Two more hours until this year is officially over. It has been almost a complete 24 hours since my career at Target officially ended. It's now time to say goodbye and start anew.
Goodbye to the disrespect you get working in retail. Goodbye to dwelling on the past. Goodbye to all the tears I have cried this year. Goodbye to all the people I've lost (for good), yet haven't been able to let go of. Goodbye to the denial of my best friend being dead. I've held onto that long enough. Goodbye to all the animosity, jealousy, and hatred from the past years.
I plan to start this year out with nothing but optimism and happiness. New job, new outlook on life. I also plan on not making resolutions because they just don't work for me. Instead, I'm going to be making a list of goals I would like to accomplish.
Like losing some weight and exercising. Like spending more time with my friends. Like learning to cook new recipes, craft new crafts, and everything domestic. Like learning I should stick with Smirnoff and learn drinking a ton of liquor is no longer worth it.
.. On that note, -OH MY GOD-, Vodka and I do not get along after about seven shots. Wow. We become enemies .. and I usually lose.
Tonight, a few mixed drinks. Lots of Smirnoff beer. Lots of love. Home for once .. and loving every moment of it.
McDonald's breakfast. Ahh, you can feel your arteries clog with each bite you take. It's great. Know what's better than that? Getting $50 in gift cards to McDonalds for Christmas. My future in-laws are trying to make me a fatty fat. I can feel it. Literally. Haha.
Christmas was incredible this year. It wasn't so much the presents I got (which are all completely awesome), but it was more so seeing my mom and dad so happy. We've all pretty much had a rough year. Fortunately for me, I was having a better year financially. So, besides putting more into my wedding budget, I decided to put the money into my parents' Christmas. Their faces were worth it all. I still have the money for my wedding dress, cake, all the necessary stuff. I'm not going for a huge wedding because it's just not me. I'm simple, not over the top, and easy to please .. and that will be my wedding - simple.
New Years is going to be great this year. Out of the four years we've been together, this will be our first New Years together .. alone .. without him working at the club and me trying to snag a kiss at midnight. I'm excited. We're actually staying at home. I'm going to cook one of his favorite dishes, and then the plans are to get drunk. It's going to be great! His sister and brother-in-law may come over as well, but we're not 100% on that yet. If anyone doesn't have anything to do, you guys are also invited .. just let me know in advance if you want some food. =p
Saturday night is my last day of employment with Target. I'm a little sad about it. Not leaving the hell hole that I am at (which is lacking quality management, BTW). I am sad about leaving the friends that I have made there. I had a few rough bumps with the people when I first started - but then, I realized it was from all the tension and the stress with the management. Apparently, they thought I was going to be as disrespectful and foul as the rest .. and then they got to know me better. I think it is yet another reason why I do not mind leaving the place. The way they treat people is mind-blowing. They think the only way to make people work is embarass and belittle them. When they saw me say "Please" and "Thank you" and actually trust the people that I was over .. well, let's just say management didn't like me too well. I was "too nice", though they could never show me when that actually affected the way that people worked. The people that I managed were always on task and always getting their jobs done in half the time as the other teams. Why? Not because I'm awesome .. but because I worked with good people. My only hope is that they get someone in there that gives them the respect they deserve .. and someone that won't step over Kit's toes.
January 3rd, I start with the "family" business. I say "family" because, legally, they're not officially my family yet - though I do call them that. It's a new chapter in the story that is my life. A new chapter that is a step into my future, not a pause in a mundane life .. not a step backwards. For once, I feel completely positive. It's something that Nick and I will call our own one day. But for now, I'm just a meager employee .. haha! Seriously, this will give me time for myself, time for wedding planning, time for school, and most importantly .. time for my mom.
I'm also starting a new [paper] journal on January 1st. I plan on making a list of things that I want to try this year .. hopefully, I'll accomplish all of them. No resolutions for me this year. Besides, I'm making rules for myself. Rules I plan on following to better myself. Resolutions are nothing more but broken promises. I always follow the rules. ;)
So, my Christmas Eve started off very, v-e-r-y shitty and ended up being incredibly great. How so, you ask? Let me tell you.
The suckiness actually started around eleven last night. I started feeling nauseated and actually stayed up until around two in the morning, puking my guts out. That was fun. Especially when I had to get up at four in the morning to shower and go to work. My stomach still hurt at work, but I was determined to have a great holiday. That lasted all of five minutes. I sat down for a few seconds to catch my breath when I started feeling like I was going to throw up. It just so happened the LOD walked by. She doesn't like me .. and for the rest of the day, she treated me like I was being lazy - even though I was busting my ass and killing myself otherwise. She even had the other manager check in on me constantly. It ended up making me get all worked up and made my stomach even worse.
I ended up leaving two hours early because I couldn't take the pain. Then, my day got even "better". I merged onto an empty i-485, only to have some freak merge right infront of me and slam on their brakes a few miles down the road. We're the only two on the whole freaking interstate, and he wants to start shit. I slow down, he slows down. I try to pass him .. he speeds up, gets back in front of me and slams on his brakes. The worst part of this is he had a baby in the back seat and a blonde-haired white trash girl (and I say this because of her inability to apply light, even make-up) that was laughing up a storm in the passenger seat. I honestly almost feared for my life because they were so psychotic. I even tried slowing down to 35 in a 65mph zone just to get him to get the hell up the road and away from me. I finally ended up passing him after getting a run on him when his piece of shit '87 Honda stalled. I made sure to give the whore a "you're a fucking moron" look as I passed them. Funny, they don't like it when they get called out on their own terms .. though I did nothing wreckless to them, I just wanted the hell away from them.
After that, I called my mom because I was shaking and needed my nerves calmed. I mean, honestly, I couldn't comprehend what the fuck they were doing and why. I'm only guessing drugs .. and I'm semi-hoping it was. Mainly because they have to be literally insane if it's not drugs. And them having a kid scares me. Even more so, them doing something as wreckless as that with a child in the car .. it leaves me no hope for the future of this place.
Mom stayed on the phone with me until I made it home. Once I got home, I got dressed and went to Nick's parents' house for their Christmas dinner. Nick's mom is one of the best cooks EVER and she really out did herself this year. Not only that, the Secret Santa was a success and we had a ton of fun hanging out with everyone. Time seemed to go by too quickly there.
Now, I am home again .. full of food and happy. =)
I've had some time to think about this year and what the next year will bring. Honestly, this has been one of the best and most difficult years of my life. It's changed me in several ways and opened my eyes to many things. Overall, I am becoming a better person because of it and striving to make so much more out of the life that I have. The year coming up looks very promising and a chance to make even more changes to improve my living. It will be sad to see 2006 end, but exciting to see what 2007 may bring us all.
So, I had this song on a mix cd and now I see it is out. So, I can now say I like yet ANOTHER freaking pop song on the radio. But, I really do love this one. In any case, I'm posting the lyrics and the video. Enjoy!
I like, Where we are, When we drive, In your car. I like, Where we are, Here.
Cause our lips, Can touch. And our cheeks, Can brush. Our lips can touch, Here.
Where you are the one, the one, That lies close to me. Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly." I fell in love, in love, With you suddenly. Now there's no place else, I could be, but, Here in your arms.
I like, Where you sleep, When you sleep, Next to me. I like, Where you sleep, Here.
Our lips, Can touch. And our cheeks, Can brush. Cause our lips can touch, Here.
Where you are the one, the one, That lies close to me. Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly." I fell in love, in love, With you suddenly. Now there's no place else, I could be, but, Here in your arms.
Our lips can touch. Our lips can touch, Here.
You are the one, the one, That lies close to me. Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly." I fell in love, in love, With you suddenly. Now there's no place else, I could be, but, Here in your...
You are the one, the one, That lies close to me. Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite, miss you quite..." I fell in love, in love, With you suddenly. Now theres no place else, I could be, but, Here in your arms.
Here, here, here, here in your arms. Oh, here in your... arms.
For the record, I absolutely cannot listen to "The Christmas Shoes" without crying. Seriously. I try to hold it in .. I just cannot. If Nick is around, I avoid it at all costs .. cause the bastard makes fun of me. Haha.
In any case, ten more days of Target hell .. and then I am out of there. I am absolutely ecstatic. And I cannot wait to start my new job with the love of my life and future family, whom I already consider my family. I know that I've heard alot of horror stories about in-laws, and I've went through the whole meeting-the-parents-of-your-boyfriend and being judged to no end stage several times. It's no fun. From past experience, it was horrible. It was one of the reasons that I was convinced I would never get married. I absolutely hate being judged, and that was some of the worst type of judgement you could go through. I actually avoided meeting Nick's parents for a while. As a matter of fact, I didn't meet them the whole first year we were together. Then, I finally grew the balls to meet them, though I was scared shitless. After the first five minutes, I was completely at home with them. They were so nice, non-judgemental and welcoming. They just had this way of making you feel like you were part of their family. And they have not changed one bit through the years. They've been nothing but supportive of me and Nick - not only our relationship, but our own personal decisions and lives. When my mom was in the hospital, they were there for me more than anyone else. When the doctors told me my mom may not have long to live, they offered to move my wedding date to as soon as possible and pay for my whole wedding just so my mom could be there to see her little girl get married. Words cannot describe how much I have for Nick's parents. I really do consider them my second parents - I am closer to them than most of my blood family.
Nick and I actually went out last night. It was fun. Normally, the only time we get to go out is when we go to visit Ashley and Russ, or his parents. But, we went to Velocity's company Christmas party last night. It was so much fun, even though I only knew half of the staff .. but I got to see Jake, and that made me happy. I also got to meet and spend a majority of my time talking to one of the new staff members that Nick knew about as well as I did (and by that I mean not much at all). He is soo sweet and so cute. We stayed for about two hours before we left to come home and put the last of the Christmas decorations on the tree.
I'm going to see my mom tonight after working. Spending the night in Gastonia to take her shopping and then back home to cook Nick an awesome home-cooked meal .. which I haven't done in quite some time. I'm excited .. especially about seeing mom. I haven't seen her in a week and I miss her!! =)
So .. I just checked. There are two Bridal Shows coming up in Greensboro. January 7th .. and the 27th. Who's going with me?? *cough*AmandaRachelAshleyChase*cough*
I've talked about it. I've bitched about it. Now, I think that I will finally get to do it. Come the end of the year, I will be leaving my current job. As much as I have tried to make it work, it's not. I cannot be in denial about it anymore.
I've had a job offer for several months now. It has been with Nick's family's business. They have tried to get me to come on board with them for many, many months now. For some reason though, I felt guilt about my supervisor getting me the job at the store closer to my house. Then, I finally smacked myself into reality. He didn't get me the job .. I got myself the job with my experience and finesse in the interviews. All he did was actually schedule the interview time. I tried to lie to myself and say that Nick's family could not afford another person. It's a lie. I know it. But, it was my denial. Now, I think I am going to take it. My career in retail needs to end with the end of the year. I have done it since I was 15, it needs to end.
I cannot deny that I have loved my career in retail. However, I have made very bad choices in my retail career. My biggest bad choice is transferring to a store that had just recently opened with a bunch of rookies as executives. Then, we got a very over-emotional female store manager. I've said it before .. I think women should have equal rights and all of that - but, I think some jobs are a little too stressful and a little too prone to making the worst of female emotions come out. I'm supposedly in a management position, yet I am treated like a child who does not know what she is doing. If I ask for guidance from my supervisor, he gives me the easiest way out. I'm not supposed to second-guess with him, I *have* to do what he suggests. If I don't, I get scolded and talked down to like a five year old that just peed the bed. If I do listen to him, I get scolded by the store manager. If I try to explain I wouldn't have done it .. except I was told to, then I get told I "know better". I'm given a list of duties for the day, and then I get even more added through the day. If they're not all completed, I have "time management issues" or I'm just standing around with my thumb up my ass. No one takes responsibility for anything there. If I goof up, I admit to it .. and then I am treated like an idiot. I can't take it. I can't take the stress. When you go from loving a job and being one of the best ones .. to transferring to a store where you are talked about behind your back and treated like an idiot; it takes a toll on you.
Not to mention, they are firing people for the most ridiculous reasons in the world. It's to the point that I am not worried about what I do getting me fired .. it's more I worry about what I don't know that I am doing getting me fired. At this store, they don't give write-ups before they fire you .. they don't warn you in any way .. they just find some ridiculous reason and end your job AFTER you work your eight-hour shift. My favorite termination reason was for someone doing a punch change and putting down a time that just so happened to be TEN minutes before his shift actually started. Yeah .. bullshit.
So, I am taking the job to work with Nick and his parents. They have a very good business going. Not to mention, my schedule will be super flexible. AND my pay will be practically the same .. if not more, considering I will be saving about $150-$200 a month in gas! My car will love me a lot more. That also means that I can save up money for my wedding and also have the flexibility to go back to school. =) It's also good for me to go ahead and start. I can get my training out of the way and work on my experience level. Nick's parents are planning on retiring soon, so we're pretty much going to be taking over. I think overall, my favorite thing is watching Nick's parents work together and see how happy they are together. It's a fantasy of mine to have Nick and I work together with our own business. And this gives me the flexibility to do things on the side as well. MORE TIME FOR MISSY.
I think it has been pretty obvious that I have been trying to find a financial way out of my job right now. Buying a house does not make that very easy. But now, I'm not going to have any desperate attempt out of my job .. I have a glimpse into a steady, financial future. And, for once in my life, I am not hesitating .. I am taking that leap.
Right now, I am more content and at peace with myself than I have ever been in my entire life. =)
For once, I don't feel stressed and pressed for time to buy Christmas gifts! Like I said, the gifts this year aren't going to be too great thanks to wedding expenses and land taxes (only negative to owning your own place) .. but, I had some extra money and managed to get most of my gifts already!
Amanda .. Antonio .. Ashley .. Josh .. Rachel .. Russ .. Mom .. Dad .. Nick .. My person I drew in Secret Santa in Nick's family .. Dave ..
All out of the way! The only ones left are the animals (they're getting baked goods), my cousin Sam, my uncle Ricky, and my princess Rusty. Rusty's is the only one I'm having to put some thought to because it's his birthday AND Christmas gift all in one. But, I am pretty sure that I already have his present in mind, too. So, hurray!
Not only that, but Nick and I went ahead and bought about fifty bucks worth of food for the food drive at our church for those in need at the holiday. I'm so happy and thankful that I get to help out this year. It's always wonderful to know that you're helping out someone that may need a little extra something (especially food) that they cannot afford at the holidays.
Tomorrow is my Daddy's birthday so I'm going there after work. He's going to be FIFTY-EIGHT years old. WOW! I am just in too great of a mood today. =)
Below is the recipe for the Apple Dumplings (aka Vagina Dumplings*) that I made the other night. Only, I didn't follow it exactly .. so, my modifications will be noted further down.
Apple Dumplings
3 Granny Smith apples 1 C. sugar 1 can Hungry Jack Biscuits¹ 1 stick margarine 1 C. water Cinnamon
Preheat oven to 400ºF. Heat sugar, margarine, and water in saucepan until melted. Peel, core, and cut apples into eighths. Divide 10 biscuits in half to make 20 biscuits². Wrap each half biscuit around each eighth of an apple. Place wide side of apple down and open edges up. Arrange into large baking dish or pan. Pour sugar mixture over biscuits and sprinkle with cinnamon. Bake at 400º for 15 minutes or until done³.
NOW .. for my notes and modifications.
* Seriously, after they're baked, they look like vaginas. No lie.
¹ It calls for Hungry Jack, but I used the Pillsbury Grands flaky biscuits. For one, they're bigger .. and, two, the flakes make it easy to separate. Only difference is they come in an 8 pack, not 10.
² If you use Grands, you'll get less. HOWEVER, if you like less bread and more fruit goodness, you can actually divide the Grands biscuits into three, giving you more. Don't worry .. you'll have apples left over to fill those as well.
³ This is the part where I tell you extras! For one, I would wait until the apples are already prepared and the sugar mixture is half-way melted before turning on the oven. Otherwise, it's a waste of power.
Don't be stingy with the cinnamon either!
And for my last tip, don't worry because your dumplings are swimming in a pool of sugar mixture. They're supposed to. After they're done cooking, take a baster and baste the dumplings with the mixture in the bottom of the pan .. it makes them nice and moist!
It's always weird when you graduate from high school and don't see your friends for years. But, it's even weirder to hear that someone you considered a friend during that time is now sentences to four consecutive life sentences with no parole for killing four people ...
I just wanted to make this post and say that I get to see Ashley tonight. And I am extremely ecstatic about this. Not only that, I just got a text from Nick that said "I am excited about tonight's play date with Russ" .. that made me smile. I have such a goofy boyfriend. =)
THIS is why I get soo frustrated trying to plan for my wedding!!
So, I am thinking if nothing else, I can look through and try to find some bridesmaid styles I like. Well, that I like and that suit my wonderful bridesmaids. I know Rachel wanted more coverage and all. Lo and freaking behold, I find a dress that I *love* that has coverage. I get all freaking excited. Then, OF COURSE, it's already discontinued .. and, in every place that I go and that I websurf, it's still over $150!!
Bleh!
I just need to find a day that all of us are free and go shopping. Honestly, it doesn't have to be an official bridesmaids dress or anything .. I just want my girls to be comfortable and coordinating.
WHY does this have to be so difficult?! lol
Here's a pic of the dress, if you're interested ..
(This is what happens when you have nothing to do and three hours before you have to start getting ready for work.)
So, I was watching a talk show. I won't say which one because (a) you'll make fun of me, and (b) I do like watching this show sometimes and I don't want to give it a bad reputation. In any case, they basically went on this whole rant about how you can't change a "bad boy" and how you shouldn't try to even see potential in this person because, as stated above, you'll never change them. So, why even stick around and try? So, what exactly did they mean by a "bad boy"? Well, from what I gathered, it was the usual stereotypical stuff. Drinking, having sex with lots of women, drugs, definitely not committed to just one woman. You know, that type.
Five years ago, I would have totally agreed with this. But, then again, five years ago .. I was interested and doing that type of guy. Mind you, not all the characteristics were there, but the main ones were. And everyone told me I was wasting my time .. and, with him, I knew I was. I just had this whole big thing about being alone. I think it's the reason that alot of girls stay in bad relationships, really. So, how do I get rid of him and over him? I start dating another guy. Guess what? Another bad boy. So, here I am, following the stereotypical dating of good girls that like the bad guys. The only difference was that I had some strange feeling about this guy. It was a feeling that I had never in my life felt before. Maybe I had felt it a little, but not as strongly. Some call it love, and I could agree with them. But at the time, all I knew was I wanted this guy. I actually needed him.
He was like no other guy that I had ever met before. No matter what, he was true to himself. He didn't care what others thought of him because he was happy. He was living his life the way he wanted to. I was hooked. Public schools and society have a way of fucking you up mentally. They condition you to think that you should look a certain way, listen to a certain type of music, and speak a certain way. Being a little overweight when I was younger, I was always self-conscious. Even after puberty hit and took away the fat, I was still self-conscious. I was quiet because I wanted people to like me and I thought the only way for that was to just not let them know the real me. I wasn't very social because I always had this phobia of people just looking at me and judging me on the spot. It was horrible. Some of the friends I surrounded myself with were completely absorbed with this. They wanted everyone to like them, so they spent daddy's money on everything that was popular and socially accepted. To say I was intrigued with him was an understatement. It was also around the time that I had started hanging around people that expressed themselves and didn't care about what others thought. I had met a wonderful guy right before then who was going through a rough time because he had decided to come out and tell everyone that he was gay. He was ready, he didn't care what the consequences were. He made me realize that if he could come out to the world, then I could to .. only not by saying I was gay, just being comfortable with myself. ;)
So, I went through this transition the same time my best friend/gay boyfriend was. I was learning to love myself and not depend on some guy who just called/complimented me for sex. I was going out more and meeting new people and actually having fun being myself. I was not quiet, I did not censor myself .. and, amazingly, these people didn't care and actually loved me for being me.
Enter said "bad boy".
We met through mutual friends at the club that he was working at. Not exactly the accepted way to meet Mr. Right. My intentions were bad. I just wanted to meet a guy who would like me, accept me, date me .. and we'd possibly take it forward. In all honesty, I was wanting to meet a guy I could have fun with. I wanted to try out this whole new freedom thing. This guy was hot. He was nice. The only problem was .. he kept calling me "Misty" and it got on my last nerve. No fear, I didn't care. So, we started talking. The talking led up to a first date. A second date. Sex. I had sex with him five months after I had met him. The only problem was outside of his job at the club, we never really talked. We started talking on the phone about two, possibly three months after we met. After that, we didn't get to see each other much because we lived over two hours away from one another. For me, this was definitely different.
We started dating exclusively. Right after we did, the "L" word came into play. I had a bad history with guys, so I told him I loved him, too .. but, I didn't really mean it. At the time, I didn't think he meant it, either. It was just something that guys and girls said to one another when they were dating, right? Little did I know, he meant it. Honestly and whole-heartedly. Apparently, he saw something in me, too. And he felt something. Sure, he had a rough past (read: bad boy past), but he wanted to change. He actually wanted to go back to the way his parents taught him to be. This whole bad boy history he had was just something he did in college to be accepted. Why? He was the quiet boy in high school .. the self-conscious boy that always made good grades, but never got the girl like the other guys. He wanted to change that. Then, said ex of mine started calling me and bringing up the "L" word. Not to mention, my now-boyfriend was saying the "L" word. I saw this as some connection between all guys. I didn't like it. Besides, I was young and having fun, right? I closed myself off. I only visited him for sex and we really didn't go out much. Now, the tables had turned and he started seeing me as the girls he had dated in the past. So, what happened? He dumped me.
Did I care? At first, no. I was like "Okay, cool!"
Then, that night, I thought about it .. and lost control. The guy had cried on the phone when he broke up with me. He always sent me sweet little messages, called to make sure I was okay, and he brought the "L" word up all the time, not only during the intimate moments. Not only that, I felt a huge loss. I had never felt that way before. I called my gay boyfriend and asked him his advice. I told him everything. His exact words were, "You may have thought you were just looking for a piece of ass, but you actually found love."
The next few months (hell, the whole next year) was a whirlwind of different emotions. I had broken the boy's heart. He saw all girls as the same and tried going back to his old ways .. but, that ended up slapping him hard in the face. He was down on his luck. I finally admitted to him what I saw him as in the beginning and how I was wrong. When all of this happened to him, all of his "friends" pretty much abandoned him. I saw his hurt and I knew that, no matter what happened between us, I had to be there for him. And I was. Every pain-staking step of the way.
It was a hard road to travel, but in the end, it paid off. No matter what happened, I was there for him. No matter if we were dating others or not, we were there for one another. Both of us dated after we broke up. But, only once. And both relationships lasted less than a week. Through everything, we were there for one another .. with all the love that we had. We finally realized that we were fighting the wrong thing, and we started dating exclusively again. Nine months after that, he asked me to marry him and I accepted. Now, I am planning our wedding and we're planning the rest of our lives together.
With all that said, I do not agree with what the girls on the show were saying. Yes, some guys are bastards. Yes, they may still be that way. But, no one has a right to judge someone on their past. And, if you think about it, when you call someone that, it's judging them by their past. They may have some of the tendencies, but don't break up with them just because they decided to open up to you and say what they did in the past. Of course, I wouldn't look into more than just a hook up if they admit they're still like that.
From the very beginning, Nick was honest with me about what he did in the past. And he did act out a little of that when we broke up. However, I didn't care. I loved him and I knew he was just lashing out. He saw me as a person being myself and loved that about me. And I accepted him for the way that he was. He loved me and wanted to be with me. As he told me, being around me made the old him (and by this, I mean the old person he was before the drugs, sex, etc) come out, and for once, he was actually comfortable with that. He had never been comfortable with being himself around any other girl. And that's why he chose to change back to who he used to be, and not go back to his "old bad boy ways".
Moral of story: Not all success stories start with silver lining. Realize that no one is perfect and accept that person for who they are, not what they did.
So, Thanksgiving is over and done with. It's filled with wonderful memories. Charleston with Nick's family was great. Nick's sister is such a sweetie and I am glad that I actually had time to spend with her. Honestly, I couldn't ask for a better family to become my in-laws. They're all so sweet and just plain enjoyable to be around. Thanksgiving dinner with my parents was just as enjoyable. Mom and Dad made entirely too much food, so I think my stomach exploded. As tradition goes with me and my parents, we watched The Grinch afterwards. How I do love it. =)
Black Friday at work was horrible. It was so boring! Most of the people that live around there went to South Carolina for their tax-free weekend. The only exciting part of my day was watching the doors open at 6am and see the mad rush for the Electronics department. Then, I just nit-picked at my area for the rest of the day. But, hey, atleast my area was looking killer!
Besides that, work is sucking balls yet again. Their expectations for the people that work there are way too high. I mean, you're body can only go so fast and you can only do so many things in the time that you are there. The manager is crazy. She's hormonal 29 days out of every month. I believe in giving women equal rights as men .. but, she makes me want a man in charge. LOL. My supervisor is a kid trapped in a man's body. He pitches little temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way. He doesn't believe one word that comes out of my mouth. I feel like I cannot go to him and talk to him at all. It's horrible. As a matter of fact, I think I trust all of three people in that store. Three people out of 150+ employees .. how sad is that?
I went to my old Target Friday night. I miss those guys so much! I know I hated the understaffing and all .. but, damn. I had some of the best managers ever. Not to mention, the other employees (for the most part) were there to work and get things done. There was gossip, sure .. but there's going to be gossip everywhere, no matter what. I sometimes wish I could turn back time and work with those guys again. The only problem with that is knowing I'd have to leave again because of me moving. As much as I love those guys .. I don't think I could take driving an hour and a half to work every day. ;)
Since Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner, I thought I would share with you the recipe of some treats I used to make for Bear .. and will soon be making for the other pups for the holidays. Dogs simply LOVE this recipe ..
BANANA MUTT COOKIES
1 1/2 cups ripe mashed bananas 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract 3 cups oats 1/2 cup chopped peanuts 1/4 cup applesauce
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Mix all ingredients together thoroughly. Drop spoonsful of the mixture onto an ungreased baking sheet, and press flat with a fork. Bake for approximately 15 minutes, then cool on a rack before serving. Store in an airtight container.
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