Dreams, Glitter and Tears

Work has been going well, I have been working full time hours so far, so much for a part time job. This next week, they have me scheduled for 37.5 hours, so I guess they are trying to give me part time hours, or something.

I've discovered an irritation I have with people on welfare. I've found that a lot of people on food stamps buy a lot of junk food. Damnit. I can't even buy genuine meals for my family let alone 20 pounds of ding dongs, twinkies and chocolate bars. Urgh! I don't even want to buy premium cuts of meat like a lot of the other people on welfare do, I just want regular old hamburger, hot dogs and sammich bread, maybe some 10 for a dollar ramen noodles. sheesh. Is that too much to ask for? tell the government, they keep saying that my family isn't eligible for such things because James has a job and we are married. What kind of backwards thinking is that? If someone has a "baby daddy" and is otherwise legally single, and sits on their ass watching soaps all day instead of bettering themselves and getting at least a minimum wage job and trying to support themselves, they can get money for food and bills, free medical care and the government is FINE with this!? UGH!! This is not all of the US that is this way, in Kansas, if you proved that you were at least trying to find work and that you had a genuine need for assistance, you were helped regardless of your marital situation. Denial based on legal marriage is retarded. If anyone out there in Texas is married and has welfare, please for gods sake tell me how you did it, or at least that the lazy bitch at the welfare office just lied to me or something because I've had it up to *here* with my snooty next door neighbor getting welfare, driving a brand new SUV and sending her brats to PRIVATE school just because her loser of a husband beat her and ended up in jail so she divorced his lame ass. fuck. I couldn't even get help for my family when I had hip surgery, couldn't walk, let alone care for myself or my kids, James had to take off of weeks of work to care for them and we racked up thousands and thousands of dollars in medical bills, and credit cards just to pay for living while he was taking care of the kids instead of working.

Why am I ranting about this here? I should make this my next Franky Rita entry. I might just do that tonight...

anyway, people on welfare that don't try to take care of their families themselves fucking suck. more later on that. :)

So work is great, I'm learning buttloads of produce codes and didn't realize that my fingers could move so fast on a 10-key. I only have to remember the right sequence of numbers in addition to remembering the right numbers themselves. One thing at a time. My bosses are impressed with me, except Michael, who couldn't be impressed with anything in his godawful excuse for a life if it depended on it- he is OBVIOUSLY depressed that he didn't make more of his life, hates his job and it shows on his face every painful waking moment of his day.
When I applied for the job and interviewed, I wanted daytime hours, from before school to when school gets out- 3:00. So I could be with my family at night, of course. Working sucks if you're alone all day at home while everyone is gone and then you work when they're all home. Since I covered a dayshift for someone at the last minute and do such and fantastic job of keeping my till even (is that really hard? Making sure I have the right amount of money in my till at the end of my shift is super easy. tonight I was .01 short because I accidentally dropped a penny into the check printing machine- oops!), I got great hours this next week. I work 5 days, which is more than I really wanted, and have 37.5 hours scheduled, which may as well be full time, but 4 of the 5 days are early morning to early afternoon shifts, even on the weekend- which is great because most of the heavy shopping is done in the mid afternoon to evening. I wish I was getting off of work a smidge earlier than 3:00 so I could meet the kids at school at 3:00 instead of risking being a few minutes late (which the school will NOT tolerate, the snobby fuckers) but overall, I'm overjoyed with the schedule. I get Tuesday and Wednesday off, which is cool because I can get appointments and stuff done then, which normal working peeps don't have the luxury of doing! Ha!

I got some Dr scholls insoles for my shoes, not the gel kind, which were kinda cool but a kind with arch support and a really padded heel, which was what was hurting me so badly by the end of my shifts. They even state that they help with lower back pain, which I have because of holding my body in a new and weird way to work the turntable system that brings the groceries to me. Between the insoles and 600mg of ibuprofen midway throughout my shift, I am in signifigantly less pain than I was before.

I still haven't lost any weight due to my continued muscle gain from biking all over hell and creation. But I have fantastically stronger, firmer, shaplier legs! If only James was a leg man, right? Haha! I wish I could train that into him, I've always had pretty great legs if I should toot my own horn. Specially in 5" or taller heels! HA!

Anywho, I feel better than I have in weeks, I'm making a decent income to suppliment James' and soon we will be able to do nice things like take the family out to a buffet or go on a date, or just buy myself something while I'm out running errands! Freedom! Now just to get my old credit issues taken care of so I can get my credit score up high enough to get myself a bank account again. It's been so long, people take those things for granted! I want to have my own checking account so badly so I can write my own checks for bills and can balance my own checkbook and do my own debit card purchases!! Such little things that please me!

More about life in general later, as I'm playing with my rats as I write this and they are climbing all over the keyboard and are driving me nuts with it! They even saved my entry halfway through once!! sheesh, crazy ratties!