logans_girl2001: (Danny facepalm)
I'm not sure how this happened, but I seem to have another friend, also called Rachel, who is codependent (okay, I was a bit codependent with Rachel One, myself).

There are times when I just can't mentally/emotionally deal with my neighbor and her neediness. When this happens, I don't respond to her texts/phone calls. I know she doesn't know when I do this, how could she when I'm in my apartment and she's in hers? But after I've ignored a call and/or text, I'll get a text asking if I'm 'mad' at her (I put mad in quotes because I can't stand when people say mad when they mean upset or angry).

I get that this woman doesn't have a lot of people to lean on (and I think I know why), but I can't be at her beck and call.

She wants me to come home from my parents' this weekend and then take her to get a money order and to the post office to mail it. Um, no. I'm tired when I get home from spending all day at my parents' house. And driving her around to do her errands is putting too much wear and tear on my car.

I'm doing this here because she has a TikTok but I don't know if she's found mine or not. I guess I could always block her, but that hasn't worked with my daughter. Someone she knows keeps finding my videos where I talk about how I'm feeling and sending them to her which is causing strive and putting her under stress she doesn't need this close to her wedding.
logans_girl2001: (Speed pissed)
Posting this here because I'm afraid that someone from work might find my other social media.
Feel free to skip )
logans_girl2001: (Boo bitch smack)
I hate managers who play favorites.

W has made comments about texting the other members of our team. As in they have text conversations like you do with friends. But she never texts me. Not even when she’s out sick or will be late.

She’s on vacation the end of next week and sent an email telling us to send a report we have to do to J. He’s only been here a YEAR! There’s no way he should be third in line behind her and A (who will also be out that day). It should be me since I’ve been here just a few months less than A.

C moved to another team so we have an empty desk in our area. Yesterday J moved to C’s old desk and W moved to J’s old desk. My first thought was now they can exclude me easier. And they did! The three of them went to lunch without me!

I am so tired of being treated like the red-headed step-child!

She says she appreciates my hard work but I don’t see it. I should have been promoted to senior biller by now but haven’t. And I’m certainly not being paid what I’m worth! Oh, and I still can’t use my COMPANY PROVIDED SICK DAYS without going to the doctor.

Stop treating me like a fucking child!

All of this lead to a very shitty day. It was made even shittier by the fact that I had to go to Walmart. I HATE going to Walmart, or any store to buy groceries.

On my way, my usual playlist wasn’t cutting it so I asked Siri to play some Halestorm thinking it would play the ONE album I own. I forgot that I have Apple Music so it started playing their discography. And the first three songs (Uncomfortable, Apocalyptic, and I Miss the Misery) just fit my mood perfectly. It was like Siri knew I needed some angry music to make me feel better.

At Walmart, I only bought things I absolutely need (plus a couple of extras, leaving the rest for later) because I was SO FUCKING ready to get home.

As I’ve mentioned before I hate getting my mail due to the location of the mailboxes in relation to my apartment. I’m waiting on a few things so I forced myself to get the mail today. And boy am I glad I did!

I opened my box and found a brown mailer envelope. I pulled it out and when I saw the return address, I got really happy because it was one of the things I was waiting for.

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Thank you so much [personal profile] squidgiepdx! It is next in my to read pile.
logans_girl2001: (Danny facepalm)
I was trying so hard to not make any ranty posts but I need to get this off my chest because it has been going on for months and... Well, you'll see.

Under a cut because it just might get long and so you can skip if you want.
That's not how it works! )
logans_girl2001: (John WTF?)
Brief backstory: I work for a gas consignment company. We have ~300 sites split between five 'keyers'. They are more or less evenly split between us. In the past the majority of my sites were ones we received their sales online. Back in August the list was realigned so that we all had some of each different type (the company acquires other companies like ours from time to time and these are the different types I'm talking about).

I had two sites that had to be keyed everyday while co-worker A had all the rest. When the realignment happened I was told I'd get to keep my two priority sites but K took them from me and gave them to A.

When I questioned it she said that A is better at keying them everyday and I'm better at entering 'sticks' (physical level of gas in each tank at the site). At the time it didn't register that she never gave me A's sites that she has to call to get the sticks for.

Well, A has been out since mid day Thursday and so we've been keying her sites (it's month end).

Today I actually pulled up the list that showed nearly all of A's priority sites (sites that have to be keyed daily) were several days out (as in A hadn't keyed any the day she left early).

I'm seriously considering asking J (my manager) if we can talk so that I can bring this up. When I had priority sites they were never out unless I was missing paperwork or had been off.

So, tell me, if A is so much better at keying everyday then why were her priority sites out so many days? And why do I always hear her commenting that she's X days out on her priorities? And if I'm better at entering the sticks, why wasn't I given her sites that she always has to call for?

But I know the answer to these questions: it's because A is bff's with both K and J.
logans_girl2001: (Danny facepalm)
So I had my first eye exam in four years today.

There were four people ahead of me and the doctor performed all the exams with the door open (so much for HIPPA) and it's obvious that he once got a laugh over a few cheesy lines and decided to keep them. And use them in literally every exam he gives since. Spoiler: they're not funny.

I knew my prescription had changed, it happens, but what I wasn't really expecting (but probably should have been) is that I now need progressives. *sigh* I mean, I AM over forty and knew it was coming. And it's not like I'm fighting getting older. It's just that most days I don't feel old enough to need progressive lenses or have a twenty-one year old daughter.

I chose to not get vision insurance this year (may change that next year) because I was planning on going to America's Best. If you've never heard of them, they're a chain of eyeglass/eye doctor clinics that have an awesome deal. Their frames start at $59.99 and go up to over $150. If you purchase two pairs your exam is free and you get a serious discount on the second pair.

I got two pairs of $69.99 (if I had just purchased the frames that's all I would have paid plus the $20 for a couple of extra tests and tax). But since I need lenses in my frames (with progressive and for astigmatism) I had to pay for those. I chose (in order to save money) to get the progressive with extra active transitions (I need the tint for the computer at work) in only one pair and the other just distance vision (I'll use those for night driving or for when there is no need for the tinting).

Both pairs, with all the extras, cost me just under $500 which means I am now for real broke (I'll end up with less than $50 after I pay rent next week) until my next payday. *sigh*

It's a good thing I don't have to pay for a room when I go on my trip in October. But I'm looking forward to not having to squint or blink rapidly in order to see the computer screen after looking down at my desk, so there is that.
logans_girl2001: (Danny 'How is this my life?')
Last week was just a hellish as the one before.

Under a cut for those who don't care )
logans_girl2001: (John hurt)
Man, it's been a hello of a week!

This got long! )
logans_girl2001: (Danny 'How is this my life?')
When I got up this morning and turned on the light in the living room the bulb blew. This wouldn't be an issue except I cannot find my light bulbs. I know I have a box of bulbs somewhere but I cannot find them! And the lamp is the only light behind where I sit so I am typing this in mostly darkness because the light from the 'dinning area' is not only in the wrong place, it is not bright enough.
logans_girl2001: (Danny facepalm)
I've been thinking about this post for a while so it is very long. And is actually several posts. I didn't want to spam your inboxes so each "post" is under a cut so you can choose where to start reading.

My mother the bigot )

Captain America: Civil War spoilers! )

Hawaii Five-0 spoilers! )

NCIS spoilers! )

Yay! )

Seriously? )

Why are people such jerks? )

Why do people have to hate others so much? )
logans_girl2001: (Danny facepalm)
So, update in this post, sorta.

Today I stopped for gas on my way home and when I got home, I checked my account. And saw $11.57 at QT for my gas along with $10 at Race Track. I don't use Race Track often and definitely didn't use it today.

I called the bank and they said that the charge was done at 6:36 this morning.

When I was at work.

And they swiped a card.

Which makes no sense because I have the card in my possession.

Turns out someone got my card number and created a duplicate card.

This means that an employee at one of the places I've used it recently (since it's new I know approximately when it happened, just not where). So I will now be using cash for all the things I can pay for with cash; like my cable bill, my phone bill and putting gas in my car.
logans_girl2001: (Default)
I was determined to not come back online but I need to talk about the shit that's been happening in my life and the people around me are tired of hearing about it.

If you read the post I made about the issues I've had with my apartment then you'll have heard some of this already.

This all started back in 2013 when I went for my housing voucher renewal and was told that the housing authority no longer covers two bedroom apartments for two people (there are exceptions such as a parent and child of opposite sexes where the child is over a certain age) and so I would have to pay my portion plus the extra. I struggled to pay it, even after my raise. So I began looking for a one bedroom. Of course I had been wanting to move for a while anyway.

My voucher is from March to February every year and so I didn't get serious about moving until December 2014.

I found what I felt was the perfect apartment but fucked around and didn't go put in an application until near the end of January. By then they had decided that due to the renovations they were doing that they weren't going to accept any new vouchers until April or May.

I had been using an apartment locator site and contacted the agent working with me asking that he give me any apartments in my county that take housing and have an available one bedroom for the first of March. I stressed that I needed the information right away.

Because I had to give thirty days' notice, and with February only having twenty-eight days, I had to give my notice January 30th. He didn't get back to me until after February 1st. I had to make a decision before that so took an apartment that I didn't feel sure about (I wasn't allowed to view one prior to signing my lease).

The apartment has turned out to be horrible. My neighbors smoke (for a while I thought I was mistaken about that but the smell has gotten worse again and now my throat hurts from the exposure to the smoke) and the floor slants horribly. I could get used to the slanting floor but not the cigarette smoke (still recovering from pneumonia (more on that in a bit)). And just yesterday I discovered yet another reason to hate this place.

No cable company (except for Time Warner) services the complex. I had to get DIRECTV and Verizon 'high speed' internet. I use the quote marks because the speed is barely one step above dial-up (it is in fact dial-up but it's a bit faster than normal dial-up). I don't mind the satellite TV but no one told me that I had to have extra equipment to access any OnDemand programing; only that I needed the internet for it. I went online last night to order the needed equipment and was told that 'due to [my] payment history [they] had to add an extra fee'. On top of that it's a self-install kit but they want a professional to come out to install it. AND they want to charge me $198 for it ($99 for the equipment, $40 for what I'm guessing is the fee they had to add and $59 for the professional install).

Luckily I have Amazon Fire Stick (was planning on not getting cable at all but changed my mind) and can watch most of my shows that I missed over the past two weeks on Hulu or Netflix. But with how slow my connection is the playback freezes at times and the sound will continue without the picture causing me to have to back out and try again. It took me five hours last night to watch two SPN and one Grimm episode. I'm hoping it's not always that difficult.

And work. Don't get me started. Although that's what this is all about so.

Back in December 2014 my supervisor, E, announced she was leaving. Her husband decided that she was under too much stress and told her she could quit without having another job. So she did. The Friday before Christmas was her last day.

The new cash manager didn't start until sometime in January and he is from outside the company so he doesn't know how to do my job. How am I supposed to get assistance from someone who doesn't know how to do my job? It makes no sense.

As soon as he started here he started changing the way things are done. Some are for the better, some not.

After working major overtime from Thanksgiving through most of January I was mostly caught up. But somehow ended getting behind again in February. This was compounded by me getting sick in the middle of the month.

I thought it was just a cold and treated it as such. After a week I was almost back to one hundred percent. But then I woke up the morning of February 21 feeling like I'd been hit by a truck complete with fever chills. I bought more cold stuff and settled down to spend the weekend feeling like crap. The next day I threw up despite having nothing but water in my stomach. I decided that it must be something more serious than a cold so I went to the urgent care place.

Turns out they don't take my insurance. Luckily I still had most of my income tax otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go to the doctor.

I was at the clinic for over two hours. I feel asleep every time I was left alone in the room to wait. I'm not sure why the doctor decided to take x-rays but she did as well as a CBC and discovered that I had pneumonia. She gave me several prescriptions and told me to come back the next day.

I already had the day off because I was supposed to move but when I got up that morning I saw that it had snowed/iced overnight. I called the movers and rescheduled for the next day.

When I went for my recheck (the roads were mostly clear by noon) he told me more than the doctor the day before. For one thing the pneumonia was only on my right side (explaining why she didn't admit me to the hospital) and my heart rate had been 120 (normal is much less than that). He said I was recovering fine and to keep taking the scripts, plus refilled my cough syrup (I went through two bottles in just over three days). I should have asked how long he wanted me off work but I didn't.

Tuesday my mother came over to direct the movers and pack a bit more. They had me out of my apartment and into my mother's in about four and a half hours. That took a huge chunk of the remainder of my income tax.

I all but collapsed after they left because I was going to try to go back to work the next day.

While at work I fell asleep at my desk (something I do nearly every day ever since and I'm afraid it's gonna get me fired) so I asked to go home; where I slept the afternoon away.

The next morning I got up and was watching TV when I fell asleep in the chair. And slept until time to get ready to go to work. I decided that was my body telling me I wasn't ready to go back to work. I didn't go to work that Friday either because I didn't see the point at that stage.

I was staying with my parents because my new apartment wasn't going to be ready for me to move in until March 13th. I kept expecting to get a call telling me that it had been inspected but I never got one. I figured that was because of the weather (we had several days of ice). When I called March 9th I was told that the inspector wouldn't be able to inspect until Friday. I began begging that they do so (I really needed my own space despite my mother basically leaving me alone). They didn't inspect it until the following Tuesday.

That Wednesday, March 18th, I was finally able to get in to see it.

I was appalled at first by the stench of cigarettes (the leasing agent that tagged along said it was fresh paint), then by how small it is. I didn't even notice the slating floor until later.

This apartment is not a peaceful place for me so my anxiety levels are still high and that is not good.

I emailed my case worker to tell her about the issues with the apartment (minus the issues with cable/internet because I didn't know about them yet) but then it appeared that my neighbors were not smokers (the smell wasn't as strong as it had been). I told her that I think I can live with it but now I'm not so sure.

For the past several days the cigarette smell has been as strong as if a smoker was sitting in the room with me smoking a cigarette (I've had several people ask when I started smoking again) and my throat is scratchy. Seeing as how I'm still recovering from pneumonia I think I need to move.

But before I do that, I've asked that the air filter be changed. If that makes a difference then I will just grit my teeth and make do with this crappy apartment. But next April is a hell of a long way away.

Update: They changed the filter today and the smell is better, absolutely none when I first arrived home. But as I've sat here this evening it has begun to smell again and I can almost taste it again. We'll see how it is in the morning.
logans_girl2001: (Steve really?)
Today we had Christmas with the side of the family I actually like spending time with, even though they're all really religious and died-in-the-wool Republicans and majorly anti-Obama which means I have to watch what I say (my uncle is a minister) and bite my tongue when they make comments against Obama.

We got to Jason's and I found out they don't drink soda. I made the comment that if I had known that I'd've brought my own (we were having taco soup and that's one of the things I prefer to drink soda while eating, don't ask me why, I just do). Comments were made about how I could go to the store up the road and I decided I was good with the soda we'd bought on our way out, even though I was sipping it really slowly by this point and was afraid it wouldn't last until lunch. For the record, this is the only time I mentioned wanting soda to drink.

The rest of the day was so much fun.

Before lunch we played Cranium. After we ate we gave Meme (pronounced Me-Me) her presents, her b-day is tomorrow, then played a game to exchange gifts. After that some of us went to play 42 (dominoes) while others played Apples to Apples. It was so much fun!

As we were leaving I saw a pie in the kitchen that I hadn't noticed earlier when having dessert and took a piece to eat on the way home because someone told me it was apple (one of my favorites). It didn't taste right but I continued to eat it, it didn't taste bad, just wrong. I forked up a bite and realized it was peach and said, "Oh, it's peach, not apple!" Dad said, "And not good peach at that" and I agreed with him. Vic said she'd eat it and I said that it wasn't so bad that I couldn't eat it. And this had Mom pipe up with, "You are such an ungracious guest, Melissa" and I said, "What?" She brought up the one comment I made about Jason not having soda. Never mind that I ate most of my lunch without anything to drink, and without complaint, because I finished my drink about half way through.

Why couldn't she just let it go? Why'd she have to bring it up at the end of a very good day?

On another sort of related note, one of my cousins who I haven't seen in years was there and when he came in he was patting me all over to make sure I was really there, and his hands kept straying way too close to my cleavage (I was sitting on the couch and couldn't get up fast enough to hug his neck so he was actually standing over me doing this).

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