I felt glum today. I never use the word “glum”; there are all sorts of words out there that I enjoy but don’t use often, perhaps that is why I like them? Now I’m pretty sure I used that semicolon incorrectly. Grammar be damned.
I was at work and was sent on an errand. As I was on my way to the hardware store (the rare occurrence because there are few things my store does not have and cut resistant work gloves are one of them) I had realized that I actually genuinely missed UConn, the UCMB and TBS. This isn’t the kind of “missing” that is shaded in sepia like homesickness, but a true sense of loss like a whole in my life I have yet to fill.
I went and volunteered at CPTV yesterday, answering phone calls for pledges during the women’s game (and offering “thank you gifts” that clearly had price tags) and I felt some sense of satisfaction. Even though the experience wasn’t all positive, it was all part of some great adventure I had with three friends from work.
One of the women I traveled with is 70 years old, a widow, and has traveled the world. While waiting for the training to start she showed us her camera-full of photos from around the world, the castles, the moutains, her favorite ice cream shop in Germany and the cat that followed her through Austria. She told us about getting a speeding ticket in Germany and how she has it framed on her wall next to the picture of her zip-lining through the forest. This woman is ridiculous. She also told us about how she volunteers 25 hours a week with the American Red Cross when she isn’t working at the grocery store where I work. She lives not only for herself, but for other people as well. She is also the happiest woman I’ve ever met.
I’ve been all torn up these last few months knowing very well what it was I left behind when I had to send that e-mail out, but I’m glad to know the NED is doing just swimingly (much as they always do). I just wish I could have done more.
Doing more. That is what I need to do. Ronald needs his groove back. These next few weeks and months I’m going to do all I can to not only get myself into a career (not just a job) I love, I am also going to do my damnedest to help as many people as I can. That is the vow I am making to you, all less-than-ten of you tumblr followers.
Music is good for the soul. I’m going to go chill now.
I find myself lately in cycles of sleep and work, in which the ratios are always different and unpredictable. I guess this is what the real world is about, I just figured I would be paid more and have benefits…oh well.
A pretty crummy thing happened at work, I was passed over for a promotion in favor of a kid three years younger than me, and who decided he didn’t want to go to college. I was insulted, not only by the fact that I was far more qualified than him, but by how I found out.
I walked in on his second round interview the week after I had my first round. I had no idea there was a second round, and my boss hadn’t spoken to me for a week. Her reaction included telling me that I wouldn’t have known of the second round had I worked at another location. As a result I was angry about her unprofessional bearing and lack of communication (a familiar story) and so I dragged her (not literally) to HR to discuss my thoughts on the manner. It was handled well, she was told she could have and should have dealt with her own employees in a more respectful manner, as we were there the entire time this process went on.
I was then told that it might be two or three years before I might possibly be considered as Customer Service Manager (The job I wanted, the job I was qualified for, the job I deserved) and that until then I was going to be stuck as part-time.
Two nights ago I applied to a medical billing company in Windsor. Let’s see how that goes. I cannot and will not continue to be stifled in my workplace for the “right time.” Now is the right time, now is my time, I will not be held back.