The end of the month has finally here. This week has been a little busier than usual. Let’s recap.
Sunday: Dinner with the family that involved a long discussion about the plans for October. I’m sure I’ll go into detail here in the near future.
Monday: The work week begins. The day is usual, but the main plan for the nite is to help a friend order parts for a computer we’re going to build. This takes a few hours.
Tuesday: Plans for the night aren’t set, but with this, I finally get around to enhancing Joe’s TPV site to fulfill his requests. This takes me four or five hours ’cause I’m slow like that and can work at any pace I please.
Wednesday: Tuesday: The Gathering was moved to this night. After work, I enjoy a delicious dinner with Mare and make cheese bread for the group. We show up at The Gathering around a quarter ’til one. We play ’til almost five in the mourning. A close friend’s loved one passes away earlier that day.
Thursday: The supervisor was out today, so I had to fill his shoes today. Plans to have dinner with my siblings were moved to this day, because The Gathering day was changed. We enjoy a tasty pasta dinner made by Mare and play a round of Scrabble. I spend the rest of night chatting with Mare and K$.
Friday: This day is here, and I’m still in the night mentioned above. I’m typing this right now, and the sun is wiping the sleep out of its eyes oh so slowly. One of my favorite Lennon songs, Oh Yoko!, is playing on my tiny notebook speakers. The plan for tonight is a Bustaburger. The BBO shipment was delayed, but I’m hoping a disc or two or maybe all of them arrive today so Mare and I don’t just have ‘burger’ with no ‘Busta.’
Today is also paynight. I’m looking forward to the three-day weekend ahead. Holiday pay is sweet.
My new motto for being an employee or just working somewhere is: “If you’re not going to work, then don’t work here.”
I am a strong believer in karma. When you mess with a system, then it will mess with you. I’m really getting tired of witnessing people make a mockery of the department I work in, and I am slowly but surely putting the pressure on. Most of them won’t be happy, but the vacation will be coming to an end.
I look at it this way: This company is helping you survive get by financially. Show respect and appreciation by earning your way and pulling your weight. Again: “If you’re not going to work, then don’t work here.”
I’m sure most of them show up just for the check. If they don’t like working for this company, then I’m sure they can find somewhere else to waste their time. I think they just stay for comfort and apathy. Anger won’t solve their problems, and they’ve already dug their graves. “I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.” they may say. Inside, I snicker.
I will be attending a service on Saturday morning for my friend’s father’s passing.
My father is coming home, so I’m sure I’ll be seeing him on Labor Day.
I still have to prepare the rent check to drop off tomorrow before work. I’m usually early with it, but I was swamped this week.
I really enjoy when I just work my eight hours, do next to nothing at night/have no obligations at that time, and repeat this process. This week felt like I was working the forty plus a part-time, or I could look at it like I had appointments after work every day this weekend. I’m glad I was still able to enjoy most of my early morning hours along with sleeping in.