I decided today it was time to talk about my job. I have been so blessed in the jobs I have held. They have all seemed to suit me at the time. But I have to admit this is quite possibly my favorite job. My mom told me for years that I need to get an office job where I can my skills. The day I interviewed for this job, I knew I wanted it. The two bosses who did the interviewing were fun and friend. I figured it would be a good place to work. And I was right.
Let me tell you what my typical day is like. I work for an oilfield supply company. That means anything an oilrig wants, we try to get for them. Anything from pump parts to tools to office supplies to housewares is ordered. Although I have a basic routine of what needs to get done, each time the phone rings it can be a different opportunity. My official title is Administrative Clerk! Wow, a job title and it sounds so much more impressive than cashier. This means that I handle a lot of secretarial-office duties and whatever else needs to be done. I get paid to shop at Walmart a couple times a week. I have been there a little over a year, and it amazes me how much I have learned in that year. And the best part is, I have a couple of bosses that appreciate what I do. I had my yearly evaluation last week, and they were both so complimentary to me. And the icing on the cake is: (drum roll please) I got a raise of $1 an hour. That means that on my year anniversary of being on their payroll, I will be making $10 an hour. I worked the first four months for a temporary service.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
This Roller Coaster Life
I don't write this blog for anybody to read. Don't even think it's public, and I know the two I've told about it don't read it anymore. So it's just for me, just for me to ramble, think and vent. Hopefully in the process I'll figure out a few things about myself and what goes on in my head.
Ok, world, I'm bipolar! For those who don't know what that is, it's like being on a roller coaster every day, every single damn day, every single minute of every day. I never know when I wake up in the morning what my day is going to be like. I might wake up feeling on top of the world, but by the time hair and make up are done and I'm out the door for work, I'm hittin rock bottom. Or vice versa.
This was actually a very good week for me. I really wish my life was more just middle-of-the road mellow instead of the ups and downs. Because after a good week, the down is soooo low it's below ground. Ok, now I know I had this really good blog in my head before I started typing. Oh, well, can always come back and edit later.
Ok, world, I'm bipolar! For those who don't know what that is, it's like being on a roller coaster every day, every single damn day, every single minute of every day. I never know when I wake up in the morning what my day is going to be like. I might wake up feeling on top of the world, but by the time hair and make up are done and I'm out the door for work, I'm hittin rock bottom. Or vice versa.
This was actually a very good week for me. I really wish my life was more just middle-of-the road mellow instead of the ups and downs. Because after a good week, the down is soooo low it's below ground. Ok, now I know I had this really good blog in my head before I started typing. Oh, well, can always come back and edit later.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Happy Anniversary Darling
Yesterday would have been my 30th wedding anniversary if Howard was still alive. As I was drifting off to sleep with tears on my pillow the beginning of this poem came into my head. It was a hard one to write. I still miss him every day, some days more than others.
Thirty years ago we said "I do"
And you’ve been gone from me fifteen
There was twenty-one years before we met
We only had fifteen years in between
I so remember the day we met
And the deep blue of your eyes
I thought we’d have forever
There would never be goodbyes
From that first day we seemed to click
As if you could read my mind
I fell in love so fast and quick
You were so sweet, so good, so kind
Just as fast you felt that way too
In two short days you looked at me
Said you wanted the three of us
To become your family
We quickly planned the wedding
In four months was when we set the date
But we found it did not work for us
We just couldn’t seem to wait
So we got into the car that day
On a sunny August 5th
An hour ride that seemed so long
The “I do’s” were said so swift
So we made ourselves a family
Through all the ups and downs
There was even lots of packing
For the moves through all the towns
That awful day in October
When the call came on the phone
Little did I really understand
You had left me all alone
And do the very best I can
With only the sweetest memories
Of a very special man
So, Howard, I need to tell you
Happy Anniversary, my sweet dear
Although I’m celebrating all alone
I can somehow feel you here
How Far I've Come pt 2
When I left this story I had just left work in tears. I keep my cell phone turned off at work or sometimes set it on vibrate. I had some mail to drop off at the post office, so I went and did that. I thought about going back to work to finish my report. I couldn't remember if I had hit save when I shut the computer down. If I didn't, I just lost four hours of work. But the tears were still so close, and I hate crying in front of anybody. So I just decided to go home. As I got here, I picked up my cell and realized I had missed calls and a voice mail. The missed call was from work, so I listened to the voice mail. It was K telling me she was so sorry for what had happened and was I all right. She was worried about me. Then she went on to tell me how much she appreciates what I do and how important I am to the office and she doesn't tell me often enough. I realized then that she was afraid I wasn't coming back. I got my composure and called her back. I really like working for K. The minute I heard her voice the tears returned. I assured her I was ok and would be to work the next morning. She told me that S was sorry and hadn't meant to upset me. I told her I would be there for the 7 am meeting to print out the reports. She said if I wanted to sleep in and come at 8, she and R would do it. I told her I would see how I felt when I woke up, but I would be to work The rest of the evening I kept my ringer on the phone phone off, and about 9 pm checked it and had tons of missed calls from a local number I didn't recognize and a voice mail. The voice mail was from S apologizing for upsetting me and telling me how sorry he was. I was very surprised and glad he had done that.
I did a lot of thinking all night about going to work the nxt morning. I finally got up and got there just before 7 am. The only person there was J who is on call. He immediately got up and asked if I was ok and what had happened the night before. He said he and K had both yelled at S for it. I told him that S had gotten very verbally abusive on the phone, and that because of my past I couldn't handle it. I started to tear up a little, but was able to control it. I told him a little about Mike and the abusive marriage. Then S walked in and headed toward the back of the warehouse. I called him and he turned around. I could tell by his face he was worried about what I was going to say. I told him that I appreciated his apology and as far as I was concerned it was over. He said he was so sorry and had not meant to upset me. I told him I had been in a couple of abusive relationships, and he said that thought had occured to him when he realized how upset I had been. We were able to talk and let it end.
This incident made me realize just how far I have come in my life. A few years ago I would have quit my job over something like this. But I do love my job, not only what I do but the people I work with. I wasn't going t let one little incident ruin that for me. Right now there is so much going on in my personal life and the lives of my kids. My one sanctuary is my job. I wake up on Monday morning glad to do to work. As the old commercial said "you've come a long way, baby."
I did a lot of thinking all night about going to work the nxt morning. I finally got up and got there just before 7 am. The only person there was J who is on call. He immediately got up and asked if I was ok and what had happened the night before. He said he and K had both yelled at S for it. I told him that S had gotten very verbally abusive on the phone, and that because of my past I couldn't handle it. I started to tear up a little, but was able to control it. I told him a little about Mike and the abusive marriage. Then S walked in and headed toward the back of the warehouse. I called him and he turned around. I could tell by his face he was worried about what I was going to say. I told him that I appreciated his apology and as far as I was concerned it was over. He said he was so sorry and had not meant to upset me. I told him I had been in a couple of abusive relationships, and he said that thought had occured to him when he realized how upset I had been. We were able to talk and let it end.
This incident made me realize just how far I have come in my life. A few years ago I would have quit my job over something like this. But I do love my job, not only what I do but the people I work with. I wasn't going t let one little incident ruin that for me. Right now there is so much going on in my personal life and the lives of my kids. My one sanctuary is my job. I wake up on Monday morning glad to do to work. As the old commercial said "you've come a long way, baby."
Saturday, August 04, 2007
How Far I've Come
I had an incident happen in work this week that ended with me walking out of work early in tears. That part of it I'm gonna chalk up to menopause. Which, in itself, is a whole nother blog. I'm a lot moodier and teary-eyed lately. And it seems sometimes there is no logic to what sets me off. But this one took me totally by surprise.
I don't want to make this a long, boring blog. But I think I'm the only one who reads it, so I guess that's ok. Background is that I work for an oilfield supply company. We buy anything an oil rig wants and our seven drivers deliver it. So on Tuesday part of my job was to find two upright water coolers that do both hot and cold. And then I had a specific brand of printer to get. It took several phones calls, but I located both of them in Rock Springs. S, our shop hand, was coming home from Rifle, Colorado. Tthe best solution was to have him stop in Rock Springs and get them. He had been told he would need to go to Walmart. So when he called I told him Walmart was out and he needed to stop at Home Depot. Poor S had been on the road since 6 am, and this was now about 4 pm. He was quite irritated, and told me he could call me back when he could pull over and write. He said he had no clue where Home Depot was located. J, another driver, said S did know, but he would give him directions when he called back.
By the time S called back he'd worked up a pretty good temper. Now let me say that S is very soft spoken and quite most of the time. In fact, S barely talks. I was trying to explain that he needed to write down the Home Depot charge account number. When I gave it to him, I realized the first part had four numbers, not the five I had given him. So I corrected that. Then I told him he also needed to go to Staples and get a printer which was close to Home Depot. And that J would give him the directions. Well, by this time S was even more upset, and he just went off on me. He started cussing about how *^&%ing stupid this was and how he's been on the road since 6 am and now he was expected to stop at two stores. I just lost it. I told him that if he had a problem with it, he could talk to K and put him on hold. I told K to talk to him.
Then the tears started. When I get mad I cry. I hate doing that, but been doing it my whole life and probably not gonna change now. Plus S has always been a real sweety to me and we've gotten along real well. So to have him yell at me like that was a slap in the face. I turned off my computer, grabbed my purse and walked into K's office. I told her that I refused to be talked to that way and was going home. As I walked to the front office R and J were there. R said something about it, and I said I'm going home. I knew R saw the tears which was even more embarassing for me.
This is getting pretty long, so I think there is going to have to be a part 2. Stay tuned.
I don't want to make this a long, boring blog. But I think I'm the only one who reads it, so I guess that's ok. Background is that I work for an oilfield supply company. We buy anything an oil rig wants and our seven drivers deliver it. So on Tuesday part of my job was to find two upright water coolers that do both hot and cold. And then I had a specific brand of printer to get. It took several phones calls, but I located both of them in Rock Springs. S, our shop hand, was coming home from Rifle, Colorado. Tthe best solution was to have him stop in Rock Springs and get them. He had been told he would need to go to Walmart. So when he called I told him Walmart was out and he needed to stop at Home Depot. Poor S had been on the road since 6 am, and this was now about 4 pm. He was quite irritated, and told me he could call me back when he could pull over and write. He said he had no clue where Home Depot was located. J, another driver, said S did know, but he would give him directions when he called back.
By the time S called back he'd worked up a pretty good temper. Now let me say that S is very soft spoken and quite most of the time. In fact, S barely talks. I was trying to explain that he needed to write down the Home Depot charge account number. When I gave it to him, I realized the first part had four numbers, not the five I had given him. So I corrected that. Then I told him he also needed to go to Staples and get a printer which was close to Home Depot. And that J would give him the directions. Well, by this time S was even more upset, and he just went off on me. He started cussing about how *^&%ing stupid this was and how he's been on the road since 6 am and now he was expected to stop at two stores. I just lost it. I told him that if he had a problem with it, he could talk to K and put him on hold. I told K to talk to him.
Then the tears started. When I get mad I cry. I hate doing that, but been doing it my whole life and probably not gonna change now. Plus S has always been a real sweety to me and we've gotten along real well. So to have him yell at me like that was a slap in the face. I turned off my computer, grabbed my purse and walked into K's office. I told her that I refused to be talked to that way and was going home. As I walked to the front office R and J were there. R said something about it, and I said I'm going home. I knew R saw the tears which was even more embarassing for me.
This is getting pretty long, so I think there is going to have to be a part 2. Stay tuned.
Monday, July 30, 2007
What I have!
Ok, I'd like to suggest that before you read this you read What I Deserve on Rod's blog. Quite a few of his posts make me think. But then I close the page, turn off the computer and don't get my thoughts written down. Well, this one gave me plenty to think about. So I'm going to steal a quote from his blog: "That’s why I don’t spend much time feeling shortchanged by life. I have more than my fair share. So do you." I had an experience years ago that made me realize my fair share and how blessed I am. Now do I tell the story and give the background or vice versa?
In 2001 I became a widow for the second time. I had previously lost the father of my children in 1992. When I finally got up the nerve to fall in love and remarry, we had five beautiful years together. About six weeks after the second husband died, I was working in a 7-11 in Vernal. An old family friend came in. Now I have to admit I liked working this job. I love working with customers, and I've always had an interest in acting. I found that I could go to work and pretend my life was fine, that my world was not falling apart. Most of my customers had no clue that my world had been turned upside down. But then there was this one particular day......
This woman walked up to me and said 'Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry about Jim. You've had such a horrible life.' She might as well slapped me across the face I was so shocked. And I don't have a poker face, so I'm sure my mouth fell open. I don't even remember what I said to her. But when she left I started doing some thinking. Because at that point and since I have never thought I had a bad, horrible life. I've had some bad moments. I'm not sure anything compares to burying a spouse, the man of your dreams that you planned on growing old with. And to do it twice defies explanation. Only someone who has walked in my shoes truly understands.
But I remember thinking I have been blessed with five beautiful children. They are all doing reasonably well at this point. They are happy and healthy. I am lucky enough to still have both my parents and be able to see them every day. And the joy of my life had to be my six grandchildren that I had at the time. They are all healthy and normal and beautiful.
Today I am living in Wyoming. I am happier than I have been in five years or perhaps longer than that. I am living with my youngest daughter. We get along pretty well most of the time, and she allows me to be free to do what I want. Eventually I'm going to get my own place, but I'm content to wait for the time to be right. I still have those five wonderful children. Their lives have had ups and downs, but they are strong, tough people. I am proud of them. And today I have thirteen grandchildren. I have a job that makes me excited to get up for each morning. I have a good family, good friends and a good life! I have more than my fair share indeed.
In 2001 I became a widow for the second time. I had previously lost the father of my children in 1992. When I finally got up the nerve to fall in love and remarry, we had five beautiful years together. About six weeks after the second husband died, I was working in a 7-11 in Vernal. An old family friend came in. Now I have to admit I liked working this job. I love working with customers, and I've always had an interest in acting. I found that I could go to work and pretend my life was fine, that my world was not falling apart. Most of my customers had no clue that my world had been turned upside down. But then there was this one particular day......
This woman walked up to me and said 'Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry about Jim. You've had such a horrible life.' She might as well slapped me across the face I was so shocked. And I don't have a poker face, so I'm sure my mouth fell open. I don't even remember what I said to her. But when she left I started doing some thinking. Because at that point and since I have never thought I had a bad, horrible life. I've had some bad moments. I'm not sure anything compares to burying a spouse, the man of your dreams that you planned on growing old with. And to do it twice defies explanation. Only someone who has walked in my shoes truly understands.
But I remember thinking I have been blessed with five beautiful children. They are all doing reasonably well at this point. They are happy and healthy. I am lucky enough to still have both my parents and be able to see them every day. And the joy of my life had to be my six grandchildren that I had at the time. They are all healthy and normal and beautiful.
Today I am living in Wyoming. I am happier than I have been in five years or perhaps longer than that. I am living with my youngest daughter. We get along pretty well most of the time, and she allows me to be free to do what I want. Eventually I'm going to get my own place, but I'm content to wait for the time to be right. I still have those five wonderful children. Their lives have had ups and downs, but they are strong, tough people. I am proud of them. And today I have thirteen grandchildren. I have a job that makes me excited to get up for each morning. I have a good family, good friends and a good life! I have more than my fair share indeed.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
One More Day
One more day until the big 5-0. Wow, it's so close. And, although it's bugged me for the last year, today I'm not upset about it. I've come far in the last year, and I'm looking forward to the future with hope and excitement. Here is a little something I wrote a couple of weeks ago.
I face the world alone today
The future's so bright and blue
I have so much ahead of me
And my dreams all start anew.
I don't know what tomorrow brings
But I'll face with head held high
I can now look back upon the past
And smile and say goodbye
The future is a bright blank page
Waiting for me to start to write
And it seems to me it's been so long
Since my future seemed so bright.
I face the world alone today
The future's so bright and blue
I have so much ahead of me
And my dreams all start anew.
I don't know what tomorrow brings
But I'll face with head held high
I can now look back upon the past
And smile and say goodbye
The future is a bright blank page
Waiting for me to start to write
And it seems to me it's been so long
Since my future seemed so bright.
Tomorrow!!!!
Well, tomorrow is the big day! I will be half a century old tomorrow morning. Ok, I think I'll just stick with turning 50. The other sounds way too old. And since I'm starting a whole new life this week, I'm not feeling old. I'm feeling excited and looking forward to my life.
I have been taking a bunch of online computer classes. I wanted to design a web page about my family. However, due to free agency, my kids would prefer me not to put info about my grandkids on it. Ok, I respect that. So what do I post? One idea I was given was to put some of my poetry on here. I've never shared it much, but maybe it's time. So here is what I wrote last week when I was thinking about my life starting over.
I faced the world alone today.
The future's so bright and blue.
I have so much ahead of me.
And my dreams all start anew.
I don't know what tomorrow brings.
But I'll face with head held high.
I can now look back upon the past.
And smile and say goodbye.
The future is a bright blank page.
Waiting for me to start to write.
And it seems to me it's been so long.
Since my future seemed so bright.
I have been taking a bunch of online computer classes. I wanted to design a web page about my family. However, due to free agency, my kids would prefer me not to put info about my grandkids on it. Ok, I respect that. So what do I post? One idea I was given was to put some of my poetry on here. I've never shared it much, but maybe it's time. So here is what I wrote last week when I was thinking about my life starting over.
I faced the world alone today.
The future's so bright and blue.
I have so much ahead of me.
And my dreams all start anew.
I don't know what tomorrow brings.
But I'll face with head held high.
I can now look back upon the past.
And smile and say goodbye.
The future is a bright blank page.
Waiting for me to start to write.
And it seems to me it's been so long.
Since my future seemed so bright.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Two more days
I only have two more days of being young. On Wednesday I turn 50 years old! Yep, the big 5---0
The funny part is it isn't as upsetting to me as it was a while back. I've got so much living to do and so many plans. I'm through living my life according to other people's expectations. For the first time I'm going to live my life the way I want it and doing what makes me happy. I do believe I've written this before (or maybe I only thought it--I am getting old, you know)butWATCH OUT WORLD!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
More to Come
Where have I been and what have I been doing since I last posted? Wow, my life has gone through some interesting changes. The Cliff Notes version: got laid off from work, taking a bunch of continuing education classes and dating more than one man. Wow, life is good right now. Details will be coming.............maybe not all of them.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I made it through the rain
I kept my world protected
I made it through the rain
I made it through the rain
I kept my point of view
I made it through the rain
and found my self respected
by the others who got rained on too
and made it through
I am ordered a link for my braclet that say I'm a survivor. When I told Rod about it, he responded that if anybody asked me what I"ve survived I'd have to pick which one I'd tell them. That is so true. I've survived a lot in my life. I'm sitting here at lunch listening to my MP3 player and this song came on. Wow, I've made it through the rain. I've made it through the rain, the wind, the snow, the sleep, the hail and almost anything else life has thrown at me.
But if I was writing the song I would have to change those words. Because as i listened I realized that after getting through the rain I've found something more important than the self respected of others who have survived. For the first time in a long time (perhaps my whole life) I have self-respect. I feel good about what I'm doing in my life and the choices I'm making. And what a difference that makes. Wow, what I could have done if I would have realized that years ago. How many books have been written on changing ourselves, changing the outside, changing our environment, changing our appearnce, changing our weight, changing our organizational skills. And this time I simply ignored all that and changed myself inside.
In April conference Pres. Hinckley quoted the poem entitled The Road Less Traveled. I'm going to find that and print it out. Because right now what is going through my head is the last line that says "and that has made all the difference." Suits how I feel about changing myself inside right now. I haven't always taken the right road. In fact, seldom have I done that. But the changes I've made inside, no matter how small, have made all the difference.
In April conference Pres. Hinckley quoted the poem entitled The Road Less Traveled. I'm going to find that and print it out. Because right now what is going through my head is the last line that says "and that has made all the difference." Suits how I feel about changing myself inside right now. I haven't always taken the right road. In fact, seldom have I done that. But the changes I've made inside, no matter how small, have made all the difference.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Life is Amazing
It seems that I've spent the last 49 years of my life always wanting what I can't have. And in the past 1 1/2 years I've done everything I can to get what I want, or at least what I thought I wanted. But for the first time in all those years I think I've gotten what I wanted or at least a big part of it. But instead of being happy for about two seconds and then wanting something else or something more, I'm content. I'm actually ok with things the way they are today, right now. It just took me a long time to figure out what it really was that I wanted. A big part of that was getting past the fear of being alone to realize what I need is to grow up and take care of myself and quit expecting other people to do it for me. Years ago a very wise man told me that I needed to be happy with myself before I could be truly happy. Ok, Howard, I get it now!
Independence is such an interesting concept. We spent most of our childhood, at least the teenage years, waiting to grow up, get out of our parents house and be independent. I guess I never really had that. Oh, I don't mean the wanting, I mean the getting. I went from being daughter to wife to mother without a real identity of my own. The most indepdent I ever was would have to be the few months I attended college. But then the fear of the unknown kept me going home to Dad and Mom each and every weekend. I remember sitting in a class, this young 18 year old know-it-all listening to all the women who were probably the age I am now. They were old! Their advice to us was get your education and be able to support yourself if you ever need to. I thought it was good advice and planned to follow it. Then a few months down the road I quit school and ran off and got married. Two years later I was divorced with a baby and another on the way so back to Dad and Mom I went. They took care of me until I again became a wife. A death should have given me some independence but it didn't, and again I got into a marriage to have someone to take care of me. Although circumstances made me do as much 'taking care of' as the other way around, I still had that emotional side that was being taken care of. When another death brought that to an end, did I say "Wow, I'm grown up, I can do this." No, I moved in with Angela then Mom and then Spencer. Now I'm with Priscilla. That small taste of freedom I had for the two weeks I had my own place scared me to death. But now I dream about that time and want it back. For the first time in my life I welcome independence and taking care of myself.
So the next step must be to get my financial situation in order so I can get my own place. I like the idea of perhaps someday down the road having a man to take care of me and to be able to take care of him. But not right now. Right now it's my time. Time for Susan to figure out who she is and to do things for herself. This long distance relationship is a big part of this, but it's also giving me the freedom to be able to do it. Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?
Independence is such an interesting concept. We spent most of our childhood, at least the teenage years, waiting to grow up, get out of our parents house and be independent. I guess I never really had that. Oh, I don't mean the wanting, I mean the getting. I went from being daughter to wife to mother without a real identity of my own. The most indepdent I ever was would have to be the few months I attended college. But then the fear of the unknown kept me going home to Dad and Mom each and every weekend. I remember sitting in a class, this young 18 year old know-it-all listening to all the women who were probably the age I am now. They were old! Their advice to us was get your education and be able to support yourself if you ever need to. I thought it was good advice and planned to follow it. Then a few months down the road I quit school and ran off and got married. Two years later I was divorced with a baby and another on the way so back to Dad and Mom I went. They took care of me until I again became a wife. A death should have given me some independence but it didn't, and again I got into a marriage to have someone to take care of me. Although circumstances made me do as much 'taking care of' as the other way around, I still had that emotional side that was being taken care of. When another death brought that to an end, did I say "Wow, I'm grown up, I can do this." No, I moved in with Angela then Mom and then Spencer. Now I'm with Priscilla. That small taste of freedom I had for the two weeks I had my own place scared me to death. But now I dream about that time and want it back. For the first time in my life I welcome independence and taking care of myself.
So the next step must be to get my financial situation in order so I can get my own place. I like the idea of perhaps someday down the road having a man to take care of me and to be able to take care of him. But not right now. Right now it's my time. Time for Susan to figure out who she is and to do things for herself. This long distance relationship is a big part of this, but it's also giving me the freedom to be able to do it. Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?
Friday, April 14, 2006
Quick One
Tonight has to be a short blog. It's almost bedtime which sure comes earlier since I started working. This old brain needs more sleep to work than it used to. (Emphasis on the old part) But the last two days have been good at work. We've finally figured otu what we're doing. Of course, the new system is still due to come online Monday morning, so next week will bring new challenges. But I'm enjoying what I do.
Yesterday was a beautiful spring day even in Evanston. It got slow at work, no calls, and they had to send people home early. I got asked about it, and I choose to go home. I went home, changed clothes and headed to the park with a book, my mp3 player and my soda. It was beautiful. The grass is turning green, the wind wasn't too cold. So I laid there and enjoyed the smell of the grass. Eventually the wind got too cold, so I moved to the car with the windows down. Most of the time I didn't even read, just sit there and thought about my life. It's good right now. I'm happy with myself and my life.
That showed me that I need more 'me' time. I've always had a hard time being alone with the silence and just my thoughts. So I'm going to end with the thought on my daily calendar: When you think about a problem over and over in your mind, that's called worry. When you think about God's word over and over in your mind, that's meditation. If you know how to worry, you already know how to meditate!
Yesterday was a beautiful spring day even in Evanston. It got slow at work, no calls, and they had to send people home early. I got asked about it, and I choose to go home. I went home, changed clothes and headed to the park with a book, my mp3 player and my soda. It was beautiful. The grass is turning green, the wind wasn't too cold. So I laid there and enjoyed the smell of the grass. Eventually the wind got too cold, so I moved to the car with the windows down. Most of the time I didn't even read, just sit there and thought about my life. It's good right now. I'm happy with myself and my life.
That showed me that I need more 'me' time. I've always had a hard time being alone with the silence and just my thoughts. So I'm going to end with the thought on my daily calendar: When you think about a problem over and over in your mind, that's called worry. When you think about God's word over and over in your mind, that's meditation. If you know how to worry, you already know how to meditate!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I have a lot to blog about today, but I'm too tired. It was an interesting stressful, hilarious day at work. Our new system is still not up, our old system isn't working, nobody knew for sure what we were doing, customers were upset and installers were worse. But somehow I kept my sense of humor today mainly bcause we were all in this together. And I got through which makes me feel wonderful. Tired but wonderful. So I want to share a couple of things. This quote is wonderful and fits really well with my life right now. And this website is pretty cool.
"Think about your life and set your priorities.
Find some quiet time regularly to think deeply about where you are going and what you will need to do to
get there. Jesus, our exemplar, often 'withdrew
himself into the wilderness, and prayed' (Luke 5:16). We need to do the same thing occasionally to
rejuvenate ourselves spiritually as the Savior
did.
Write down the tasks you would like to accomplish each day. Keep foremost
in mind the sacred covenants you have made with the Lord as you write down your
daily schedules." M. Russell Ballard
I'm definitely going to spend this Sunday afternoon
by myself withdrawing and doing some major thinking and rejuvenation.
And now for the website. Have fun.
http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm
"Think about your life and set your priorities.
Find some quiet time regularly to think deeply about where you are going and what you will need to do to
get there. Jesus, our exemplar, often 'withdrew
himself into the wilderness, and prayed' (Luke 5:16). We need to do the same thing occasionally to
rejuvenate ourselves spiritually as the Savior
did.
Write down the tasks you would like to accomplish each day. Keep foremost
in mind the sacred covenants you have made with the Lord as you write down your
daily schedules." M. Russell Ballard
I'm definitely going to spend this Sunday afternoon
by myself withdrawing and doing some major thinking and rejuvenation.
And now for the website. Have fun.
http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/index.htm
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
What next?
What's next in my life? What changes am I making? Right now I can't name specifics. I just know I'm tired of not getting what I want and more, not even trying for what I want. I also know I'm not gonna rush into these changes. I'm going to take time and make a plan. I do know that I'm not going to let anybody hold me back, no matter who they are. It's time I lived the life I know I can, the life I deserve to have. If anybody holds me back or gets in my way or doesn't believe in me, I won't kick them out; but I may choose to spend less time with them. I need the love, the support and the help of people who care about me.
For the first time in years, I like myself. I've made some good changes in the past couple of years. And I'm going to keep working on those. I know that going back to work has been good for me. I've got to work on money especially my spending of money which I do so well, and my saving of money which I don't do. I do want to get my own place, but I'm not in a big hurry. If I can stay here and get some bills paid and try to get a running car, that will work. And I know that I want to enroll in some internet classes. I want to continue to learn, so I can feel more confident and be able to get a better job. I don't know how long I'm going to be in Evanston, maybe the rest of my life. That isn't in my hands, it's in the Lord's hands. My job there is to stay in tune and listen. If I do that, I'll know where I go next.
The biggest change, and the one I'm going to work on even harder are the spiritual changes I've made. I've realized I can't let a day go by without scriptures and prayer. I hate going to church alone, but I'm getting better at that. It's time to accept that I might easily be going alone the rest of my life, and that's ok too.
One thing I've always wanted to do is travel even if it's just visiting my kids and grandkids. My mini-goal is to be able to attend the baptism of all my grandkids. So that involves a trip to Alabama next January. And all the other goals are going to help that happen.
But the biggest changes of all are happening inside me. I can only do so much about the outside influences. I want to end with a quote that showed up in my inbox this morning. Seems to sum up the changes I'm going to be making.
For the first time in years, I like myself. I've made some good changes in the past couple of years. And I'm going to keep working on those. I know that going back to work has been good for me. I've got to work on money especially my spending of money which I do so well, and my saving of money which I don't do. I do want to get my own place, but I'm not in a big hurry. If I can stay here and get some bills paid and try to get a running car, that will work. And I know that I want to enroll in some internet classes. I want to continue to learn, so I can feel more confident and be able to get a better job. I don't know how long I'm going to be in Evanston, maybe the rest of my life. That isn't in my hands, it's in the Lord's hands. My job there is to stay in tune and listen. If I do that, I'll know where I go next.
The biggest change, and the one I'm going to work on even harder are the spiritual changes I've made. I've realized I can't let a day go by without scriptures and prayer. I hate going to church alone, but I'm getting better at that. It's time to accept that I might easily be going alone the rest of my life, and that's ok too.
One thing I've always wanted to do is travel even if it's just visiting my kids and grandkids. My mini-goal is to be able to attend the baptism of all my grandkids. So that involves a trip to Alabama next January. And all the other goals are going to help that happen.
But the biggest changes of all are happening inside me. I can only do so much about the outside influences. I want to end with a quote that showed up in my inbox this morning. Seems to sum up the changes I'm going to be making.
"Between whatever happens to me and my response to it is a space.
In that space is my freedom and power to choose my response.
And in my response lay my growth and happiness."
- Stephen Covey
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Ok, fair warning here. This blog is all about death. There’s nothing quite like facing mortality and the possibility of your own death to feel like you’ve been slapped up the side of the head. It sure gets your attention and makes you take stock of your life, where you are and where you want to be. Makes you realize that where you want to be is not always where you are heading unless you make some changes.
I’ve had a few moments in the past few years when I felt like I was being given a warning to change my lifestyle. A few episodes where I had some health problems that could be serious or could just be my imagination or a panic attack. Two or three times when I was taken out of Walmart in a wheelchair. I’m never been too fond of going to medical doctors. That’s mostly because of the cost. But after one episode at Walmart I went to the doctor and was told it was a virus.
As I said at the beginning, thinking about your own death makes you face the future a little differently. I’ve actually been making some changes and setting some goals for my future however long that is. But I’m also going to start living for today more and not living for tomorrow. I’ve done that for 49 years, but it’s time to stop. A few years ago I heard Tim McGraw’s song “Live Like You Were Dyin” and loved it. Well, it’s time I start doing that in my own life. So watch out world, Susan’s in charge and making some changes!
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Happy Anniversary Yesterday
Yesterday would have been my tenth wedding anniversary with Jim. Wow, that means we've now been apart as long as we were married. I did really good yesterday for the most part. I've gotten to where I can hold it together at work. But then, I'm getting very good at 'faking it.' I had to learn to do that when I went to work at 7-11 six weeks after Jim died. Brandon, Lala and I were watching X-Files last night when, for some reason, she made a comment about me liking men with big bellies. I immediately started to cry. She felt bad about it, but it didn't last long. I went to bed shortly after that and shed a few more tears but also fell asleep thinking about the good times. Jim was a good man, and I hope to see him again someday. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in the spirit world and just how much they are aware of us and what we're doing. I like to think that both Howard and Jim can see me once in a while, know the changes I've made and are proud of me.
Today was my Friday at work which was nice. It was also a really good day, not too busy, not too slow, time went fast. And I did a lot more troubleshooting than I've done and most of them ended with the customer having everything working. I felt like I'd won the lottery. Wow, what a high those calls were. I had several customers and even a couple of installer pay me compliments. There is one installer in Texas who is a little rude, but most of them are wonderful. And I love that accent. One of them asked if he could somehow get transferred to me because I was so fast. I said I'm not sure if it helps, but I do type at 90 wpm. He laughed and said that must be it, and the guy that he got three times in a row yesterday must have been hitting one letter every fifteen seconds. We had a good laugh over that. Another one told me he likes getting those of us in Wyoming cuz we're so much more helpful and more cheerful than the Utah CSR's. I guess I won't pass that one onto the other office, but I did share it with the CSR's in our office.
Two days off now and lots of plans. So I'm gonna go get a long nights sleep and get started tomorrow. Well, working around conference, of course.
Today was my Friday at work which was nice. It was also a really good day, not too busy, not too slow, time went fast. And I did a lot more troubleshooting than I've done and most of them ended with the customer having everything working. I felt like I'd won the lottery. Wow, what a high those calls were. I had several customers and even a couple of installer pay me compliments. There is one installer in Texas who is a little rude, but most of them are wonderful. And I love that accent. One of them asked if he could somehow get transferred to me because I was so fast. I said I'm not sure if it helps, but I do type at 90 wpm. He laughed and said that must be it, and the guy that he got three times in a row yesterday must have been hitting one letter every fifteen seconds. We had a good laugh over that. Another one told me he likes getting those of us in Wyoming cuz we're so much more helpful and more cheerful than the Utah CSR's. I guess I won't pass that one onto the other office, but I did share it with the CSR's in our office.
Two days off now and lots of plans. So I'm gonna go get a long nights sleep and get started tomorrow. Well, working around conference, of course.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Tomorrow is Friday. at least my Friday. It's the last day of six I've worked this week. I probably should wait until tomorrow to say it's been a good week. But it really has been. I'm getting faster and better at this all the time. Of course, there have been some weird moments, some hard moments and some interesting people I've met on the phone. It seems as if at least one call a day is a long, hard one. And I'd still rather do anything than troubleshoot a problem. I am getting better at helping the customer, but there are always those problems that I just can't figure out. And we are still having the issue of getting help. Phil from Orem was here yesterday and had a meeting with Kailan and Crystal. I assume that means Crystal is going to be the mentor. I've found out that I'm not the only one that is having the problem with her. I'm sure eventually we'll butt heads, but since she works the 2-10 shift, I don't have more than a couple hours to deal with her. Now as long as they don't put her on total day shift, I'll be fine.
I do get along with everybody that I work with. Of course, there are some I enjoy more than others. Maybe I should mention a few of them. First there is Natalie, a sweet 20 year old blonde who I wanted to match up with my nephew James. Just my luck, he just started seeing someone in Orem. Then there is Jessie, the cute little eighteen year old rodeo rider. The word perky was coined for this kid. The guy across the aisle that works on McAfee has been hitting on her, so we have our own little soap opera going on here. David is the 22 year old returned missionary. Bill is the man my age or older who is actually one of the best according to the charts they post daily. I really think this man has worked CSR call center before. He's kind of quiet, but his cubicle is right beside mine, so we're been talking more this week. Part of that is because several of them come to me if they have questions and I'm off the phone.
Ok, stay tuned for chapter two of the people I work with tomorrow. I've had supper, yummy lasagna, and I think I'm gonna get off this computer and do nothing for a while. My phone calls to Rod have been almost non-existent this week, partially because I'm asleep before ten and partially because after being on the computer and the phone all day, I just don't wanna do it when I'm heading to bed. But I assume this relationship will survive that and daily emails will keep us together. So good-night for now.
I do get along with everybody that I work with. Of course, there are some I enjoy more than others. Maybe I should mention a few of them. First there is Natalie, a sweet 20 year old blonde who I wanted to match up with my nephew James. Just my luck, he just started seeing someone in Orem. Then there is Jessie, the cute little eighteen year old rodeo rider. The word perky was coined for this kid. The guy across the aisle that works on McAfee has been hitting on her, so we have our own little soap opera going on here. David is the 22 year old returned missionary. Bill is the man my age or older who is actually one of the best according to the charts they post daily. I really think this man has worked CSR call center before. He's kind of quiet, but his cubicle is right beside mine, so we're been talking more this week. Part of that is because several of them come to me if they have questions and I'm off the phone.
Ok, stay tuned for chapter two of the people I work with tomorrow. I've had supper, yummy lasagna, and I think I'm gonna get off this computer and do nothing for a while. My phone calls to Rod have been almost non-existent this week, partially because I'm asleep before ten and partially because after being on the computer and the phone all day, I just don't wanna do it when I'm heading to bed. But I assume this relationship will survive that and daily emails will keep us together. So good-night for now.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Old Dog--New Tricks
Who says you can't teach an old dog news tricks? Guess I'm gonna be testing that theory next week. The training today taught us a new system that is going to be so much nicer than what we use. The catch here is it will be when we learn it. I have to use the old system until next Tuesday and then start the new one. So by then I will probably have forgotten everything I learned in training today. But we had a good time in training. Our trainer, Lyn, was a lot of fun and did things so well. We had a lot of hands-on training which is how I learn. Of course, we also got this 50 lb book that we can use as reference. Well, maybe not 50 lbs but it is about 850 pgs. So we better know what to do cuz it could take us 1/2 hr to look something up.
I realized today something new about myself. Well, actually I've started figuring this out with this job. But it became a lot more clear today. And I'm sure everybody has this problem to some extent. Ok, I'll just blurt it out. I don't like to feel or look stupid. And I'm starting to realize how that fact has kept me back for a lot of my life. Looking back I've realized how often I have just avoided doing something if there is a risk I'll look stupid or foolish. I've gotten better at what I call 'faking it.' Which means I can sort of bluff my way through. If that doesn't work, I can usually turn it around by laughing at myself. But I haven't figure out how to do that on the phone. Without enough mentors at work this past two weeks, I've had plenty of 'stupid' moments which adds to my stress level and then I end up going brain-dead and feeling stupid again. It's a vicious cycle.
I'm not sure where this came from. Perhaps from a mother to whom nothing was ever quite 'good enough.' If I got b's, I was told that with a little effort I could have gotten a's. I was never quite good enough, thin enough, smart enough. I know she didn't do that deliberately, but she did it.
So what is the solution to this? I haven't a clue, but now that I've recognized it I can work on it. At our meeting last Friday one of the things brought out in the video with Father Murphy was that we can't fix a problem unless we recognize it. Now I have to work on it both in my professional and personal life. Because it has affected both. How hard has it been for me to change jobs because I have to relearn and might feel stupid while I'm learning. And how often have I not shared something with Rod because I was afraid he would think I was stupid. He has never made me feel that way, but I have made myself feel that way. So I don't share my feelings or thoughts and then get upset later because he doesn't have a clue how I feel.
So if the first step to recovery is to acknowledge you have a problem, I guess I'm on the road to recovery on this issue. Cool!
I realized today something new about myself. Well, actually I've started figuring this out with this job. But it became a lot more clear today. And I'm sure everybody has this problem to some extent. Ok, I'll just blurt it out. I don't like to feel or look stupid. And I'm starting to realize how that fact has kept me back for a lot of my life. Looking back I've realized how often I have just avoided doing something if there is a risk I'll look stupid or foolish. I've gotten better at what I call 'faking it.' Which means I can sort of bluff my way through. If that doesn't work, I can usually turn it around by laughing at myself. But I haven't figure out how to do that on the phone. Without enough mentors at work this past two weeks, I've had plenty of 'stupid' moments which adds to my stress level and then I end up going brain-dead and feeling stupid again. It's a vicious cycle.
I'm not sure where this came from. Perhaps from a mother to whom nothing was ever quite 'good enough.' If I got b's, I was told that with a little effort I could have gotten a's. I was never quite good enough, thin enough, smart enough. I know she didn't do that deliberately, but she did it.
So what is the solution to this? I haven't a clue, but now that I've recognized it I can work on it. At our meeting last Friday one of the things brought out in the video with Father Murphy was that we can't fix a problem unless we recognize it. Now I have to work on it both in my professional and personal life. Because it has affected both. How hard has it been for me to change jobs because I have to relearn and might feel stupid while I'm learning. And how often have I not shared something with Rod because I was afraid he would think I was stupid. He has never made me feel that way, but I have made myself feel that way. So I don't share my feelings or thoughts and then get upset later because he doesn't have a clue how I feel.
So if the first step to recovery is to acknowledge you have a problem, I guess I'm on the road to recovery on this issue. Cool!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Addictions and Dependencies
Ok, I did plan on writing more about the thoughts that have run through my head since attending the meeting with
He’s in the middle of a really hard relationship with a woman he loves. She kept trying to get a divorce from her husband but he wouldn’t give it to her. She moved away, came back and is now back together with him because she just knows he’s changed. She asked Gene to go to an Al-Anon meeting. He was late to the meeting and so it had started. She was across the room so he just took an empty seat.
Part of the discussion was talking about a monkey trap. The way to trap a monkey is to get a box, put a piece of fruit in it, close the box up totally, cut a crack in the top of the box. The monkey comes along, smells the fruit and puts his hand in the crack. He grabs the fruit in his fist and tries to take his hand out. But he can’st because his hand is now too big. The moneky won’t let go and you can catch him with his hand in the monkey trap.
Ok, Gene sat there like he’d been slapped up the side of his head, looked across the room at the long, red-headed woman and thought ‘there’s my monkey trap.’ So after the meeting he talked to her and told her what he had realized and that he had to get his hand out of the trap and walked away.
It was kind of ironic that he and I both had gone to that kind of a meeting this week. After the Family Week meeting we had to feel out a questionnaire about our experiences that week and what we thought of it. Some things I couldn’t grade because I had only gone one night. But at the top we had to put our relationsip to the client (Brandon) and check if we are an addict or co-dependent. Well, I checked both of them. So many of the things they talked about hit me hard. We talked about grieving and the stages of grief. We talked about addictions no matter what the addiction is: alcohol, drugs, food or sometimes in my case, men. Or is that the fear of being alone? Yeah, how much of my current relationship is due to my fear of being alone? Many times, especially when I’ve been working, I could have gotten my own apartment. But instead I have stayed living with either my Mom or my kids no matter how bad it got because I’d rather do that insteazd of being alone. And how much of my relationship with Rod is due to not wanting to be alone when I finally quit living with my kids. He has told me that he knows part of it a year ago was that he was my escape from the bad times at Mom’s.
For the first time in years I’m excited about my life and my future. I mentioned some of the goals I’m making. I intend to start the computer classes next month. I’m gonna start with one and then see if I can go to two the next time. If I can only take one every six weeks, it will take me forever to get them done. Plus I’ve got to start saving all my extra money which means no shopping trips to Walmart for a while. I need to either get my car fixed or save for another one. Plus I need my own place. I’m actually so excited about that.
One of the comments to my post was: “I've realized I have a real fear of dependancies. I don't want to become dependant on my therapy light, I don't want to become dependant on a man, or on another student to do their part of the assignment.” And I realized that is part of my problem. I’ve reached the point in my relationship that I’m enjoying things the way they are. I’ve spent the last month doing really good, not going loopy. And then this past week things got bad again.
Actually maybe I need to say it started a couple of weeks ago, but I’ve done pretty good at staying ok with it. It started when Rod had the wedding reception to go to. He talked about hating to go alone, and I suggested that I leave here after work at Saturday and go with him and then have Sunday dinner with him and his kids. He sort of brushed it off and didn’t seem to like the idea at all. He did say ‘do you really want to have dinner with the kids?” I said ‘why don’t you invite me someday and find out.” He said “ok, someday I will.” Yeah, that elusive ‘someday.’ That whole relationship is based on someday.
Then Rod wrote me an email about how he didn’t like the idea of going alone to the reception and thoughts about that. All I could think of was ‘well, I offered to go, but I guess I’m just not good enough.’ On the phone I made some comment about knowing my place. It was getting late and I got his usual ‘it’s too late to talk about this.’ Yeah, that’s his response when he doesn’t want to talk about something.
So I’ve been doing some thinking lately about “my place.” I have made him or let him be involved in my life and the lives of my kids and grandkids. And it seems like I’m good enough to be part of his life but only the parts that he wants me to be. If makes me feel like Im’ just not good enough to be around his friends or his kids. My place is sort of the back-street girlfriend.
We spent so much time talking when I was out there those few days when Rod had the carbon monoxide poisoning. I thought we got so much out in the open, and I came back feeling like there really was a future for us. But it seems like when Rod gives me some encouragement about that, it scares him or something and then he ends up backing away. When I got this job he talked about how I could work into management and transfer to
I’m not sure if it’s an addiction, co-dependency or just this fear of being alone that drives me. I want a chance to be on my own and be my own boss. But then Rod gives me some encouragement like we’re gonna have a future and I jump on it. Or I end up really missing him and wanting to be with him, and so when he says something that’s just teasing I take it wrong. Last night I said to him that lately it seems like being with him is right and being away is wrong. I actually have felt so homesick being away from him. I want to be at his little apartment with him. And his response to my comment was ‘maybe it is.’ Not ‘it is right to be with me,’ it was that wonderful maybe that I hate so much.
So where does this go from here? I haven't a clue. Did venting help? Yeah, it did. So I guess something got accomplished. Now it's bedtime and time to quit thinking. Goodnight all!
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