Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

andrea: *playing with bamboo* too bad i don't have any rocks.
aubrey: *pouring coffee* .....
andrea: what am i TALKING about?!? i have tons of rocks! i'm the Rock Queen!
aubrey: *forlornly* yes, yes, but I'm the Rock Aubster
andrea: together, we're QUEEN AUBSTER!



guess you had to be there.

called in again today because my ear is still hurting with certain noises. yes yes, i am going to get it checked out tomorrow. when i called in, they seemed angry *shrugs it off* and insisted i had taken the keys to the change drawer and front and side lock up home with me. i insisted i handed them to Roxana (and i even remember her putting them away where they belonged because she laughed at how silly it was that she has to open the safe to get a key to open the key box.) on sunday.

which made me think of the other day, and made me realize how far i've come as a strong individual compared to in my mid twenties.

once upon a time, i had 3 different jobs. two in property management, one at a law firm. i liked these jobs very much. however, because i was a timid twit, i didn't stand up for myself in certain situations, so one after the other fell because i ended up sitting quiet and taking the fall for someone above me. i had begun to think that i was truly a horrid worker, as every job i had had in the span of 2 1/2 years i was fired from, though my friends would flap their arms and tell me that it was because my manager had wanted to go on that 4 day weekend when buyers were coming to look at the property and not give me what i needed to help the Curb Appeal or the means to get it, that it was because i wasn't the one golfing with the district manager when shit hit the fan after the property manager had been on a leave of absence due to a horrid car accident. hrm. yes yes, thinking back, it seems QUITE odd that in the event of Maya Linda, that every. single. person. that worked at that property was fired, including the property manager, and only the assistant manager, Kim, and the leasing agent that golfed with the district manager remained unscathed. i remembered sitting in the office for an 'interview' with the dm and having kim sit there and squawk and turn every word i said around. i remember not wanting to rock the boat even more, so just sitting and taking it.

i remembered just the other day when i had accidentally taken the keys home with me instead of turning them in at the end of my shift. i hadn't bust me arse to get back there because the only other person that would ever use them, Mary, was gone until saturday, which was also the next day i worked. saturday night, i sat there in the cash office closing the store for the evening with the manager, Don (yes, his name is Don Johnson. i promise.) he had told me that in no uncertain terms was that acceptable and how i was going to be written up for it.

i called him on it, telling him that it was complete and utter bull shit, and that other people have taken the keys home with them, including the store manager, and that if he even THOUGHT about writing me up for it, that i demanded he write every single other person up for it, too. the keys were not needed. i was not going to sneak in and take things. i can't get past the alarm, anyway. i wasn't going to loan them to friends to come in and take things. i remember seeing him inch away from me in fear as i went on my massive tirade (sort of a tantrum, really.), his voice dropping into a slow mumble about not letting it happen again, and how it's store policy.

looking back at the person i was even 5 years ago, i could so see myself sitting there and meekly saying 'okay, if that is what you feel is right. i'll sign whatever you want.' because of not wanting to rock the boat. well screw that. i could see if the keys were desperately needed, if it had been a repeat performance, if they had followed the same proceedure with everyone else.

hee hee. looking back, i'm quite proud of myself. it was a little thing, really. but it was something that helped me to see that i HAVE been growing as a person, that i have been evolving throughout my experiences.

let's hope that it's for better.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 14th, 2005 06:22 pm (UTC)
a hard lesson to learn
Sometimes it's so easy to not want to rock the boat or not offend people..it really takes a lot of growing up and finding a backbone to realize that you need to validate yourself and not let people treat you in ways that you don't deserve. Sometimes the best thing to do is just get off the boat. You might rock it a little getting off, but you deserve an awesome boat.
Apr. 23rd, 2006 06:50 pm (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
i'm finding that as i age, this becomes easier and easier to rock that boat. i ALMOST yelled at the lady that almost hit me in her car yesterday!

well, almost. instead, i wheeled around and started bawling like an 8 year old.

but i'll get there someday!
Apr. 23rd, 2006 07:41 pm (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
Yeah the older I get, the more I'm starting to just realize it's best to just make myself happy, it's not doing anyone any favors to just keep bottling and/or swallowing things down.

It's really too bad you didn't get that lady's license plate, in fact I wonder if you should just call the police to give a description of her and her car just so they know there's a dangerous driver out there.
Nov. 11th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
i keep meaning to do an eloquent letter to... somebody stating that corner is awful and that it needs to be occasionally patrolled or something. i'm so sick of taking forever to walk across that little strip of road because people refuse to slow down enough or even stop for a stop sign + crosswalk. pfeh.
Nov. 12th, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
Yes they really should maybe put a police officer there to watch and see if he can nab people.
Nov. 12th, 2006 07:38 am (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
People in cars that is, not getting a police officer to run more people down eheh

"we are sick of them complaining, why don't you run them down and lower their population?"
Apr. 23rd, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
one more point:
even though it might have seemed that no one cared about it, there could have been someone who saw it and reported it and DID get the license number.
Nov. 11th, 2006 07:59 am (UTC)
Re: a hard lesson to learn
the world works in mysterious ways when we're not around to witness it.

or something.

this tea is weird but good but bizzare. it has eucalyptus, licorice, peppermint, and ginger. it's like i'm drinking really tasty cold medication.
(Deleted comment)
Jun. 14th, 2005 06:48 pm (UTC)



for some reason, it reminds me of posting the lyrics to "prince ali" from aladdin and "wake me up before you go-go" to achieve the same effect ;)
Jun. 14th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
Yay for boats! I like pirate boats the best.
Jun. 14th, 2005 07:14 pm (UTC)
That's wicked awesome! You stood up for yourself, and he blinked.

There's nothing better than that.
( 11 comments — Leave a comment )


disco star
Ticklebuddy Wonderpoo

Latest Month

October 2014


Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Ideacodes