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Goals and Resolutions oh my!

  • Posted on January 2, 2012 at 11:31 pm
This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Goals and Resolutions 2012

If I set goals and made resolutions for 2011, I certainly didn’t blog about them. SO! New year, new stuff.

Resolution: Get healthy
My diet is slowly improving, and (y’all can tell) I’m cooking more. But I need to do more. Therefore:

Goal: exercise more. There for the longest time I made the excuse that I’m getting enough exercise at work. Yes, I’m moving a lot at work, but it’s not enough. I have an exercise bike, hand weights, and children to chase.

Goal: Be more in control of my diet.1

I’m sure it doesn’t help that I work in a grocery store. Positive, actually. But I bring a lunch to work and then decide I don’t want it. Or skip packing a lunch at all and end up buying a bag of chips, a candy bar, a soda, and fried chicken. Or a corndog. Or chicken salad.

Time to change that.

Resolution: Budget.

There’s no way I could’ve planned for all the financial chaos that ensued in 2011. And to be completely honest, I don’t know that I could’ve saved enough money to handle everything. Therefore:

Goal: Develop a side business. I’m not making enough money. That needs to change.

Goal: Track spending. I need to know where what little bit of money I’ve got is going. It’s not enough to check the bank account to see if I’ve got it before I spend.

I think that’s enough for now, don’t you? We’ll have a periodic check-in on what’s happening.

  1. This is a dual goal, dealing with both budget and diet [↩]

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Interlude: Humiliations Galore

  • Posted on April 30, 2009 at 5:07 pm
This entry is part 4 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

His parents went to Greensboro for dinner and a hotel room to celebrate a special family occasion.

Which means that we had one of the very few chances for us to have some quiet alone time.

After a full day that involved trying to pull the toilet in my bathroom to unclog it (can’t do it – one of the bolts is rusted on) (calling him to find out if he can help me but he didn’t answer the call til 3 hours later), cleaning, shopping for / trying to find pants for work and then going to work (at a grocery store. during thanksgiving shopping week. you do the math), flipping out on Miss “I’m not STUPID I made sure all the leaves were way way far away before I set the stuff on fire in the driveway” (but without making sure that the waterhose actually FUNCTIONS) during my dinner break I was exhausted.

I dropped the go-kart off at the house (after work. At 1130pm) and rode with him back to his house, where I learned the HARD way that hot water lasts about five minutes. So much for that hawt shower scene he had planned….

So I dried my shudderingly shivering body off and listened to him talk about how the heating element needs to be fixed (dude? I have a 50 gallon hot water heater set to 120 degrees – I can shower while the dishwasher runs and STILL finish my shower pink and pleasantly toasty). Then we made our way to the bedroom where his plan included shaving. With a set of loud 20 yr old clippers. I lost count of how many times he nicked me with that thing. The vibration was somewhat pleasant though.

Did I mention his bedroom used to be the side porch? It was just a smidge freezing in there. And there’s just enough room for a twin bed, a computer desk, and a small dresser. Claustrophobia anyone?

THEN he realized that I would need another shower since hair was everywhere. The good news? The hot water heater had regenned. The bad news? again – not nearly long enough. Cold. Coldcoldcoldcoldcold.

Y’all? it’s 1am by now and I’m fried. And rocking in his bed trying to get warm and calm the exhaustion-related panic attack that’s right around the corner. And all I could think of was my lovely bottle of meds tucked away into my medicine cabinet. At my house.

Unfortunately, I failed miserably. I spent the next 45 minutes in his mama’s bathroom sick as a dog – complete with vomiting.

He did reasonably well by me, but couldn’t quite grasp the WHY involved in my sickness.

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Timing, they say, is everything.

  • Posted on April 22, 2009 at 5:12 pm

There is a man I run into with an irregular regularity at the grocery store. Which is to say that he always catches my attention, but rarely at an opportune moment for conversation.

Today was such an occasion. A quick trip, a dash, a dart for forgotten ingredients – get in, get out, get home before the recipe is ruined.

(How do you hurry Dan and Joe through the store? Pretend you’re a race car complete with VROOM noises and walk quickly. They give chase, complete with breathless shouts of “HEY! GET BACK HERE!”)

(Yes, people look. No, I don’t really care. I’d rather they laugh than whine any day of the week.)

At any rate, today while I was vrooming my way around the store, I very nearly crashed into this man. Said “Hi!”, grabbed the forgotten item, and dashed back to the boys.

Yet another inopportune moment, it would seem.

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Strep. AGAIN.

  • Posted on April 14, 2009 at 11:31 am

I have strep for the second time in a month. The doctor asked me if I’d been exposed.

I looked at him over my glasses and said “I work in a grocery store”.

He nodded, sighed and handed me the script for my SECOND round of antibiotics.

So, my friends, hear my cry:

IF YOU ARE SICK STAY HOME!!!!!

Similarly – if you are sick, yet thoughtful enough to call the store and SAY “I am sick, do you have someone that can pull a few things for me?” most of the time we can accomodate you. However, the response to “I’m sorry ma’am, I won’t have enough staff to do that for another two hours” is neither Your competition would do it for me!!! or whining BUT I NEEEEEEEEED NOOOOOOOOOOOW!.

Yes, my competition would do it for you – it is a service they offer for a fee AND they have a staff member that is dedicated to meeting that need.

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Be kind to your Cashier today.

  • Posted on December 24, 2007 at 11:37 am

For those of you in the grocery store: We’re sorry you’re standing in line, but if there were anyone else available to run a register, they would BE running one. We know you’re tired and stressed and still have to COOK that cart full of stuff you just bought. No, scanning your discount card again isn’t going to help. Please have your ID in hand unless you’re obviously over 40. You may be a regular customer, but Thanksgiving and Christmas is all a blur and your case of beer isn’t worth getting fired over. When she grunts and groans over moving yet another turkey/ham/case of drinks, your smartass comments about going to the gym aren’t appreciated in any way shape or form. She’s moved the better part of a truckload of each – can you say you’ve moved 2000+ lbs an hour for 6-8 hours?

For those of you in the toy/department store: We know you’re tired and stressed, but it’s not like Christmas Season is a surprise. Stop whining about paying as much for the batteries as you did the toy. When you pick up the toy, write down the size of battery and stop by the dollar store next door. Or? Save your sanity and pick out something that doesn’t require batteries. It’s not the cashier’s fault your “Must Have” toy is sold out – you knew it was a “must have” back before Thanksgiving WHY didn’t you get it then??!!?? Stop stressing over whether or not the kids will like the cartload of stuff you’re picking up. The answer is “NO.”

They want to play in the box it came in.

Keep in mind that your cashier has been standing in front of that stupid boop boop boop reader for what seems like an eternity. She does not psychically know what the sales sign says, nor can she leave her post to go look at it. All she has to look at is the sales paper at her register – and if it’s an in-store deal that’s not ringing up properly it’s not HER fault. There is no Psychic Store Employees Network, just the store manager-on-duty.

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Unconscious Mutterings Week 252

  • Posted on December 2, 2007 at 10:48 am

No, I haven’t done all two hundred fifty-two of them. I probably should, though.

  1. Music :: classical
  2. Insanity :: isn’t just a diagnosis, it’s a way of life.
  3. Curtain :: call
  4. Nickname :: Tink
  5. Container :: flatbed
  6. Roast :: beep, beddy thing***
  7. Thong :: no. Just no.
  8. Purple :: people eater
  9. Holidays :: havoc
  10. Christmas tree :: tradition

***Once upon a time, I worked in a grocery store deli. I had one delightful customer with a heavily “non native speaker” accent come in once a week and that was how she placed her order (roast beef, very thin).

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