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Wow, was yesterday a long day. I worked from eleven pm to seven am, then went to the gym just to soak in the hot tub and get cleaned up, then on to RVCC (Raritan Valley Community College) for orientation from nine am until two pm. However, at the end of all that, I was (am) a registered, full time college student! W00T!

The first semester is going to be rough. They make you take any ‘developmental’ courses in the first semester, which means there was an English lab and and Algebra class that I had to take, so I’m taking 17 credits worth of classes. Add that to the fact that I was signing up for classes two weeks before the semester starts, and you get a fairly nasty begininng schedule. I’m actually glad that I’m working nights, but I still ended up taking classes six days a week.

So, my schedule is:

  • Monday; English 1 from 7:30 to 9:50 and Financial Accounting from 10:30 to 12:25
  • Tuesday; English 1 Workshop from 7:30 to 9:50
  • Wednesday; English 1 from 7:30 to 9:50 and Financial Accounting from 10:30 to 12:25
  • Thursday; English 1 Workshop from 7:30 to 9:50
  • Friday; Principles of Marketing from 9:30 to 12:20
  • Saturday; Elementary Algebra from 8:30 to 12:10
  • Sunday; Off (from school)

Not really a killer until you add working full time (45 hours) and extra time for course work. According to their formula, I should count on two hours of study/homework time for every one hour in class Which would mean 17 hours in class = 34 hours of course work, plus 45 hours at my job;  let’s be optimistic and throw in 8 hours of sleep at night (56 hours a week) which would make 152 hours out of an 168 hour week accounted for. Let’s see there’s an hour round trip to work 5 days a week and the same for college 6 days a week, so that brings us to 163, leaving me 5 hours of “optional” time to do anything fun….. And, of course, I haven’t even figured any workout time into this equation……. So much for sleeping.

Ah well, it will be rough, but I can do it. I just have to buckle down and stay focused. Luckily, I’m so good at that 😉

On the up side, financial age came through and I qualified for a grant that covers my tuition in full, at least for the next two semesters. I’ll get six hundred dollars in reimbursement from work, which will easily cover books and sundries AND the student loans from Gibbs that I’ve been paying off will be deferred as long as I’m in school, so that will take some of the financial pressure off.

Still, it will be an interesting fall. I may go back to being a caffeine addict. Heh, who am I kidding with “may”?

Send coffee and brain cells!


Ugh, what a week it’s been, filled with ups and downs. My father “popped” a vein in his leg the night before last. he’s go circulation problems and this will happen every so often. Usually, it’s no big deal.  he keeps supplies on hand to deal with it. This is the first time it’s happened since he went on blood thinners though, so the normal measures weren’t enough. I was, of course, at work at the time, so he ended up driving himself to the emergency room (the hospital is less than a half mile from our house) when he realized he couldn’t get the bleeding to stop.They have a pressure bandage there with coagulants built in, so that did the trick right away. Unfortunately, he did bleed all over the house while he was trying to take care of it himself, so I got to come home after work and spend several hours cleaning up bloodstains. Now I know why Dexter always lays down plastic first. Man, what a chore. It doesn’t help that it’s been literally years since dad or I have given the floors a good cleaning. I was on my hands and knees with a scrub brush first, then mop, then mop again…. and it still needs more. Now that I’ve gotten through the first few layers of grime, I’m going to have to use a day off to do a real job on it all. While I’m at it, I should clean my room….

So, doing all that put me short on sleep before working last night, which didn’t make me happy. At least tonight I don’t have to be in until 11:00, so I get an extra hour. That’s good because tomorrow is going to be another big day, but in a good way this time. Tomorrow I have orientation for my return to school! Yep, you heard me right, I’m going back to college! Whoo hoo!! I’m going to be a Marketing major at Raritan Valley Community College as of September Second. It’s going to be rough, as I plan to go back full time, so I’ll be working full time and going to school full time, but hey, who needs to sleep anyway? At least working nights allows me some flexibility on class scheduling. I’m going to try for all morning classes though. That way I can go to work, then to class, then home to sleep…. In theory. As long as I don’t stop moving, I should be fine 😉

So, more details after orientation tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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Ahhhh, today was a good, good day. Kendra and I went to the Delaware water gap on a photo safari and had a FINE time 🙂

After hiking around and taking pictures, we stopped for lunch. Let me give you some advice. If you are ever anywhere near Mt. Bethel, Pennsylvania, stop at the Mt. Bethel diner on route 611 to eat. This was some of the best food I have ever had. Kendra and I had the full course; appetizer, main course, dessert and coffee. By the end of the meal, I was so full, it hurt and I was still stuffing one last bite of pie in my mouth. It. Was. AWEsome.

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So, here we are yet again.  First the good news, I have a car. It’s not my beetle, but it’s a good car, a 2004 Toyota Camry XLE:

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Isn’t it pretty?

I tried to get a loan to pay off what I owed on the beetle, but wasn’t able to come up with the money. So, my dad and I went up to the Toyota dealer he’s been with for years and explained the situation. They checked the credit report and discovered the repossession hadn’t been reported yet, so we were able to get a loan for a pre-owned car.  So, once again, my father had to bail me out, but at least that’s one problem solved.

On the down side, things at work have been really crappy. I asked for an extra day off the deal with everything when my car was repossesed and my manager basically had a hissy fi. So, when I called in to find out what my schedule was for the nexrt week, I found out she hadn’t scheduled me to work. She said she “didn’t know what was going on with me”, so she didn’t put me on the schedule. Basically, I got suspended for a week, though that’s not what it’s officially being called.  i didn’t mind having a week off, but missing a week’s pay was a killer. Then, when I returned to work, there was a bunch of crap going on between the shifts. This not getting done, that not getting done, everyone pointing fingers at everyone else, and the rumor mill working full time. So, a meeting was called to get things out in the open and work it out between us….. At least, that’s what was supposed to happen. What actually happened was a big piss on third shift party. The store manager actually stood there in front of everyone and said we didn’t know how good we had it and that third shift “doesn’t do shit” compared to first and second shift.  She said we have the smallest work load, the least sales, etc., so we should have nothing to complain about.

So yeah, that made me feel REAL good about my job. Not to mention that everyone on first and second shift who was looking down on third shift now feels totally vindicated. Things have calmed down since, but my attitude and job satisfaction have certainly tanked. Ah well, at this point I’ve updated my resume and I’m looking around to see what’s out there. I’m certainly not going to keep busting my ass for someone who doesn’t appreciate it.

I really have to stop complaining when things are routine and boring. I should know by now that it doesn’t lead to good things.

So, yeah, I’m completely fucked at the moment… Well, maybe not quite completely, but well and thoroughly. See, a couple of month ago, I had to refinance the final “balloon” payment on my car, which I did through Volkswagen credit, the same people I’ve been dealing with since I bought the car. So, I thought everything was taken care of…. that is, until I got a letter in the mail saying they hadn’t received some paperwork from me (they never sent me any) and I had ten days from the receipt of the letter to fix the situation…. So, on my next day off (about two days later) , I called to see what the problem was, only to find out they had already canceled my financing! Not only that, since I was past the due date now, they couldn’t finance me, so I had to come up with the full amount I owed or turn the car in.

Soooo, of course I scrambled to find a loan only to discover that a bill hadn’t been paid back when I hurt my knee at work, and was now in collection, which was blocking me from getting any loans approved…… Joy and rapture….. I contact the benefits department at work to get THAT straightened out and….

…. Fast forward to two weeks ago. It’s my father’s 70th birthday. I went out to a nice dinner with him and Kendra. came home, happy in a good mood….. and my car wasn’t in the driveway. It had been repossessed. Which, by the way, the don’t tell you or anything. I had to call the police to report the car stolen to find that out. The notice I got from VW credit, three days later, informed me that I have until the 26th to come up with the money I owe or they sell the car and if they sell the car for less than I owe, I’m still on the hook for the rest of it. Meaning that they could sell my car for a dollar and I’ll still owe them over twelve thousand dollars. Joy. To add to the fun, I now have a repossession on my credit report, so how much luck to you think I’ve had coming up with the money?

I’m going to run away to Alaska and become a hermit.

I got myself a nice Oven Stuffer Roaster this morning, let it marinate in a balsamic vinegar and roasted onion sauce all day, the stuffed it with baby red potatoes and red onion. It’s cooking now, won’t be done until about eleven tonight, but it smells YUMMY. Gotta love those oven roasting bags, just pop everything in there and let it cook. No muss, no fuss.

Sooo yeah, got the night off tonight and I just woke up a little bit ago. Heh, the chicken’s gonna be breakfast, but I never was much of a traditionalist. I had kinda an odd dream last night. I was doing the convenience store things, selling cigarettes specifically, but instead of actually being in the store, I was in somebody’s living room, and I couldn’t find any of the light switches, so it was dark and i was trying to find the cigarretes I needed by feel. That’s all the details I remember, just an odd little dream.

In other news, I got way sick last week, Missing three days of work and doing nothing but sleep kind of sick. It was almost like a three day migraine. My head was throbbing and I wanted NO input whatsoever. Not TV, not video games, not music, nothing. All I did was sleep and get up long enough to eat. Ugh, not fun. I’m better now. Actually, I’ve felt better in the past two days than I have in weeks, so I hope it’s out of my system.

Annnd, that’s really about it. Oh wait, one more thing. Remember how I said New girl #3 was pregnant? Well now Kelli, the other regular third shift worker, is also pregnant…. About six weeks, with a due date in mid-December….. *Sigh* I ain’t never getting off nights 😦

Where, oh, where has David gone? Where, oh, where can he be?……


That about says it all 🙂

Clean though, isn’t it? So, scrubbing toilets aside, my life’s been fairly routine…….. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat….. I’m still on nights, which contributes to the routine. We hired, then fired two new girls for overnight. One was let go because she failed the background check, the other because she and her boyfriend were helping themselves to free stuff. New Girl #3 started this week, and she’s several months pregnant, so I’m thinking she may be temporary.

Not for nothing, and not saying we should discriminate against the breeders, but if I went into a job interview and said, “I plan on working here four to six months and then take a several month break. After which, I may or may not come back.”, I don’t think they’d give me the job….

… Just sayin’ 😛

Anyway, work is actually going quite well. I’ve been staying focused and being “mr responsible”, taking on new duties and pitching in whenever there’s been a crisis. I actually won a company award for “team member of the first quarter”, which I’m fairly proud of myself for. I got a little certificate and everything. My personal life is fine, no great advances, but no big drama either. I guess that’s why the big slump in blogging, I haven’t had much to bitch about. I’m making slow, if steady progress, working to make my life better. Which is good, but hardly exciting blogging material.

So, I’ll work on finding non-toilet related inspiration and update more often. Stay tuned for further developments 😉

So, it’s Friday night and I go into work as usual. I was feeling wiped out because I hadn’t got much sleep and I’d gone out to dinner with Kendra and my father, so I was over-full. I was supposed to work on the register, but I was in at ten and Nimeh wasn’t scheduled until eleven, so I handled the deli work for an hour. At eleven, Nimeh comes sailing in and, without saying a word to me, opens up a register and starts ringing up customers. This irritates me, but ok, so I go up and ask her (politely) why she opened a drawer. Her reply was “Liz (our manager) says whoever comes in at ten has to stay in the deli all night.” News to me, but it’s possible. So, I carefully explain to her that I’m not feeling well and it would be really helpful if she would work in the deli for the rest of the night. Nimeh then just shrugs her shoulders and turns her back on me.

Right, so at this point I know reasonable discussion is out the window. Nimeh has decided she’s working register tonight and nothing I say or do is going to change her mind. So, I do something I’m loathe to do….. I ask for help. I call Liz (this is about 11:30 at night on her day off, mind you) and ask her if she told Nimeh she’d be working register tonight. Liz says “no” and I explain the situation to her. Liz tells me that Kelli (our other third shift worker) had asked that when she came in early and did all the prep work in the deli, that she stay in the deli because Nimeh had been switching with her after most of the deli work had been done. Nimeh’s little mind, of course, had then set that in stone as a rule for everyone. Liz then asked to speak to Nimeh. What followed was a very excited conversation. I only overheard part of it, basically Nimeh denying she said what she said or did what she did.  After they had talked at length, Nimeh gave the phone back to me and went into the deli, banging around and muttering to herself. Liz was starting to explain (vent) to me about what she and Nimeh had said, when Nimeh came out fo the deli and told me she wasn’t feeling well and that she was going home. Once again, the phone switch happened and Liz told Nimeh if she walked out the door, she would no longer have a job. Nimeh said “fine with me” and left anyway.

So, short story long, Nimeh no longer works there *happy dance*. There’s a major source of tension out of my life. Of course, it also means that now we have to hire and train two people before I can get off of nights, but third shift will be much more pleasant to work, so I’d say it was well worth it.

“Challenge is a dragon with a gift in its mouth… Tame the dragon and the gift is yours.” -Noela Evans

Oooooh man, it’s been a rough week. I started out feel ing good. Really good. Too good, as it turns out, because I ended up totally overdoing it at the gym on Monday and Tuesday. I have a couple of muscle groups that just feel like they’ve been punched. So, not being a total masochist, I gave myself a couple of extra resting days yesterday and today…… Well, it was more my body insisted on resting than any real decision on my brain’s part. Kind of a “either you lie down or you fall over” thing. I’m better now, just a bit achey and with interesting popping noises happening when I stretch. I’ll be back at the gym tomorrow, but I’ll keep it light.

So, what else has been happening? Work work work, of course. I’m still on nights….dammit. We had a new girl hired to work third shift, had her in a couple of days for training, then she worked one overnight shift with Nimeh and never came back again. Our manager at this pint has had enough. Not enough to fire her….yet…. but enough to tell me to stop avoiding confrontations and call Nimeh on her bullshit. Not just me, but everyone who works with her. I seem to be the tip of the spear, however… Maybe because I’m the one who really stood up to her in the past. My challenge will be putting a positive spin on any confrontation I have with her. Maybe positive is the wrong word, more like constructive…. Which would be easier to do if I was dealing with a rational person. The trick will be not letting myself react emotionally if (when) she flips out. Ah well, that should make life interesting.

On the positive side, our store’s “shrink” has gone down since I’ve been back on nights. “Shrink” is coporate speak for product that’s lost without going through the register. Basically, theft and/or spoilage. Anyway, since I’ve been in charge of the register on nights, shrinks gone from $935 a week to $123,  so that’s being looked at as a rather large feather in my cap. I don’t know if it’s a result of my paying more attention to what’s going on in the store or if someone on nights was actively stealing. Either way, the change has been noticed and on a higher level than even the district manager, or so I’ve been told. My manager has been giving me more responsibility (and more overtime) as a result. At this point, I’m pretty much acting as an Assistant Manager, but without the actual title. The title will come in the next couple of months, so I’m not worried.

Yeah, so work, sleep, and exercise has pretty much been my life lately.

Little Sally came home from school with a smile on her face
and told her mother, “Frankie Brown showed me his weenie
today at the playground!”

Before the mother could raise a concern, Sally went on to
say, “It reminded me of a peanut.”

Relaxing with a hidden smile, Sally’s Mom asked, “Really
small, was it?”

Sally replied, “No, Salty.”

Mom Fainted.