early for work, because I won’t have enough time to come back home. Monday was kind of awesome in that respect, as I was scheduled in an hour later than usual, so I had time to come back home.
My neck and left shoulder hurts. Sleep hasn’t been all that great, recently.
I’m somehow planning on cramming a ton of housework into tomorrow, as well as shopping for supplies, doing some absentee voting, getting an eye exam, and hopefully squaring away a few billing and scheduling issues with Violet’s therapist. I’m not really looking forward to all of that. I need another day off.
I need a vacation.
I wish I could burn up some of my PTO whenever I wanted, but I have to save it to align with time that Ashlee has put it. A selfish part of me wants to scream, “It’s my time, I can use it when I want,” but I know that doing so would be to the detriment of the family. I just need to hang on long enough to working with the company to get into the same bracket of earnings as Ashlee. Of course, once I hit that, I’m pretty sure she’ll be bumping up into a higher bracket, so we’ll never match, and I’ll still end up having to take time whenever I can have it meet something of hers.
I hope I have a decent day at work, today. I hope that maybe they’ll send me home. Yes, I keep holding out for that stupid thought.
I need to check on my garden. It got pretty cold last night. I’m taking the gardening slightly more serious this year, but I’m still looking at it with the attitude of throw seeds in the dirt and see what happens.
Well, I reckon it’s time to go.
I feel trapped. I’m stuck where I’m at here at work. I’m really not liking it a whole lot in lawn and garden. There’s not enough freight to run. There’s too many instances of having to play both the cashier and the door host. I hate it. But I can’t promote. Sure, I could. But if I did, Ashlee and I would fall out of sync on days off, again. I’d love for her to come day side, but again, days off would fall out of sync. So I’m trapped. I hate this.
“Research suggests that chronic loneliness carries a health risk equivalent to smoking 15 cigarettes a day and is more dangerous than obesity”
Fuck. Guess I’m actually a two- to three- pack a day smoker.
I figured out how to auto-generate a title for when I’m too lazy to come up with one for my WP posts. I’m using a little snippet of code I found here.
The only notable differences are that I changed my date formatting, and added ‘post_name’ => ” to the update array in order to set a slug based off the title instead of going with the post ID.
People do not seem to understand how the Internet and search engines work; they also seem to have forgotten the concept of catalogs. On a near daily basis I’m faced with a customer with either their phone in hand or at the ready with a Google result for an item listed on *******.com, expecting us to have it in stock and on the sales floor. Earlier today, a couple of guys came in looking to get a push mower listed at the top of their Google results for $128. The one guy asked me what was up with Google showing that we had a cheap mower, yet none of the mowers we had on the shelf were under $300. I couldn’t take not being halfway smart anymore, and explained that when using Google or any search engine, it may pull results that aren’t necessarily in the store, and may only be available online; I then followed it up by saying, “Remember the Sears catalog? Just because it’s in the catalog doesn’t necessarily mean it’s in the store.” He said he understood that, but wanted an explanation of the pricing. I then explained that sometimes the company offers separate sale prices for items purchased on the site, and ships them directly to the customer address. I should’ve, but didn’t go further; I feel I should’ve told him that, like Amazon, not all listings are sold or fulfilled by the company, but by a third party seller, like Joe’s Refurb Mowers. I get the feeling though that the guy would be another one of those that would want to claim false advertising, bait and switch tactics, etc.
I don’t know. It just irks me that, here we are, thirty years into e-commerce, and God knows how far into concepts like mail order delivery, and the general consumer is so incredibly lost and stupid.
OMFG, what is up with people? About an hour ago, maybe, I had a nice little blow up between customers right in front of me at the register. What had happened was an elderly couple pulled up to the register in their respective mart carts, having the wrong direction. No biggie; there wasn’t a line, yet, and what they wanted to purchase wouldn’t take long. Except it did. One of the plants was missing the UPC, so I had to look it up. The card reader also decided to act up on the gentleman’s debit card. So, a line forms. But the line forms in the wrong direction, because everyone realizes that two mart carts are difficult to reverse and impossible to turn around in the space they occupied. Still, no biggie. Until one lady appears going in the direction traffic is supposed to flow; she appeared immediately following my cashing out the customer that was behind the first couple. So the one going the normal directional flow takes it upon herself to verbally attack the lady that followed the couple for going the wrong direction.
I’ve got another story to tell about something else that happened not long after, but break is almost over. Hopefully I’ll remember to share it when lunch comes. It’s a repeating sort of story that frustrates me almost daily.
Out of nowhere this morning, Mr. Six popped into my mind.
In completely unrelated news, I took the kids to school this morning. It was kinda nice watching everyone get ready, gather, then load up. I took everyone since I had to take Nivea to the high school for her to do her teacher shadowing thing. Even more awesome is the fact that I was scheduled in an hour later this morning, so I was able to come back home. I’m now sitting here in the kitchen waiting for Ashlee to arrive from work.
I did a silly thing last night. After the youngest went to bed I left Nivea to watch over things while I made a trip to work to surprise Ashlee with some late Mother’s Day flowers. She said she was just a little embarrassed to have me pop in and interrupt the meeting. I think it was worth it. Still kinda silly, though.
I’m in a little bit of a better mood this morning. I still don’t wanna go to work, as I still see way too many things that I could be doing around the house.
I think I hear an Ashlee car’s speakers bumping outside, so I guess I’ll end this here. Maybe I’ll write a bit more tonight.
