One hour of lifting and I plan to bike this afternoon.
Also, i took my multi and the biotin…i think im gonna add two or three every three days, that way i know for sure which one was causing headaches.
You know what? This morning is not going the way I anticipated. The headache is minimal at least but the day is just not going very smoothly.
I ran out of one of my colognes for my Sil Cocktail. Then my filling fell out of my tooth, so that was wonderful.. A big juicy one and then a tiny one, or it was another piece of it. I’m not sure, but it was pretty round so I don’t know.
I forgot to take my iron which i planned to start for a week, as my palpitations are becoming more and more prevalent and my exhaustion grows. My hair is literally falling out so i also planned to start the biotin back up, but i forgot that too.
And before you start blaming my supplements for all my recent issues, i have not been taking them for a couple months now. Maybe even three or four, it’s been a while. So if anything, it’s the lack thereof.
Then I locked myself out of my room this morning, so I could not get the opener to go out the garage. I had to go through the front door thus I had to fight the cats to get out. Thankfully, Saraia volunteered to help me with that.
I got here this morning and the drawer is short, oh well. At least that’s not my fault, he prolly over dropped. Then I’m rotating the coffee and the coffee grounds go everywhere so I had to clean a giant coffee ground mess.
I know there has to be a way for me to control my feelings, in all these things that keep happening that are not going the way I want them to go. My biggest thing I think is that I’m just not happy and I don’t know why. Because I’m about to turn 40?
I don’t necessarily think it’s because I’m turning 40, but maybe because I’m turning 40 AND I really have nothing to show for it. I’m a lowly desk clerk making barely over mininum wage.
I know I hate my job, I really do and it’s not the employees, they’re all pretty amazing. It’s the guests, the people we have deal with yelling at us. Slow to nonexistent wifi, no shampoo, constantly changing rates, etc.
All the ridiculous things corporate implements specifically to make guests upset with us so they give us crappy scores, justifying our low pay. I’ve been back for over five years and I’m still not even making what I was when I left six years ago as a head housekeeper.
That’s ridiculous, I am making like 10 or 20 cents more than then people who are just starting off here. I know it’s time for me to move on. I’m worth a lot more than that. I do my job well, that’s how i have time to sit here and type this.
So between my job, not exercising when I’m supposed to, being a shitty mother, a shitty daughter and probably a shitty girlfriend, i feel devastated… I just need to teach myself not to care.
Also, my weight goal has been and ir currently 133 pounds and 9% bodyfat… I’ve been sober for 229 days and I’m still stuck at 140-141 pounds. Last time i only made it 120 days and I got down to 128. What’s up with that?🤷♀️
It’s because I’m eating pastries, chips and even pop sometimes. I’m not drinking my protein shakes twice a-day and not exercising even once most the time, i am such a lazy bitch, really. If you look at it without fogged glasses.
And you know? I thought my biggest issue was Matilda but I don’t think so. I think I just used her as a scapegoat because she’s a bully and she was an easy person to blame for everything. but everything wasn’t her fault or i wouldn’t feel this way.
Some of it was, she didn’t have to be a bully, she didn’t have to be mean and vile and work hard to make us feel like shit. But even so, everything was not her fault.
If I got paid my worth I probably would be happy here. I mean, I really have a pretty cush job, I do. And I should for getting paid minimum wage. But as long as I have my work done; I can keep an eye on my house, work on Christmas cards or poems or whatever I want to do, like this.
That piece is a plus for this job. But getting paid just a few cents more per hour than the people just starting, that isn’t fair. I may appear like i don’t work very hard but that’s only because i bust my ass to get my responsibilities done so i CAN sit and do nothing. And i don’t get paid to work any harder.
I also think I’m a little traumatized from a few instances that have happened here, one person in particular, his name was Sean. He kept coming in here and terrorizing me, he was bat shit crazy. One of my friends found out and took care of him, but you know there’s still that little bit of fear in me that he could walk in that door at any time.
Thinking about him, even now, makes me panic. I don’t believe I hae ever been more terrified of a single person ever in my life, than this guy. It’s been a couple years since that happened, i don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.
I’ve had to call the police on a few crazies over the years, Sean just takes the cake. There was also Michael, who tried to bash the window in with a chair. And that crazy guy who was screaming outside about allot of blood and stuff.
And there’s other crazy people anything can happen, especially here where we aren’t allowed to lock doors because guests might feel unsafe. What about me? Being an extremely anxious person, i already know this job is exactly not my cup of tea.
There’s just so many things going on in my head that I’m gonna get through it today. I’m going choose not care. I just don’t care if the coffee wants to dump everywhere, or guests want to yell at me because their mommy didn’t pay for their room yet or whatever, bring it.
I should be a happy person, I have a roof over my head, I have kids that I think love me, I have a boyfriend who adores me, i have a job, we’re free (semi) here in this country. All in all, I really have no business to be depressed in any way shape or form.
I can make it my business to stop it I know I can learn. I must teach myself to be happy with what I have and with whatever life throws at me because it’s probably not going to get easier.
[Suck it up buttercup]! I know that that sitting around feeling sorry for myself and hiding in the back office crying is not helping me or anyone else.
This whole not letting the people around me affect my current mood is allot harder than i imagined.
I will succeed; however, come hell or high water. Also, i have an idea…i might put it in to motion in the morning, if not, then Thursday:) Until tomorrow darlings. 😘
Last night I had a strange dream.
I dreamt that I was sitting on my bed, I looked out the window and there was some lady sitting on Tim’s porch. I asked him if he knew why there was someone over there and he said he did not know.
For whatever reason, I was able to move a lot faster than he. I got up and ran out the back door. As the garage door was opening I remember thinking, “I don’t know how I’m even going to deal with this lady because I don’t deal well with confrontation.” That’s just not my cup of tea.
As the garage door opens, I’m getting more and more angry about the fact that she’s over there where she doesn’t belong. I see her open the door and walk in as I duck under before it can even finish opening.
I start running across the street yelling at her, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get out of there!” I couldn’t believe she just walked right in! She wasn’t even acknowledging me. And Duke isn’t barking.
My adrenaline has clearly kicked in at this point because I have every intention of beating her ass. (Keep in mind I have never been in a fight in my life!) Adrenaline does powerful things to one’s body.
As I’m screaming, running across the street at her, she runs out of the house. She’s flailing about, being the standard tweaker-zombie we all know and loathe.
I realize now that if this really happened, she would not have been able to get away from me. I would have gotten there faster than she could have gotten out of the gate and around the fence. But it was a dream, and dreams can be off the wall in the middle of realistic.
As she came running out, another lady came running out of Jeff’s house, next door to Tim. Then on the other side of him is Alex’ house and somebody came running out of his as well.
They all started running down the street towards mckays, i don’t know why i didn’t chase them. I don’t know if they were carrying anything. I don’t know where Tim and the neighbours were. All of a sudden, Matilda was there!
She was crying and she told me that she was trying to help that lady and I’m thinking the one that i had just chased from Tim’s house. She said she had found her a bed for the night in a safe house or whatever.
She said she was really mean to her and didn’t appreciate it or care or want her help. She was crying like she was actually heart broken, and then she hugged me.
That is when I woke up. It’s really weird that I would dream that in the first place. Secondly, to have Matilda in it, and crying nonetheless: actually having feelings! Like, the world must have fallen on it’s head!
This is my thought on the whole thing as far as Matilda. I think either she found God or she crumpt, which to most people’s belief is finding God. I don’t know why else I would dream about her.
As far as the people being where they don’t belong, i do believe that has to do with the anger i still have over this psycho old lady that use to karaoke.
On Thanksgiving this 65-70 year old bag was wandering by and she looked around and then opened Tim’s mailbox. WTF.
I started to get up and he beat me to the door and poked his head out and said, “there’s nothing in there for you.”. She replied with, “oh i use to live here.”
Bullshit, you psycho drunk, he’s lived in his house for over twenty years. Her little 35 year old husband just didn’t find enough cans the day before i guess. Doesn’t give her the right to open people’s mail boxes.
The police are at their house often about 3 or 4 am for fighting. I hear it on the scanner. And i don’t care, they choose that life, they can have it. But don’t come stealing from my neighbours and me because you’re lazy drunks.
Then, we’ve also got this little tweaker Mexican guy that keeps stealing shit out of people’s yards and even garages, including mine. He’s probably also the one that stole my yard lights.. and i WILL get him this summer..i have plans for him.
Anyway, so as far as people taking things that do not belong to them, those two people are most likely the culprit to this dream i reckon. The Matilda part? I guess we’ll see what we’ll see, won’t we.
So anyway, I just thought I would share that odd dream with you because it’s just so weird. I hope you all have a great day and thank you so much for reading.
I remember when I was feeling like I needed to workout more than three hours a day. Now i find it hard to find time for two😔
The cats have been getting out when it’s not possible,,, here’s why🤣
Okay people, i know chips are against my diet but i forgot my oatmeal cup so i grabbed something on my way to work…
These chips and cinnabon decaf are AMAZING together!