Blogger Fart

So blogger decided to fart on me for the last three months, and I finally figured out how to re-install my template so that the freaking thing would work again. God, what a pain in the fuckin ass. I had originally wrote some stuff in late Sept, but hadn't written anything in a while because it wouldn't let me post that last entry. So now it's December 2, 2002 and everything is totally different.



I'd been talking about getting laid off for a while. My co-worker and I would always joke around about how cool it would be to get severence and get to go on unemployment and all that. It would give me the opportunity to be able to go to school full-time, and not have to work, but be able to pay my bills. Well, be careful what you wish for. Star Trek laid me off on November 18. It wasn't just me. It was a whole bunch of people. 17 to be exact. Mostly Managers, leads and hourly support staff for those managers and leads. People who had been there for 5 years! People who had been there for 4 years (like me). No one was spared, not even our director of Human Resources, who was advised about a week before we were that he too would be losing his job. They told us with no notice and then rushed us out of there after we had gone back to our work areas to gather most of our personal items. There was a Town Hall Meeting that day, and they wanted us out before everyone got out of that meeting. It would have been nice to be able to say good-bye to a couple of people. Then again, it was nice to not have to see some people ever again. I'm torn. Let's organize our thoughts, shall we?



I'm angry because:

• I like Star Trek. I liked the product, I liked working for "Paramount", I liked my discount, and I liked having all the free rides I could get on the Experience. I liked being able to take my friends and family there and treat them.
  
• They did it so hastily, without any respect for the fact that we'd been there for a long time.
  
• It was Spongebarb's birthday on November 18. (She was my GM, she was it)
  
• Despite me getting bored with my job, I liked it. It was a routine that I had settled into and was able to do very well. I knew that job inside out.
  
• I liked my co-workers! We would have so much fun!
  
• They had a 5 year celebration on the Friday before the Monday lay-off. There was cake and pop and balloons and everything, even though they all knew that most of us wouldn't be there come Monday.
  
• Even though I get severence, that won't kick in for another 10 days, which will mean that I will have missed 4 paychecks. All of this they did right before Christmas. Nice.
  
• I had just really started paying off my bills, getting things in order, with a plan to move out in a year and a half, and now, that's all shot to shit.
  

I'm happy because:

• I don't have to get up early anymore.
  
• I don't have to work right now.
  
• Most of my friends and my boyfriend have weekends off, and now, so do I.
  
• I have a chance to clear my head, get myself organized, and clean my room for real.
  
• I will get to go to school and finish at CCSN almost a whole year ahead of time, because I'll be taking more classes.
  
• Change is good. Everyone needs a good kick in the ass. Things can never get boring.
  
• I live with my family, and I don't pay rent.
  
• There are some people at Star Trek that I never want to see again, and I won't have to.
  

So there it is. All laid out. That's pretty much the state I'm in right now. I should be happy. I should be jumping for joy. But I feel like I've lost a friend that I never got to say good-bye to. I know, it's stupid. It's amazing how you can get attached to a job. 4 years. I was there longer than I was in high school. (Don't worry, all you US people, high school in Canada is only 3 years.) I've been going to the gym. I've been keeping busy. I'm going to make all my Christmas presents (because I won't have a pot to piss in for a while.) Ok, I'm done with self pity mode. Oh! I have to tell about my trip to the ER!

My Trip To The ER

On Thanksgiving this year, I was sick. I was nauseous, and very encomfortable, so I stayed home. At around 9pm, I finally puked. What a relief, except that I puked up some blood. I know... eeeeewww, but the story just wouldn't be complete without that fact. So I was slightly worried. I was contemplating going to the ER then, but I figured that I felt better, and if it happened again, I would go. So I woke up around 3am and voila! Bingo! But there was actually quite a bit of blood. So, I had to wake up my whole family (who had to work the next day) and we went to the ER. There I was with my blue puke bucket, and Canadian sweatpants limping into the ER at Summerlin Mediacal Center. What a site. They asked me questions, and all that normal doctor stuff. Then, they took blood and put a IV in me. My blood pressure was low and my heart rate was high, which meant that I was pretty dehydrated. So they pumped me full of fluid and anti-puke medicine. I felt much better. The doctor said it was probably just a virus, which lasts a little longer than the flu, and that the blood was from my esophagus being irritated. That was a huge relief. I didn't want to die from internal bleeding or anything. My mom ended up staying home from work (seeing as we didn't get home from this ordeal until 7:30am) and Auntie went in late and came home early. So I ended up having my thanksgiving on Saturday over at Shahnon's house. It was fun. Her turkey was amazing. Heather made her famous garlic mashed potatoes and we got to try Shahnon's special family recipie pickled eggs. We didn't have pumpkin pie, we had pumpkin cheesecake, which was fucking awesome. Yes, that deserved an expletive.

Sir Edward Wiener III

Heather finally got her Wiener dog! He's so cute! He follows her everwhere. To work, to play to everywhere. He's so small! I'll get some pictures of him eventually, I promise.

Brandon

So the boy has a name. We're still together. Everything is going well. He has a new job that he loves, and he loves me too. That's always a good thing. It's hard to find someone you can really be yourself with. Oh, he's pretty cute too. He's everything I've ever wanted in a boyfriend. It's kind of scary. I would hate to scare him away because I feel that I'm not good enough for him. I've always had self doubt issues. I'm being dumb, just ignore me.


Well, that's it for now. I think I've given the millions of people who read this site enough to read. *wink*