From my editor's Facebook status:
We did our first press run with the new magazine and SOLD OUT to vendors kids. All I got to say is Woot! If you want one, better get in line on March 20. They won't last long! They go on sale March 20 at Books a Million, Barnes & Noble, Borders, Sam's Club, Walgreens, Rite Aid, Kroger, Schnucks, Winn Dixie, Publix, Target, and other stores --- Available in all six southern states from Texas to Florida. How COOL is this??? We'll get a specific list of vendors on March 20 from our main distributor. We'll also have a brand new custom Web site listing everywhere the magazine is available.
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Who, Me? Never!
Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
First of all, I did NOT put off work for the job I actually like until the day of the deadline. There is NO WAY I spent a beautiful Saturday shopping and playing with puppies in the park instead of knocking out that story. And I absolutely did NOT come down with a headache on Sunday afternoon, causing me not to start on my work 'til about 6 p.m. I did NOT sit up 'til 2 this morning finishing said story.
I would NEVER allow my wonderful boyfriend and myself to purchase 8 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies and subsequently sample one or six from every box. I am NOT practically addicted to Lemon Chalet Cremes.
I did NOT have a wonky day at work today because I had to switch desks after one of my lovely coworkers quit. I did NOT have to figure out what all she left behind and what to do with it.
I did NOT come home and do absolutely nothing. And I did NOT eat an entire box of Scooby-Doo shaped macaroni and cheese for supper.
I am NOT still bugging my wonderful boyfriend for a ring, because good girlfriends don't do that. Since I'm not bugging him, I'm NOT having to try very, very hard to stop.
Finally, I am NOT already counting down the days to my birthday (21) and asking my WB what he is going to get me. I would NEVER ask for a Siamese kitten (or any kitten for that matter) to keep Tibbs company. I am most definitely NOT one of those people who makes a big deal out of their birthday. Oh, no. Not me!
First of all, I did NOT put off work for the job I actually like until the day of the deadline. There is NO WAY I spent a beautiful Saturday shopping and playing with puppies in the park instead of knocking out that story. And I absolutely did NOT come down with a headache on Sunday afternoon, causing me not to start on my work 'til about 6 p.m. I did NOT sit up 'til 2 this morning finishing said story.
I would NEVER allow my wonderful boyfriend and myself to purchase 8 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies and subsequently sample one or six from every box. I am NOT practically addicted to Lemon Chalet Cremes.
I did NOT have a wonky day at work today because I had to switch desks after one of my lovely coworkers quit. I did NOT have to figure out what all she left behind and what to do with it.
I did NOT come home and do absolutely nothing. And I did NOT eat an entire box of Scooby-Doo shaped macaroni and cheese for supper.
I am NOT still bugging my wonderful boyfriend for a ring, because good girlfriends don't do that. Since I'm not bugging him, I'm NOT having to try very, very hard to stop.
Finally, I am NOT already counting down the days to my birthday (21) and asking my WB what he is going to get me. I would NEVER ask for a Siamese kitten (or any kitten for that matter) to keep Tibbs company. I am most definitely NOT one of those people who makes a big deal out of their birthday. Oh, no. Not me!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Only Constant is Change
Lots of things seem to be changing in my life in such a short period of time. I'm having a little trouble processing all these new developments, and quite frankly, they're making me uneasy.
First of all, the job thing again. Just this week, one of my good friends, B, was let go because she was having some family issues that made her late sometimes. It doesn't really seem like it's been going on that long, and she did her very best to get to the office as quickly as possible. If she was 30 minutes late to work, she would make it up by only taking a 30 minute lunch, so it isn't like they were losing her effort.
There are a few of us--myself included--who have been habitual missers. In my case, it was because of sickness and migraines--which, thankfully, have gotten under control thanks to some handy little pills my doctor gave me--and I haven't missed a day in almost two months. (The last time was at the beginning of January, and it was because of a death in the family.) Others also miss because of sickness or personal issues. However, I can't help wonder why they didn't choose to eliminate any of us instead of B. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's because she had been with the company longer than any of us, and she probably made more than we do.
Let's back up to one week ago. My sister called and woke me up from a perfectly good nap to tell me that our brother had proposed to his girlfriend. Now, this would normally be a happy development. However, our entire family loathes his little girlfriend. To borrow a phrase from our older kinfolks, she's too big for her britches. She steps into a place where she has no right to be, as in telling his mother (my dad's wife) off because of my brother's curfew. Also, to quote Kanye West, "I ain't sayin' she's a gold-digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke..."
No, wait. That's exactly what I'm saying. She's a gold-digger. And to top it off, she made my brother quit his job because he wasn't spending enough time with her. How these two things fit together, I don't know.
Now let's fast forward to yesterday. My sister texts me with the wonderful news that Little Miss Gold-Digger is pregnant. She's a senior in high school. My brother is 20 and has nothing but a college diploma. These kids were building a shack out of scrap metal to live in because they're "sick of everyone." And now they are going to bring a child into their deluded world?
What's more, now my family and I are going to have to tolerate her if we want any hope of ever being involved in this child's life. Let's just say I hoped finding out I was going to be an aunt would be a much happier occasion. But, you get what you get and you deal with it. And life goes on.
First of all, the job thing again. Just this week, one of my good friends, B, was let go because she was having some family issues that made her late sometimes. It doesn't really seem like it's been going on that long, and she did her very best to get to the office as quickly as possible. If she was 30 minutes late to work, she would make it up by only taking a 30 minute lunch, so it isn't like they were losing her effort.
There are a few of us--myself included--who have been habitual missers. In my case, it was because of sickness and migraines--which, thankfully, have gotten under control thanks to some handy little pills my doctor gave me--and I haven't missed a day in almost two months. (The last time was at the beginning of January, and it was because of a death in the family.) Others also miss because of sickness or personal issues. However, I can't help wonder why they didn't choose to eliminate any of us instead of B. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's because she had been with the company longer than any of us, and she probably made more than we do.
Let's back up to one week ago. My sister called and woke me up from a perfectly good nap to tell me that our brother had proposed to his girlfriend. Now, this would normally be a happy development. However, our entire family loathes his little girlfriend. To borrow a phrase from our older kinfolks, she's too big for her britches. She steps into a place where she has no right to be, as in telling his mother (my dad's wife) off because of my brother's curfew. Also, to quote Kanye West, "I ain't sayin' she's a gold-digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke..."
No, wait. That's exactly what I'm saying. She's a gold-digger. And to top it off, she made my brother quit his job because he wasn't spending enough time with her. How these two things fit together, I don't know.
Now let's fast forward to yesterday. My sister texts me with the wonderful news that Little Miss Gold-Digger is pregnant. She's a senior in high school. My brother is 20 and has nothing but a college diploma. These kids were building a shack out of scrap metal to live in because they're "sick of everyone." And now they are going to bring a child into their deluded world?
What's more, now my family and I are going to have to tolerate her if we want any hope of ever being involved in this child's life. Let's just say I hoped finding out I was going to be an aunt would be a much happier occasion. But, you get what you get and you deal with it. And life goes on.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Job Insecurity
I don't enjoy my day job. That's no secret. In fact, there have been days when I literally woke up sick because I knew where I'd be spending the next 8 hours. There have been days when I was seriously ill (i.e., throwing up every twenty minutes due to a migraine) that I thought I might get fired for going home. There have been days where I was yelled at for absolutely no reason. There have been many, many days where I've been made to feel like a worthless employee, even though I work my tail off and try my very best not to make mistakes. However, there has never been a day that I thought I might lose my job over budget cuts.
Until today, that is.
Today our supervisor announced that, due to production cuts, the company had eliminated (read: fired) one of our IT guys and our entire sales force. She had been assured--and, in return, was assuring us--that our department would not be affected because we are basically what makes the cogs turn. In fact, we are so important that they are bringing people down from our other offices to do some training workshops with us. We shouldn't worry about our jobs at all.
Right.
My job basically consists of entering bad checks into the system so the collections department can call and harass people for the money they owe from these bounced checks. We're in a recession, so there have been plenty of bounced checks...until lately. Why? Tax season. Folks are getting their income tax refunds and subsequently have more money, hence they bounce fewer checks. There are 10 people in my department, which is perfect for times when the check flow is heavy. Right now, however, we don't have enough work to go around, and we end up doing random tasks like folding letters and stuffing them into envelopes (which, surprisingly, is less fun that data entry). All of us know our department is needed, but we know that they might not need that many people in the department.
One of my lovely coworkers asked, if we were to lose our jobs, would we be given advanced notice so we could find new ones. She's the only one working in her household (her husband is in law school) and her paycheck barely covers her rent. Other women I work with are supporting kids. I have a car payment and rent. We don't get paid much, but we need that paycheck. The woman in charge of hiring (who is always present when we get big announcements or get in trouble) told her that the people who lost their jobs got severance.
My coworker: "I know they did, but would we?"
Hiring woman: "You don't need to worry about it, because it's not going to affect this department."
Just give us a straight answer, would you?
And it seems that just when things get bad at my day job, my side job takes off. I got two more story assignments from the wedding magazine I write for, both due by the end of the month. It's nice to know that I have at least one blessing amid all the chaos.
Until today, that is.
Today our supervisor announced that, due to production cuts, the company had eliminated (read: fired) one of our IT guys and our entire sales force. She had been assured--and, in return, was assuring us--that our department would not be affected because we are basically what makes the cogs turn. In fact, we are so important that they are bringing people down from our other offices to do some training workshops with us. We shouldn't worry about our jobs at all.
Right.
My job basically consists of entering bad checks into the system so the collections department can call and harass people for the money they owe from these bounced checks. We're in a recession, so there have been plenty of bounced checks...until lately. Why? Tax season. Folks are getting their income tax refunds and subsequently have more money, hence they bounce fewer checks. There are 10 people in my department, which is perfect for times when the check flow is heavy. Right now, however, we don't have enough work to go around, and we end up doing random tasks like folding letters and stuffing them into envelopes (which, surprisingly, is less fun that data entry). All of us know our department is needed, but we know that they might not need that many people in the department.
One of my lovely coworkers asked, if we were to lose our jobs, would we be given advanced notice so we could find new ones. She's the only one working in her household (her husband is in law school) and her paycheck barely covers her rent. Other women I work with are supporting kids. I have a car payment and rent. We don't get paid much, but we need that paycheck. The woman in charge of hiring (who is always present when we get big announcements or get in trouble) told her that the people who lost their jobs got severance.
My coworker: "I know they did, but would we?"
Hiring woman: "You don't need to worry about it, because it's not going to affect this department."
Just give us a straight answer, would you?
And it seems that just when things get bad at my day job, my side job takes off. I got two more story assignments from the wedding magazine I write for, both due by the end of the month. It's nice to know that I have at least one blessing amid all the chaos.
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