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I just love life’s little ironies. They are so amusing when they are happening to other people. When they happen to me, I just have to roll my eyes. So, I’ve done a lot of eyerolling this week.
We travelled off to the end of the earth tonight to watch my son’s first football game of the season. On the way home, I was thirsty, so we stopped at the next town, which has several convenience stores on the highway. Wouldn’t you know, I tell my daughter to pull into the Shell station and who else is there but my ex husband and my other daughter. Five C-stores and I have to pick the one that slimeball is at. Ugh!
Work has been one big ironic exclamation point this week. A month or two ago I was telling everyone how much I liked my job because I have no stress. I go to work, I do my job, I come home. No responsibility other than doing the job to the best of my ability. And now I’m training new people because I work with the assistant manager. It’s his job to do it and he always gets them started (like 15 minutes!) and then he’s off yelling at people and doing other things and I’m stuck with training..... ugh.
Two weeks ago I trained a new guy and was real happy with how he was doing and happy I had some extra help in my area. Monday morning I got 2 newbies and they moved the other one on elsewhere. Sigh..... And the one new guy is 50, lacks confidence and is slow. The new gal is 25 and sassy and seems like she’s going to be a know it all.
And all the years that I didn’t pick up behind my kids, just left their mess set, well now I’m picking up behind my cute young boss all the time. Good grief!