Help Me Please!

Hello bloggers and bloggettes,

 Post two on day two but I can’t help it – I need advice!

I just got a new job, and I should point out, my first job about three weeks ago. Its at a kennel, and I am technically a full time employee (30-40 hours a week). Typically I work about 30 hours, with two days off. This week we are particularly busy because of the holiday so I was scheduled for about 43 hours (3 hours of overtime, on top of an extra 10 hours with only one day off). I immediately got SUPER overwhelmed, cried, had a panic attack and made the decision to call my boss to check if it was correct. He explained that he didn’t think I would mind extra hours, and that the holiday was time and a half. I said okay, hung up and proceeded to cry more. After consoling from my boyfriend and roommate, I called back and explained that I wanted to be honest, I was feeling overwhelmed by the number of hours – he quickly told me that he would switch me with someone so I didn’t feel overwhelmed. Shortly after he called to confirm I received the email with the new schedule and HOORAY! I have two days off.

Now, you would think I’d be happy right? Well you’re wrong. For the first time this week I was scheduled to work on Sunday, an all day shift. I dread seeing my name in that slot, and I assumed that since I had the same schedule for two weeks that I was set and NOT working on Sunday. As unhappy as I am, I will work this Sunday. The knot in my stomach is that this may become permanent …. I have about 1000 reasons that it probably won’t – he said this schedule was for the busy holiday week, two extra people are scheduled for Sunday or at least I think two people – I would drive myself crazy trying to figure out the pattern. I just have my fingers crossed that I won’t be scheduled for Sundays on a permanent basis ya know?

 

So here’s where I need the advice possible employers or employees – did I make a huge mistake calling my boss and asking for less hours? AND just a matter of opinion – do you think I’ll be scheduled for Sundays normally…. I could do a poll but I’d like to get some comments and start a conversation. You can be TOTALLY honest – I’m tough and pretty logical.

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Keep it going

Well followers, we’ve made it to day two – I doubt that’s a milestone in the blogosphere (ALWAYS WANTED TO USE THAT IN AN ACTUAL SENTENCE), but its a pretty big milestone for me. To top that off, I have 5 followers so my blog self esteem is at an all time high. Now I just have to manage to make myself seem interesting – the real challenge.

I figure each post I’ll introduce you to a person/animal, that way when I do talk about them (most likely gossip about them) you’ll have a little background as followers. Now, if we were to go in order of importance you would probably expect me to pick my boyfriend and you would be right – but I want to introduce you to my father, another key player in the game of bb twentysomething.

So, my dad stands at about 6’3, 250 lbs with a thick Bronx accent. For approximately 35 years of his life, my father was a raging alcoholic (and he’s only 50 …. they started them early back then). Cue typical Irish stereotype. Now, when I say raging I don’t mean angry raging, or mean raging … I just mean that this mofo’ could out-drink the best of them. He married my mother when he was 24, and divorced her when he was 28. I was born somewhere in the middle – and became a “victim” of his drinking as I’ve been told my whole life. Truthfully, I was a baby when they got divorced so I didn’t experience the typical dysfunctional child of divorce  feelings or behavior that you see in older kids (please do not think that I am in any way taking away from the pain a divorce brings a child, I’m simply saying I didn’t experience it). Because of this, you won’t hear (or see i guess) me complaining about my absent father and all the damage its caused me – because at least consciously it hasn’t. I am not a slutty girl with daddy issues, nor am I lost or longing for affection – my boyfriend looks and acts NOTHING like my father so I’m not fulfilling some sort of oedipal complex. I turned out relatively “normal”, really unaffected by the situation I was born into. I love my parents, and to the dismay of my mother, I do not resent or hate my father … in fact I moved in with him when I was 17, and lived with him until I went to college. Less about the alcohol, more about the man – My dad has a unique personality that is a storm of lack of affection from HIS parents, and his experiences as an alcoholic. He is crass, obscene, rude, condescending, belittling, arrogant and stubborn but in the best ways possible. It may seem like a bad combination – but it actually turns out to be quite humorous.

I am incredibly attached to my dad, and I consider him the most important person. As you will learn later, my mother leaves much to be desired, so I am incredibly lucky to have him in my life. He got re-married, and that situation is quite Cinderellian but I am learning to deal with it.  – thats my dad in a nutshell

my boyfriend and roommate want me off my computer – this happens A L O T.

Check back tomorrow to see if the dream is still alive.

 

Let’s try this again. FIRST BLOG POST.

So, I have to admit this isn’t my first attempt at a WordPress blog. About three months ago I started my FIRST blog WOOHOO!, and as with most attempts at documenting whats going on in my head, it lasted about three very eager days (I’m talking like 5 or 6 posts a day). I’m one of those people who really wish they had a cool blog, actually not even a cool blog but one that lasts longer than a bikini wax. I also had a lot of weird privacy issues – like trying to change the names of everyone i know … and then actually remember those fake names or setting it to private, than password protected, then remembering I won’t… and can’t remember the passwords so I changed it back to private. It was as if I actually thought every person I knew was going to read it, see how I really feel about them and never talk to me again. This time, I’m going to be brave – I’ve created a fairly elusive blog name, and created a new email because well, my personal email is my full name (remember in the 90’s, or in the aol dial-up era when it was terrible to post ANY personal information online for fear that all of the burglars, kidnappers and murders would meet you in a chat room, learn your complete identity from your screenname and come get ya!?) and therefore I will be making this a public blog, and I’m going to try out this tagging business. The vanity in me thinks that someone will find it amusing, but my expectations are that I will be the only one amused by these ramblings.

So I’m a twenty-something (it just sounds to chic not to abuse) and I have a family that annoys me, a boyfriend who I’d love to, a pretty rad roommate, two badass cats, a job working with dogs and a bizarre obsession with sharks.

You’ll come to meet and learn about each aspect eventually – if I can keep this blog going.

(as a psychology major, polls make me enthusiastic so if you decide to read this, look for LOTS OF POLLS)