I frequently come up with new obsessions. I'll read and read and read about one subject or another for 22 hours a day for a week, maybe 2. It's all I can think about, worry about, and sometimes talk about, to the dismay of my husband. Although I've learned to keep it to myself because of his lack of support.
'Why are you reading about THAT again? You won't go back to riding your bike.' or 'We're not getting a dog, stop reading about different breeds'. Ya know, just generally being a killjoy.
At the moment I'm obsessed, to the point of major anxiety, about what degree I want to get. I keep going back and forth between going ahead and getting my BA in nursing or getting an Associate's in say, Business Management. There's a method behind that madness. Although, knowing me, there's more madness than method.
My method though, makes sense to me. If I choose to go the Associate's route I can potentially get a job making double what I'm making now (I work at Wal-Mart, it ain't much, my goals are not too lofty) and THEN start working on my nursing degree. While I'm taking care of the courses for my Associate's I can incorporate the pre-req's for my nursing, no? Like, taking Biology as a Natural Science.
I figure by the time I'm 90 I may have a BA in nursing? Am I going around my ass to get to my elbow? I know that I want to get out of my job ASAP. At least, change shifts. I have no life at all through the week and on the weekends when I have time I don't have the energy to have a life. People don't stop calling your house all day long just because you work at night. They haven't opened any doctor's or dentist's offices in my area that work with my schedule, therefore my sleep is not a blissful 8 hours like a NORMAL person's sleep it. It's broken up. 2 or 3 hours here and there. So my main goal at the moment is to find a normal job with normal hours.
OK, so I would forgo the normal job for the normal hours. I'm wondering at this point what the porn shop down the road pays and if I can get decent hours.......
Would I be screwing myself out of precious time by pursuing an Associate's in a field that I don't really have too terribly much interest in. At least, as far as I know. I've never had any experience in anything but retail and waitressing. Sad, yes, but I'm trying to fix it!!!!!!
Anyway, I'm driving my husband insane. I keep asking 'what's the benefit of this degree over this one?' and 'what if I just plow right through nursing school' and I honestly can't even decide on a school!!!!!!!
Just another obsessions......at least it's not long hair anymore.....yeah....that was fun......
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Work, work, work......
To 'Mommy Needs A Cocktail', maybe it's my noobishness about all of this, but I couldn't find a spot to comment you? Thank you for reading me! I read through yours too and we have much in common :)
(The following is a blog that I wrote after a bad night at work a few weeks ago. Background on my job: I work 3rd shift as a cashier/stocker/all around bitch at a *gasp* Super Wal-Mart. I get decent pay for doing nothing some nights and busting my arse other nights, so I don't want to get into the 'they treat people so badly' discussion. Those are mostly people that got fired that complain...at least in my opinion.)
If you are 160 lbs at no more than 5'2 you should NOT be buying size medium (juniors!!!!) bikinis. Granted, the bikini could have been for a daughter or a friend, but from the looks of what the chick was wearing, I seriously doubt it. By all means, be confident! Rock a bikini if you feel comfortable, but PLEASE don't try to squeeze a size XL into a medium. It's not sexy. And it can't be comfortable.
Don't be abnormally talkative with your cashier out of nowhere. If you normally walk about talking to yourself, telling your um, imaginary friend to watch your stuff as you go into the restroom, please, continue to do so. When you're all of a sudden chatty with the cashier that you usually ignore, she may wonder what you're up to. Freaky. And it happened with 2 different customers today! What, did they all of a sudden realize I try to be friendly and decide after 2 years that I'm worthy of speaking to? Please, by all means, go back to acting as if I'm not really there. It's much more comfortable like that.
You should never, ever, ever answer your cashier's 'how are you today?' with how your dog died, your boyfriend ran off with your welfare check, and your grandmother is in jail for selling crack. And we really don't care if Maury still hasn't found your baby daddy. Okay, so I'm exaggerating, but not by much! I asked how you are, I expect 'I'm fine thanks, how are you?' I really don't even listen for that. I'm being civil, I have my own problems, I REALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOURS!!!!!
I know prices are going up. I don't care that three weeks ago you paid $2 for that bottle of Advil that you just paid $2.15 for. Things change, gas prices are up, therefore delivery is up, therefore YOUR price goes up. Deal with it, I do.
Don't tell me to smile if I'm not smiling. Period. If I wanted to smile, I would. You are not going to change the tone of my day.
Do not come to the register with $30 in your pocket with a cartful of clothing, food and personal care products. If you can't figure out that the things you wish to purchase are going to run about $300, you should not be allowed out of your house. We have to put that crap back. We totally understand having to put back one or two items, but when we have to get another shopping cart for the things you can't get, we're gonna be pissed and you may get attitude. Which, of course, you don't understand why......how could you? You can't do a little simple addition.
It's not our fault that you've overdrawn your account and your $3 purchase is being declined. I didn't spend your money, and I'm not making the register decline you for fun. And no, swiping your credit card again will not trick the machine and make it magically authorize the purchase. Although, we are highly amused when you swipe 6 different credit cards and every one of them get declined. That gives us something to gossip about later, and adds to our collection of 'let me tell you what this idiot did!' stories.
DO NOT, under any circumstances, leave your small children wandering about expecting us to make sure some pedophile doesn't grab them. Granted, I would stop it if I saw it, I can't pay attention to your children while you're off shopping. I believe I may call the cops next time. I should, just for the anxiety attack I almost had that night. Cute kids, but not my responsibilty. The playroom is for kids, sure, but not for unattended kids, and it's not a daycare center.
I don't want to handle the slobbery box of cookies your snot nosed kid was just gnawing on. If you're going to give your kid a box of animal crackers to munch on while you're shopping, please grab an extra one that I can ring up without donning a biochemical suit.
The spinny thing the bags are on are not toys. Please do not allow your child to spin it faster and faster while I'm trying to bag your groceries. It's annoying and shows your lack of parenting skills. Besides, little fingers get hurt easily. And on that note, I don't wanna hear your brat scream bloody murder when he or she gets knocked in the head by the thingy sticking out to hold the bags.
On second thought, on my shift, leave the kids at home. They should be in the bed.
(The following is a blog that I wrote after a bad night at work a few weeks ago. Background on my job: I work 3rd shift as a cashier/stocker/all around bitch at a *gasp* Super Wal-Mart. I get decent pay for doing nothing some nights and busting my arse other nights, so I don't want to get into the 'they treat people so badly' discussion. Those are mostly people that got fired that complain...at least in my opinion.)
If you are 160 lbs at no more than 5'2 you should NOT be buying size medium (juniors!!!!) bikinis. Granted, the bikini could have been for a daughter or a friend, but from the looks of what the chick was wearing, I seriously doubt it. By all means, be confident! Rock a bikini if you feel comfortable, but PLEASE don't try to squeeze a size XL into a medium. It's not sexy. And it can't be comfortable.
Don't be abnormally talkative with your cashier out of nowhere. If you normally walk about talking to yourself, telling your um, imaginary friend to watch your stuff as you go into the restroom, please, continue to do so. When you're all of a sudden chatty with the cashier that you usually ignore, she may wonder what you're up to. Freaky. And it happened with 2 different customers today! What, did they all of a sudden realize I try to be friendly and decide after 2 years that I'm worthy of speaking to? Please, by all means, go back to acting as if I'm not really there. It's much more comfortable like that.
You should never, ever, ever answer your cashier's 'how are you today?' with how your dog died, your boyfriend ran off with your welfare check, and your grandmother is in jail for selling crack. And we really don't care if Maury still hasn't found your baby daddy. Okay, so I'm exaggerating, but not by much! I asked how you are, I expect 'I'm fine thanks, how are you?' I really don't even listen for that. I'm being civil, I have my own problems, I REALLY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOURS!!!!!
I know prices are going up. I don't care that three weeks ago you paid $2 for that bottle of Advil that you just paid $2.15 for. Things change, gas prices are up, therefore delivery is up, therefore YOUR price goes up. Deal with it, I do.
Don't tell me to smile if I'm not smiling. Period. If I wanted to smile, I would. You are not going to change the tone of my day.
Do not come to the register with $30 in your pocket with a cartful of clothing, food and personal care products. If you can't figure out that the things you wish to purchase are going to run about $300, you should not be allowed out of your house. We have to put that crap back. We totally understand having to put back one or two items, but when we have to get another shopping cart for the things you can't get, we're gonna be pissed and you may get attitude. Which, of course, you don't understand why......how could you? You can't do a little simple addition.
It's not our fault that you've overdrawn your account and your $3 purchase is being declined. I didn't spend your money, and I'm not making the register decline you for fun. And no, swiping your credit card again will not trick the machine and make it magically authorize the purchase. Although, we are highly amused when you swipe 6 different credit cards and every one of them get declined. That gives us something to gossip about later, and adds to our collection of 'let me tell you what this idiot did!' stories.
DO NOT, under any circumstances, leave your small children wandering about expecting us to make sure some pedophile doesn't grab them. Granted, I would stop it if I saw it, I can't pay attention to your children while you're off shopping. I believe I may call the cops next time. I should, just for the anxiety attack I almost had that night. Cute kids, but not my responsibilty. The playroom is for kids, sure, but not for unattended kids, and it's not a daycare center.
I don't want to handle the slobbery box of cookies your snot nosed kid was just gnawing on. If you're going to give your kid a box of animal crackers to munch on while you're shopping, please grab an extra one that I can ring up without donning a biochemical suit.
The spinny thing the bags are on are not toys. Please do not allow your child to spin it faster and faster while I'm trying to bag your groceries. It's annoying and shows your lack of parenting skills. Besides, little fingers get hurt easily. And on that note, I don't wanna hear your brat scream bloody murder when he or she gets knocked in the head by the thingy sticking out to hold the bags.
On second thought, on my shift, leave the kids at home. They should be in the bed.
Friday, September 19, 2008
I Am Tired!!!!!!
Why don't children and husbands come with power buttons? Why????? I just need one day, one stupid little day where I don't hear 'mommaaaaaaaaaaaaa' or lewd requests from the Old Man.
I'm seriously considering taking my next paycheck and holing up in a motel for the weekend. No cell phones so that the Old Man can't call and ask me where the receipt from Home Depot is. (Seriously, do I take care of that stuff? Nooooooo. Check in one of the umpteen hundred stacks of paper you have lying about the house). No TV from which Hannah Montana twitches and belts out sappy love songs for teens. No fighting over who did what in the kitchen chores last night. No asking if annoying little bratty friends can come over.
Of course, if they did have power buttons, would they stop growing and changing when you had them switched off? Say, if I turned one of the kids off and put them in a closet for safe keeping while I was taking a break ( it would just be creepy to have a powered down kid hanging around)....and I forgot about said turned off kid....and left him/her there for a year....when I finally got around to cleaning that closet out, would they be still 6? Or would they have grown?
Hmmm....I'm pretty sure they'd still be 6. So maybe that's not such a good idea. My goal in life is to get them raised and out of the house. Not prolong the process. Don't go calling me a bad mother cause of that....I love my kids, to pieces!!! I've just been raising kids since I was 17. I'M TIRED.
The Old Man....ah....yeah, I wouldn't mind if he didn't grow. I mean, he kinda isn't gonna grow anymore physically, but mentally, he's ok where he is. So I'll take the power button for him. But then, who would cook? And clean? And make the kids do their homework? Maybe that's not such a good idea either.
Guess I'll just have to spend some money and run away for the weekend......
I'm seriously considering taking my next paycheck and holing up in a motel for the weekend. No cell phones so that the Old Man can't call and ask me where the receipt from Home Depot is. (Seriously, do I take care of that stuff? Nooooooo. Check in one of the umpteen hundred stacks of paper you have lying about the house). No TV from which Hannah Montana twitches and belts out sappy love songs for teens. No fighting over who did what in the kitchen chores last night. No asking if annoying little bratty friends can come over.
Of course, if they did have power buttons, would they stop growing and changing when you had them switched off? Say, if I turned one of the kids off and put them in a closet for safe keeping while I was taking a break ( it would just be creepy to have a powered down kid hanging around)....and I forgot about said turned off kid....and left him/her there for a year....when I finally got around to cleaning that closet out, would they be still 6? Or would they have grown?
Hmmm....I'm pretty sure they'd still be 6. So maybe that's not such a good idea. My goal in life is to get them raised and out of the house. Not prolong the process. Don't go calling me a bad mother cause of that....I love my kids, to pieces!!! I've just been raising kids since I was 17. I'M TIRED.
The Old Man....ah....yeah, I wouldn't mind if he didn't grow. I mean, he kinda isn't gonna grow anymore physically, but mentally, he's ok where he is. So I'll take the power button for him. But then, who would cook? And clean? And make the kids do their homework? Maybe that's not such a good idea either.
Guess I'll just have to spend some money and run away for the weekend......
Thursday, September 18, 2008
What's a blog about?
I've been reading through some seriously interesting blogs! I love the funny, narrative ones that make me chuckle aloud more than anything else! I'm wondering if I'm wrong in assuming that I can blog about my day to day life in a matter of fact manner and have it be interesting? I'd love to feel like part of a 'community' here, anonamously, (how the hell do you spell that???) of course. But I don't always write with humor. Sure, I've made a few Myspace blogs about my job that made people crack up, at least they said....I have all family and friends on there, so they'd better tell me I'm funny when I'm trying to be!
I guess this blog is gonna be a boring old journal, a venting place. No one really wants to read about someone whining and bitching all the time, right? Oh well, that's what this will be!!!
I guess a lil more background about me would be a good thing, if I wish to feel a part of the community? Get to know your neighbors, right?
Well, like I said previously, I'm married with 3 kids. I'm essentially married to the U.S. Navy. At least it seems at times. My husband is great (at this moment...I'm sure I'll contradict that in future posts). He's a very supportive fella that is pushing me to go to college, he's taken over the 'mom' role in the house because I work at night, therefore NEVER have any energy because of screwed up sleep patterns. He drives the 'family' car while I roll in a screaming yellow Mustang with only 4 seats, which doesn't accomodate our 5 person family. Yeah, he pretty much rocks. This hasn't always been the case, but years of training has produced a pretty decent guy.
The college deal: I got preggo the summer before my senior year in high school. Moved in with the old man, never finished high school. Over the last 13 or so years I've been a stay-at-home mom and wife, with spurts of working minimum wage jobs when I got bored. I've never put my kids in daycare because I've always worked hours when my husband was home to take care of them. Old Man has been after me for the last few years to get my GED. He got his GED when he joined the Navy and has been in college for oh....3 or 4 years? He's nearing the end of his Bachelor's and I'm proud of him.
So, this last summer he essentially signed me up for the GED classes and said 'go to them'. I did. I blazed the pre-tests and had no real worries that I would pass the test. I passed with Honors. I'm very proud of that! Not too bad for uneducated lil ole me! With GED in hand, I've enrolled in an online community college for my first class. Not Ivy League, of course, but I'm doing something I never thought I would! Half-way through a Sociology course and my mind is in a quandry. I have no idea what to do after this class!
Nursing is a big possibility but I'm scared, honestly, of killing someone by accident! How do you get over that? Any nurses out there that had my same fears? This fear is making me look into accounting courses. Booooooooring!!!! But the money is decent (from what I've read) and there's a possibility of getting into a position where you make your own hours.....that's always a plus! Except that I'm lazy and I'm scared I'd put it off until it was too late......
Another part is I'm impatient. I wanna be a nurse NOW, YESTERDAY if at all possible. I want to soak up all of the knowledge through osmosis. (I love that word) Alot of it is common sense, right? I mean, I know I have to learn dosage calculations and all that good stuff, but I catch on quick, and I can write it down in a lil notebook for the next victim, I mean patient.
I hope I don't offend any nurses with that paragraph....it's not my intention. I'm aware of the hard work and in-depth learning you've had to do for your degree. Just making jokes!
Well, that's another portion of 'getting to know the blogger'.....maybe soon I'll come up with a funny, witty post. Until then though, I guess I'll just get it all out!
I guess this blog is gonna be a boring old journal, a venting place. No one really wants to read about someone whining and bitching all the time, right? Oh well, that's what this will be!!!
I guess a lil more background about me would be a good thing, if I wish to feel a part of the community? Get to know your neighbors, right?
Well, like I said previously, I'm married with 3 kids. I'm essentially married to the U.S. Navy. At least it seems at times. My husband is great (at this moment...I'm sure I'll contradict that in future posts). He's a very supportive fella that is pushing me to go to college, he's taken over the 'mom' role in the house because I work at night, therefore NEVER have any energy because of screwed up sleep patterns. He drives the 'family' car while I roll in a screaming yellow Mustang with only 4 seats, which doesn't accomodate our 5 person family. Yeah, he pretty much rocks. This hasn't always been the case, but years of training has produced a pretty decent guy.
The college deal: I got preggo the summer before my senior year in high school. Moved in with the old man, never finished high school. Over the last 13 or so years I've been a stay-at-home mom and wife, with spurts of working minimum wage jobs when I got bored. I've never put my kids in daycare because I've always worked hours when my husband was home to take care of them. Old Man has been after me for the last few years to get my GED. He got his GED when he joined the Navy and has been in college for oh....3 or 4 years? He's nearing the end of his Bachelor's and I'm proud of him.
So, this last summer he essentially signed me up for the GED classes and said 'go to them'. I did. I blazed the pre-tests and had no real worries that I would pass the test. I passed with Honors. I'm very proud of that! Not too bad for uneducated lil ole me! With GED in hand, I've enrolled in an online community college for my first class. Not Ivy League, of course, but I'm doing something I never thought I would! Half-way through a Sociology course and my mind is in a quandry. I have no idea what to do after this class!
Nursing is a big possibility but I'm scared, honestly, of killing someone by accident! How do you get over that? Any nurses out there that had my same fears? This fear is making me look into accounting courses. Booooooooring!!!! But the money is decent (from what I've read) and there's a possibility of getting into a position where you make your own hours.....that's always a plus! Except that I'm lazy and I'm scared I'd put it off until it was too late......
Another part is I'm impatient. I wanna be a nurse NOW, YESTERDAY if at all possible. I want to soak up all of the knowledge through osmosis. (I love that word) Alot of it is common sense, right? I mean, I know I have to learn dosage calculations and all that good stuff, but I catch on quick, and I can write it down in a lil notebook for the next victim, I mean patient.
I hope I don't offend any nurses with that paragraph....it's not my intention. I'm aware of the hard work and in-depth learning you've had to do for your degree. Just making jokes!
Well, that's another portion of 'getting to know the blogger'.....maybe soon I'll come up with a funny, witty post. Until then though, I guess I'll just get it all out!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The Beginning........
Well, I'm Kim. I guess this is my spot away from the prying eyes of friends, relatives and my husband! I'm a Myspace fanatic, but there's only so much you can put on there without all of your hometown knowing about it. So, I'm hoping this can be an outlet for me. Feel free to give feedback if anyone's reading out there.
To start, I'm a Navy wife. Yuck. I tend to roll my eyes when I hear that phrase, but then remember that I AM one!! You can probably tell that I'm not a big fan. I've found alot to be catty, nosy, and two faced, to keep a potentially extremely long sentence from happening. I hope I don't offend anyone with the previous statements, that is not my desire. I'm speaking from my own opinions and probably very limited experience.
I'm sure there are alot of Navy wives that have formed very rewarding friendships with other wives. I just haven't been so lucky, with the exception of my best friend. Go figure, she doesn't like Navy wives either! Heh.
Anyway....no need to rant right off the bat, eh?
I'm from the south! Proudly! No, I'm not a one-toothed, racist, roadkill eatin' hick. I'm simply a hick. The term 'redneck' does not make me cringe. I'd rather be sittin' in a tree stand, waiting on an unwary deer to saunter by than sitting around having afternoon tea with the girls. Now, make it a wild, drunken girl's night out and that's a different story....but I ramble. I still have my accent despite having been up north for 6 years. That's a very good thing! I think I was more scared to lose my accent than I was to move to a whole different place. I am, however, sick of the question 'you're not from around here, are you?' Yes, born and bred, I just speak slowly so dummies like you can understand me!
Yeah, I'm angry. I can put up with people, and most never know just how anti-social I am, but that's ok. I have issues with the death penalty, welfare, taxes, immigration....I'm sure all of that will come out, eventually, when I think of something to write about.
Well, I have a 6 year old here that seems to think my help is needed to get ready for school, so later!
To start, I'm a Navy wife. Yuck. I tend to roll my eyes when I hear that phrase, but then remember that I AM one!! You can probably tell that I'm not a big fan. I've found alot to be catty, nosy, and two faced, to keep a potentially extremely long sentence from happening. I hope I don't offend anyone with the previous statements, that is not my desire. I'm speaking from my own opinions and probably very limited experience.
I'm sure there are alot of Navy wives that have formed very rewarding friendships with other wives. I just haven't been so lucky, with the exception of my best friend. Go figure, she doesn't like Navy wives either! Heh.
Anyway....no need to rant right off the bat, eh?
I'm from the south! Proudly! No, I'm not a one-toothed, racist, roadkill eatin' hick. I'm simply a hick. The term 'redneck' does not make me cringe. I'd rather be sittin' in a tree stand, waiting on an unwary deer to saunter by than sitting around having afternoon tea with the girls. Now, make it a wild, drunken girl's night out and that's a different story....but I ramble. I still have my accent despite having been up north for 6 years. That's a very good thing! I think I was more scared to lose my accent than I was to move to a whole different place. I am, however, sick of the question 'you're not from around here, are you?' Yes, born and bred, I just speak slowly so dummies like you can understand me!
Yeah, I'm angry. I can put up with people, and most never know just how anti-social I am, but that's ok. I have issues with the death penalty, welfare, taxes, immigration....I'm sure all of that will come out, eventually, when I think of something to write about.
Well, I have a 6 year old here that seems to think my help is needed to get ready for school, so later!
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