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( Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:12 am)
First, let me say YAY that [livejournal.com profile] rewil is here for her visit. W00t.

So, this last week I have been running around doing the spring cleaning/we're about to have company spaz dance and yelling things like "We need to move the dryer and clean up the lint behind it"... erm, wtf?

Seriously, I have lost my mind.

I would like to remind everyone that I had my sister down to visit just a month or so ago and at that point my cleaning efforts were something like "We should vacuum or something. Maybe wash that dish."

Perhaps it started because Rewil is allergic to the cats so I wanted to try to de-fur at least one room sort of, but then it just ballooned from there.

I was actually disappointed that I had not had time to reorganize the storage shelves in the laundry nook. *headdesk*

Anywho - cleaning is mostly done for a very long time (we still want to clean up the dog's bathroom and turn it back into a guest bath at some point) and I have a house guest to pamper. Pamper in the ask her to help me set up a rock garden, retile my bathroom, cook for us sense.

Toodles.
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missmiah: (Wire Hangers)
( Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:12 am)
First, let me say YAY that [livejournal.com profile] rewil is here for her visit. W00t.

So, this last week I have been running around doing the spring cleaning/we're about to have company spaz dance and yelling things like "We need to move the dryer and clean up the lint behind it"... erm, wtf?

Seriously, I have lost my mind.

I would like to remind everyone that I had my sister down to visit just a month or so ago and at that point my cleaning efforts were something like "We should vacuum or something. Maybe wash that dish."

Perhaps it started because Rewil is allergic to the cats so I wanted to try to de-fur at least one room sort of, but then it just ballooned from there.

I was actually disappointed that I had not had time to reorganize the storage shelves in the laundry nook. *headdesk*

Anywho - cleaning is mostly done for a very long time (we still want to clean up the dog's bathroom and turn it back into a guest bath at some point) and I have a house guest to pamper. Pamper in the ask her to help me set up a rock garden, retile my bathroom, cook for us sense.

Toodles.
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( Sep. 24th, 2004 03:06 pm)
I opened the mailbox to find my last paycheck from the store.

I'm figuring maybe fifty bucks after taxes (since I worked seven hours max).

There was my seven hours. Plus another SEVENTY! Hahaha... my anniversary date kicked over during that last two weeks and I suddenly had another seventy hours of vacation... hahahaha.... and they paid me for it....

Oh, that was funny. *snort*

ETA: They gave me a raise! On my last paycheck! OMG - There aren't words. There really aren't.
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( Sep. 24th, 2004 03:06 pm)
I opened the mailbox to find my last paycheck from the store.

I'm figuring maybe fifty bucks after taxes (since I worked seven hours max).

There was my seven hours. Plus another SEVENTY! Hahaha... my anniversary date kicked over during that last two weeks and I suddenly had another seventy hours of vacation... hahahaha.... and they paid me for it....

Oh, that was funny. *snort*

ETA: They gave me a raise! On my last paycheck! OMG - There aren't words. There really aren't.
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( Sep. 14th, 2004 03:54 pm)
Mailman came by. No real mail of importance. Which leads me to...

Dear HR Person at Former Place of Employment, )

And while I'm in this kind of a mood...

Dear Pervy Guy at the Laundromat, )
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( Sep. 14th, 2004 03:54 pm)
Mailman came by. No real mail of importance. Which leads me to...

Dear HR Person at Former Place of Employment, )

And while I'm in this kind of a mood...

Dear Pervy Guy at the Laundromat, )
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( Sep. 11th, 2004 01:31 am)
It's another dual post night, I think. One public, one f-lock.

On the public side - Was informed that I was very close to securing the library job (in the top two, actually) but it went to someone with more experience with children. Since I had a sleeping child plastered across my chest at the time of the phone call, the irony of the situation was a bit... upsetting.

Stopped by the store today, whilst watching the baby. Ended up ringing up customers while L looked for the last of my Avon order for me, with one hand on the register and the other rocking the baby's stroller so that she wouldn't get too restless. Also answered questions for one the VP's about the postman and trying to get the store's pick-up time moved to later in the day (something I was working on before I left). All I really wanted was some K-State purple paint for the lawn gnome I'm working on.

[livejournal.com profile] beeform, do not be surprised if I call you sometime in the next week or three about the vacuum thing. But first, I must con convince someone to completely take care of help me with the spider problem here at the house.

They have webbed over my mailbox. Literally. And tonight, one of them (a large one) sat there in the dark, waiting for me to reach for the mail. It jumped at me. However, years of arachnophobic reflexes kicked in and I was able to skillfully sidestep the leaping menace. This time.
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( Sep. 11th, 2004 01:31 am)
It's another dual post night, I think. One public, one f-lock.

On the public side - Was informed that I was very close to securing the library job (in the top two, actually) but it went to someone with more experience with children. Since I had a sleeping child plastered across my chest at the time of the phone call, the irony of the situation was a bit... upsetting.

Stopped by the store today, whilst watching the baby. Ended up ringing up customers while L looked for the last of my Avon order for me, with one hand on the register and the other rocking the baby's stroller so that she wouldn't get too restless. Also answered questions for one the VP's about the postman and trying to get the store's pick-up time moved to later in the day (something I was working on before I left). All I really wanted was some K-State purple paint for the lawn gnome I'm working on.

[livejournal.com profile] beeform, do not be surprised if I call you sometime in the next week or three about the vacuum thing. But first, I must con convince someone to completely take care of help me with the spider problem here at the house.

They have webbed over my mailbox. Literally. And tonight, one of them (a large one) sat there in the dark, waiting for me to reach for the mail. It jumped at me. However, years of arachnophobic reflexes kicked in and I was able to skillfully sidestep the leaping menace. This time.
I drove up to Marysville for the job interview this morning. The Director of the Library had been called away unexpectedly and therefore my interview was being conducted by the Children's Librarian-type person. Who would actually be the person I would be working with most of the time. If I got the job.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The interview went well, I think. I didn't have a problem with the "Sort these books by Dewey Decimal" section of the interview. Apparently, people actually fail that part when they can't figure out how to put things in number order or even upright in stack. I read I Want a Pet out loud to the interviewer. Up until the moment I opened my mouth to read, I was incredibly embarrassed to be reading a children's book out loud to an audience of a single person. The single person who would be making the decision of my future employment. However, I think the reading went well.

I really despise feeling the need to sell myself like a used car. It's creepy.

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, why can't I find a handsome (Alan Rickman?), rich man to make me a kept woman and to support me in the lifestyle that I would like to become accustomed to? Is that too much to ask? I'm sure I'd be the other woman so I could totally stay married to DH when I wasn't out spending my Sugar Daddy's hard earned money and having hot-hot luv in weird and kinky places. I bet I'd even be in a good enough mood to order DH some pizza on the days (and nights, thankyouverymuch Mr. Rickman) when I'd be gone. Cause, you know, I'm a concerned spouse.

What was I saying?

Oh, crap, who cares? The important thing is that within a matter of hours I got a call asking me to COME BACK FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!! *Miah breaks into some rhythm-lacking dance moves that vaguely resemble seizures and barely refrains from shouting "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday!" Which, technically, isn't true as my birthday is just over a month away, which gives you a bit of time to finish your shopping. That was a hint, BTW.*

Of course, the cap to this wondrous day came as I was being driven to dinner with friends and I realized that if I get this job...

I would be a Librarian.

A Children's Librarian.
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I drove up to Marysville for the job interview this morning. The Director of the Library had been called away unexpectedly and therefore my interview was being conducted by the Children's Librarian-type person. Who would actually be the person I would be working with most of the time. If I got the job.

I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The interview went well, I think. I didn't have a problem with the "Sort these books by Dewey Decimal" section of the interview. Apparently, people actually fail that part when they can't figure out how to put things in number order or even upright in stack. I read I Want a Pet out loud to the interviewer. Up until the moment I opened my mouth to read, I was incredibly embarrassed to be reading a children's book out loud to an audience of a single person. The single person who would be making the decision of my future employment. However, I think the reading went well.

I really despise feeling the need to sell myself like a used car. It's creepy.

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, why can't I find a handsome (Alan Rickman?), rich man to make me a kept woman and to support me in the lifestyle that I would like to become accustomed to? Is that too much to ask? I'm sure I'd be the other woman so I could totally stay married to DH when I wasn't out spending my Sugar Daddy's hard earned money and having hot-hot luv in weird and kinky places. I bet I'd even be in a good enough mood to order DH some pizza on the days (and nights, thankyouverymuch Mr. Rickman) when I'd be gone. Cause, you know, I'm a concerned spouse.

What was I saying?

Oh, crap, who cares? The important thing is that within a matter of hours I got a call asking me to COME BACK FOR A SECOND INTERVIEW!!!! *Miah breaks into some rhythm-lacking dance moves that vaguely resemble seizures and barely refrains from shouting "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday!" Which, technically, isn't true as my birthday is just over a month away, which gives you a bit of time to finish your shopping. That was a hint, BTW.*

Of course, the cap to this wondrous day came as I was being driven to dinner with friends and I realized that if I get this job...

I would be a Librarian.

A Children's Librarian.
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( Aug. 20th, 2004 10:10 pm)
I sent the application out for the library job today.

Keep your fingers crossed.
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( Aug. 20th, 2004 10:10 pm)
I sent the application out for the library job today.

Keep your fingers crossed.
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( Aug. 18th, 2004 10:59 am)
Sept. 8 is my last day as a full-time employee at the store. I offered to come back for a few hours, if needed, to ensure that my replacement (which they still haven't started looking for) actually has a clue because I will not be answering my cell phone for questions after that date.

It's going in writing this afternoon.

This is it.
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( Aug. 18th, 2004 10:59 am)
Sept. 8 is my last day as a full-time employee at the store. I offered to come back for a few hours, if needed, to ensure that my replacement (which they still haven't started looking for) actually has a clue because I will not be answering my cell phone for questions after that date.

It's going in writing this afternoon.

This is it.
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( Aug. 18th, 2004 12:53 am)
Interesting moment today when I caught the Ass.boss telling another employee how bad her eyes are. The Ass.boss' eyes, not the other employee. I'm telling you, no matter what someone has, she's got it worse. I'm legally blind without my spiffy new glasses and I've lost most of my night vision, but she's worse cause she's all "I can barely see, spots everywhere, blah, blah, blah."

I'm tempted to tell her another employee has prostate cancer just to see what she does.

In other news, have been working out what to say on the application for the library job. I hate filling out applications. I never know what to write. Do I use all the "Double Talk, Fancy Speak" they tell you to use on a resume' (you know, words like liaison and facilitate) or do I just say "I ran a cash register for a bazillion years so I'm fairly competent on the whole making change thing, thankyouverymuch."

Also, they want a contact person from my old jobs. When I did Data Entry for seven (or was it eight) years I had about three different bosses and one major pseudo-boss. None of those three bosses is still in charge of my old department. Heck, I can't even remember the last one's name. I think in that case I'll just use the pseudo-boss. My grocery store closed down (and it took nearly an hour for me to remember what the store was called in the first place) and all I remember about my boss there was his first name. The Collegian job(s) were all technically under Ron Johnson and he's not there anymore. I wonder if I can list [livejournal.com profile] rewil since she was my copy chief for most of that time? Also, Beck, how long did I work at the Collegian? I'm coming up blank.

And then there's my current job. Do I list the insane woman as a contact, do I skip her and list The Boss (she of the head crushing) or do I list both and give a preference for The Boss and maybe a reason behind the preference (ie. She has a history of bad mouthing people when called for references because she doesn't want people to leave the store - which, I think, is not overly legal. Plus, slightly insane. I know of one internship she nearly lost for someone already.)?

Very tired. We're in mid-book rush. (It's called Book Rush for a reason, Oh exalted Ass.boss. We're going to be busy. Therefore, you should schedule extra people. I don't understand why that's such a hard concept to grasp. Maybe that's why I'm not management?) I've been spending my days going up the stairs to overstock, hunting down backpacks, returning downstairs, putting out backpacks and then starting the whole cycle over again. Did I mention the AC on my side of the building and in overstock doesn't seem to be working very well? The thermostat is sitting at a rather uncomfortable 79 degrees and it's worse upstairs. Heat rises, don't you know. By mid-afternoon I end up with some rather interesting heat induced blotchy things all over my face and arms (and back, etc.) and I've been getting dizzy. Too many people. Too much heat. Not enough rest breaks. Also, too fat for my own good.

In just over a week I'll be seeing DH. Nerves are tearing up my stomach. Lovely.
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( Aug. 18th, 2004 12:53 am)
Interesting moment today when I caught the Ass.boss telling another employee how bad her eyes are. The Ass.boss' eyes, not the other employee. I'm telling you, no matter what someone has, she's got it worse. I'm legally blind without my spiffy new glasses and I've lost most of my night vision, but she's worse cause she's all "I can barely see, spots everywhere, blah, blah, blah."

I'm tempted to tell her another employee has prostate cancer just to see what she does.

In other news, have been working out what to say on the application for the library job. I hate filling out applications. I never know what to write. Do I use all the "Double Talk, Fancy Speak" they tell you to use on a resume' (you know, words like liaison and facilitate) or do I just say "I ran a cash register for a bazillion years so I'm fairly competent on the whole making change thing, thankyouverymuch."

Also, they want a contact person from my old jobs. When I did Data Entry for seven (or was it eight) years I had about three different bosses and one major pseudo-boss. None of those three bosses is still in charge of my old department. Heck, I can't even remember the last one's name. I think in that case I'll just use the pseudo-boss. My grocery store closed down (and it took nearly an hour for me to remember what the store was called in the first place) and all I remember about my boss there was his first name. The Collegian job(s) were all technically under Ron Johnson and he's not there anymore. I wonder if I can list [livejournal.com profile] rewil since she was my copy chief for most of that time? Also, Beck, how long did I work at the Collegian? I'm coming up blank.

And then there's my current job. Do I list the insane woman as a contact, do I skip her and list The Boss (she of the head crushing) or do I list both and give a preference for The Boss and maybe a reason behind the preference (ie. She has a history of bad mouthing people when called for references because she doesn't want people to leave the store - which, I think, is not overly legal. Plus, slightly insane. I know of one internship she nearly lost for someone already.)?

Very tired. We're in mid-book rush. (It's called Book Rush for a reason, Oh exalted Ass.boss. We're going to be busy. Therefore, you should schedule extra people. I don't understand why that's such a hard concept to grasp. Maybe that's why I'm not management?) I've been spending my days going up the stairs to overstock, hunting down backpacks, returning downstairs, putting out backpacks and then starting the whole cycle over again. Did I mention the AC on my side of the building and in overstock doesn't seem to be working very well? The thermostat is sitting at a rather uncomfortable 79 degrees and it's worse upstairs. Heat rises, don't you know. By mid-afternoon I end up with some rather interesting heat induced blotchy things all over my face and arms (and back, etc.) and I've been getting dizzy. Too many people. Too much heat. Not enough rest breaks. Also, too fat for my own good.

In just over a week I'll be seeing DH. Nerves are tearing up my stomach. Lovely.
I talked to HR today. It seems that I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. I sort of got suckered into agreeing to talk about leaving when I get back from visiting DH. IN SEPTEMBER.

Stupid, gullible Miah.

So, I asked HR "I verbally gave notice a week ago. I'm trying to be helpful with this but they don't seem to be wanting to look for a replacement yet. They asked if I'd wait until September to talk about it, which is fine. I'm willing to work with them. But if I find another job before then, I don't want to have to start the two week countdown again. What can I do?"

The answer, my friend, is not a damn thing.

My choices are A) Give notice RIGHT NOW! OMG! LEAVE, LEAVE! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! Which is not what I told Ass.boss I would do (Although, now that I think about it, their working solution of having me work six to seven days a week is a bit of the suck and I'm thinking no. Mostly because now that I've considered the freedom of not working Game Days, I don't want to go back to the Hell that is a GAME DAY SPECTACULARtm.) and I have a horrible time going back on my word.

B) Actually go with this 10-3 five days a week with a bonus 9-2ish Saturday and maybe a fun, fun, silly-willy Sunday thrown in.

Or C) Wait until September and say "Screw the two weeks. I told you this was a possibility. I've got another job (or not). Bye, see ya, wouldn't want to be ya.

Which is slightly childish but the more fun of the three.

Also, spent some time trying to remember the last four or five places I've worked, what I did there, how much I got paid and who my boss was. Is it a bad thing to put "Gary Something" as a Former Supervisor on a job application?
I talked to HR today. It seems that I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. I sort of got suckered into agreeing to talk about leaving when I get back from visiting DH. IN SEPTEMBER.

Stupid, gullible Miah.

So, I asked HR "I verbally gave notice a week ago. I'm trying to be helpful with this but they don't seem to be wanting to look for a replacement yet. They asked if I'd wait until September to talk about it, which is fine. I'm willing to work with them. But if I find another job before then, I don't want to have to start the two week countdown again. What can I do?"

The answer, my friend, is not a damn thing.

My choices are A) Give notice RIGHT NOW! OMG! LEAVE, LEAVE! DANGER WILL ROBINSON! Which is not what I told Ass.boss I would do (Although, now that I think about it, their working solution of having me work six to seven days a week is a bit of the suck and I'm thinking no. Mostly because now that I've considered the freedom of not working Game Days, I don't want to go back to the Hell that is a GAME DAY SPECTACULARtm.) and I have a horrible time going back on my word.

B) Actually go with this 10-3 five days a week with a bonus 9-2ish Saturday and maybe a fun, fun, silly-willy Sunday thrown in.

Or C) Wait until September and say "Screw the two weeks. I told you this was a possibility. I've got another job (or not). Bye, see ya, wouldn't want to be ya.

Which is slightly childish but the more fun of the three.

Also, spent some time trying to remember the last four or five places I've worked, what I did there, how much I got paid and who my boss was. Is it a bad thing to put "Gary Something" as a Former Supervisor on a job application?
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Bah

( Aug. 15th, 2004 09:42 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] dazite IM'd me a bit ago asking how the meeting was.

What meeting?

It seems there might have been a departmental meeting for the store tonight. One I should have been told about since I'm supposed to attend them. Yet I've heard nothing about this "meeting".

Yet another ploy to irritate me from the Ass.boss? Simple miscommunication? Alien plot?

Bah. I'll say it again. Bah.

Also, I've been playing Head Off Whackin' again as Kim pointed out that she has finished the first game and is well on her way through the next expansion of Neverwinter and I am ... not. She taunts me.

Am almost back up to the point where I was before I reset everything last time I played (like, four or five months ago).

Talked to DH four times this weekend. Asked if he was really okay with me quiting without having another job (although I have a lead on a really sweet part-time library assistant position thanks to [livejournal.com profile] alex_shultz) and he said "Sure. Run while you can." I asked if he would mind if I moved to another town. "Make sure you send me your new address."

I love that man.
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Bah

( Aug. 15th, 2004 09:42 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] dazite IM'd me a bit ago asking how the meeting was.

What meeting?

It seems there might have been a departmental meeting for the store tonight. One I should have been told about since I'm supposed to attend them. Yet I've heard nothing about this "meeting".

Yet another ploy to irritate me from the Ass.boss? Simple miscommunication? Alien plot?

Bah. I'll say it again. Bah.

Also, I've been playing Head Off Whackin' again as Kim pointed out that she has finished the first game and is well on her way through the next expansion of Neverwinter and I am ... not. She taunts me.

Am almost back up to the point where I was before I reset everything last time I played (like, four or five months ago).

Talked to DH four times this weekend. Asked if he was really okay with me quiting without having another job (although I have a lead on a really sweet part-time library assistant position thanks to [livejournal.com profile] alex_shultz) and he said "Sure. Run while you can." I asked if he would mind if I moved to another town. "Make sure you send me your new address."

I love that man.
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