It's not a good day already. I feel blah - like just need to go home, crawl back into bed, and do nothing. All day.
How about I'm sitting here in my office, trying not to cry because I'm so sick of people and their stupidity.
I'm "just" Customer Service at the company I work for (more like my boss's assistant and CS and licensing and whatever else he needs done), but I don't get the same respect or help that "regular" CS does. I look like a fucking jackass when I get asked questions that I can't answer.
I'm "just" Customer Service, but I get left out of training because I may not need it immediately...and then get left out of the fun things as well (dinner with our sales reps that I still talk to).
I'm "just" Customer Service, so my part of my mobile phone bill isn't paid for, but work can still call me on vacation days.
I feel like a whiny baby right now...doesn't help that Auntie Flo is here and I haven't been sleeping well and we're not getting raises (at least until September...meaning not at all) this year, and I'm tired of it.
So tired...of everything.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Chubby Cheerleader?
I was perusing Yahoo this morning while waiting on my system to boot up, and the first story I came across was this one:
Female Blogger Weight-Shames Cheerleader
Being a former high school and collegiate cheerleader, who was NEVER one of the skinny ones (gotta have bases!), I took immense offense to the hag who wrote the original piece. CBS Houston has taken it down, but I'm diligently searching for it. The Yahoo story was more on the positive side, but I found one that said that she should "either don't be a professional cheerleader or don't be pudgy." *facepalm*
You know, not everybody likes looking at super skinny girls where you can see ribs more than muscle or hip bones more than boobs. I have both slender/skinny/thin friends, and those who are built more like me (I'm fat, yos). The majority of my guy friends are more interested in a girl who can/will eat, and not just a diet salad.
Maybe she enjoys her food, but still works out to maintain a healthy weight. Maybe she's got some water-weight gain from PMS. Maybe she's tried everything to get rid of the softness in her middle, and nothing's worked, so she said "Fuck it. I'm an NBA cheerleader. As long as I can do this, I'll keep doing it, and I'm going to rock the outfit for those guys who prefer softness to hard angles."
I honestly don't know what she said to herself when this story came out. It doesn't matter. She's kicking ass and taking names in the NBA dance world, and she can KEEP rocking it. She's a new hero to girls all over who think that they have to have six-pack abs and huge boobs to do something they love.
Hell, she's a new hero to ME.
MsDreamer
Female Blogger Weight-Shames Cheerleader
Being a former high school and collegiate cheerleader, who was NEVER one of the skinny ones (gotta have bases!), I took immense offense to the hag who wrote the original piece. CBS Houston has taken it down, but I'm diligently searching for it. The Yahoo story was more on the positive side, but I found one that said that she should "either don't be a professional cheerleader or don't be pudgy." *facepalm*
You know, not everybody likes looking at super skinny girls where you can see ribs more than muscle or hip bones more than boobs. I have both slender/skinny/thin friends, and those who are built more like me (I'm fat, yos). The majority of my guy friends are more interested in a girl who can/will eat, and not just a diet salad.
Maybe she enjoys her food, but still works out to maintain a healthy weight. Maybe she's got some water-weight gain from PMS. Maybe she's tried everything to get rid of the softness in her middle, and nothing's worked, so she said "Fuck it. I'm an NBA cheerleader. As long as I can do this, I'll keep doing it, and I'm going to rock the outfit for those guys who prefer softness to hard angles."
I honestly don't know what she said to herself when this story came out. It doesn't matter. She's kicking ass and taking names in the NBA dance world, and she can KEEP rocking it. She's a new hero to girls all over who think that they have to have six-pack abs and huge boobs to do something they love.
Hell, she's a new hero to ME.
MsDreamer
Monday, April 22, 2013
Updates for You!
Dreamers, lemme hit you with some updates here!
Mr Realist got a job!! He's the new Director of Document Retention at a bank near us :)
The nice part is, he was doing it at the bank he worked at before he went to the dealership, so it's all stuff he knows how to do! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the prayers and good thoughts that you sent our way. Now, to get on with being able to purchase needs -- new stove, new living room furniture.
Mr Realist surprised me with some information on Friday night. We've got an extra paycheck coming in May, and he said that he's going to make it up to me for keeping him on track and mostly out of his depression for the three months that he was unemployed. Now, do I want a pretty necklace or earrings? :) In my defense, he did say he was taking me to a jewelry store.
We're rearranging the house. Not just the stuff inside the rooms, but the rooms themselves. See, when you were to walk into my house, you were in the living room. From there, you could walk into the kitchen; left to the bathroom and the spare room; and keep on straight to the master bedroom.
Well, the spare room is now our bedroom (just big enough for our bed and two dressers); what was the living room is now the front room of crafts/storage/deep freeze; and what was the master bedroom is now the living room -- it's the biggest room in the house.
Now...what do do with all my crap! I've taken almost 10 boxes to Salvation Army, and five bags of trash out (papers, misc stuff). I'm slowly organizing my crafts, and we're building a sewing table for me as well. Poor JB -- gonna have to deal with Mum's sewing noise. :)
How's your days been, Dreamers?
Ms D
Mr Realist got a job!! He's the new Director of Document Retention at a bank near us :)
The nice part is, he was doing it at the bank he worked at before he went to the dealership, so it's all stuff he knows how to do! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of the prayers and good thoughts that you sent our way. Now, to get on with being able to purchase needs -- new stove, new living room furniture.
Mr Realist surprised me with some information on Friday night. We've got an extra paycheck coming in May, and he said that he's going to make it up to me for keeping him on track and mostly out of his depression for the three months that he was unemployed. Now, do I want a pretty necklace or earrings? :) In my defense, he did say he was taking me to a jewelry store.
We're rearranging the house. Not just the stuff inside the rooms, but the rooms themselves. See, when you were to walk into my house, you were in the living room. From there, you could walk into the kitchen; left to the bathroom and the spare room; and keep on straight to the master bedroom.
Well, the spare room is now our bedroom (just big enough for our bed and two dressers); what was the living room is now the front room of crafts/storage/deep freeze; and what was the master bedroom is now the living room -- it's the biggest room in the house.
Now...what do do with all my crap! I've taken almost 10 boxes to Salvation Army, and five bags of trash out (papers, misc stuff). I'm slowly organizing my crafts, and we're building a sewing table for me as well. Poor JB -- gonna have to deal with Mum's sewing noise. :)
How's your days been, Dreamers?
Ms D
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Stress...
Yanno, I'm starting to stress out here, just a bit.
Mr Realist is sick. Again.
Here's what kills me--he never, ever got sick this many times prior to them putting him on the Metformin for diabetes.
I'm doing some research on metformin and immune system. So far, nothing I've read is good. Seems like it's depleting his B-12 levels, and that's what's causing him to catch colds so damned easily.
If any of you are diabetic and on metformin and are having the same issue, let me know what you're doing about it, please.
Ms D
PS--it doesn't help that we're on day 21 of no income for Mr Realist. Hopefully he hears back from unemployment today.
Mr Realist is sick. Again.
Here's what kills me--he never, ever got sick this many times prior to them putting him on the Metformin for diabetes.
I'm doing some research on metformin and immune system. So far, nothing I've read is good. Seems like it's depleting his B-12 levels, and that's what's causing him to catch colds so damned easily.
If any of you are diabetic and on metformin and are having the same issue, let me know what you're doing about it, please.
Ms D
PS--it doesn't help that we're on day 21 of no income for Mr Realist. Hopefully he hears back from unemployment today.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Yanno...
If you were able to read my Baby Daddy post a few weeks ago, feel privileged I've since put it back to drafts - not because I'm ashamed of what I wrote, but for my own piece of mind, I've halted it.
I do miss my friend, but I miss my pupper nephew more. I want to snuggle with Foofer (not his real name) and have him waller all over me, letting me be the Foofer Whisperer. That dog lurves me.
I think I'm more hurt that I can't see him than me not being able to see her. The hurt that I can't see Foofer or Rulo hurts way more than not being able to see T.
Send up a few prayers for us, please. Mr Realist is still unemployed.
Ms D
I do miss my friend, but I miss my pupper nephew more. I want to snuggle with Foofer (not his real name) and have him waller all over me, letting me be the Foofer Whisperer. That dog lurves me.
I think I'm more hurt that I can't see him than me not being able to see her. The hurt that I can't see Foofer or Rulo hurts way more than not being able to see T.
Send up a few prayers for us, please. Mr Realist is still unemployed.
Ms D
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