In this day in age, we are all connected. Connected to social media and thus the world, connected to our phones which house multiple ways to connect, which are then connected to the world wide web where all of these connections are housed. To further matters we have now started to connect our phones to devices we wear to track or productive we are each day. Or to a watch that does everything your phone does, but in a more convenient size.
These wearable devices have never been of any desire to me. I don’t need my phone to tell me how unfit I am, nor my bracelet. But let’s talk just a minute about the advancements that have been made in getting our televisions connected. Or maybe I should just say our program viewing connected and therefore hugely broadened. We can now go online with our TV. I know what you’re thinking, this is no new news. I am fully aware of that, but it is fairly new to me.
Let Me Explain:
See, until a little over a year ago I lived in the country. Living in the country is great. You could yell and not worry about your neighbors hearing you, you could allow your kids to pee outside and no one would see. You could go a little extra time between cutting your grass and no one would care. You never had to worry about any drop-by company because nobody was ever in the area so letting the household chores go a little was okay too. In October in this small town, the kids roll yards for fun. Most parents are okay with it and I am too. But let me tell you when we lived in the country we NEVER had to worry about getting rolled. Nobody was coming all the way out there to do it. Continue reading
Well, tomorrow is the day I get to report the non-progress I’ve been experiencing. I know I have said this a lot here lately, but I mean really? How much is it going to rain? For the love of God and all of my aching body parts let’s put an end to this unstable air PLEASE?
I have been fairly absent from the blogging scene lately. Between school ending and mother in law in the hospital and me feeling like the tin man needing several squeaks of oil, I’ve just been burnt out. Something I seriously don’t understand: why in the world do we need to have these grand graduations after every single school year? Why did I have to attend my 6-year-olds graduation, my 10-year-olds, and my 17-year-olds girlfriends all in one week? Hers I understand. Graduating high school is sort of a big deal, but the others are just part of life. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my kids be rewarded for doing good in school, but I didn’t have these graduations and all these goings on in my time and I think, I hope, that I turned out okay.
Maybe I’m old-fashioned, I don’t know for sure. But see, in my time passing school was something you were expected to do. Every. Single. Year. And if you did, then you did what you were supposed to the next grade up and if you didn’t then you got to try to get it right the next year in that same grade. I guess there’s not enough opportunity to build these little butter cups up in this day in age. We must give everyone a graduation and an award, just for participating. It’s sad really.
So now it’s summertime and there’s one GREAT thing about summertime and that is that we get to sleep in. I don’t have to get up and shuffle kids around to schools. I get to spend all day with these kids and trust me when I say this. I love them. I love them more than anything in this world. And still, I have to say those two sentences to myself several times a day to keep from hollering at them. They fight and argue and tattle tell ALL DAY LONG. And there’s a small period of time they’re being unusually quiet and liking each other for a moment I go in to check on them and they’ve made the biggest messes one could imagine. They can turn this house into a scene on hoarders in nothing flat. Which in turn I make it into a scene as well. But not on hoarders. On Snapped.
As I sit here waiting on my youngest to get out of school in the car rider line I can’t help but be thankful it’s Friday. I don’t know why. I don’t work anymore so every day is the same. Actually, the weekends are a little more taxing on me because everyone is home so there’s no downtime.
I guess it’s second nature to be happier on Fridays. Even when I worked Fridays weren’t very significant because I worked retail 7 days a week. I started out as a sales representative (SR). I worked my way up to a floating assistant sales manager (ASM). I was on top of the world. Moving on up. But I was quickly brought back down a notch when a bigger company bought my company out and my position didn’t map over so I was back to an SM.
They threw the word senior in front of my title. I guess this was their way of saying they recognized me, but not really. To make matters worse, the position I did map over and qualify for was between me and another coworker that was gobbled up in the merger.
I was pregnant during this and I lost my baby girl at 21 weeks. Her name was Emma and she was still born. We were devastated. While I was on leave they gave that position to the other candidate. I’d lost any love I had for that company at that point, but I still worked for another year. Until I found another position as a district sales manager (DSM) for an individually owned market off of the same franchise.
Things were looking promising again, but the pay didn’t pan out to be very good. I became pregnant with my youngest son and had some complications so I quit work and I’ve been home with the youngins since then. Continue reading