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Too Much Work!

I’ve been kinda quiet lately, right? I don’t know how I went from being super bored to being swamped every day. This job sucks. It seems that there is no in between. Half of the year is dry and boring with very little to do. The other half – this half – is ridiculously busy with lots of shipments coming in for Christmas. WARNING: HORRIBLY BORING JOB DETAILS! This means I spend my days doing purchase orders (PO’s) for incoming shipments, making a zillion adjustments (quantities, costs, etc) to them so they match the invoice the supplier sends us, and entering new items into the system. Then, when we get the bill from the freight forwarder, I have to work out the CIF and total cost (including ocean freight, inland freight, brokerage, exchange rates, and additional fees), enter them in the system, and play with numbers until it all balances. Then I receive the items (in the computer system) so the salespeople can see that they’re available for sale. Once that’s done, I print labels for the warehouse manager to stick on each item with item numbers and prices. That’s how we know if we have a shortage or surplus of items – based on how many stickers we’re left with. THEN, the fun part. I get to go to the super slow computer and make individual price tags for everything. I won’t even get into how involved that is. I’ve bored you enough already. Ugh. Did I mention that I HATE this job?!

I was in a funk earlier today. I sprayed some figurative perfume on myself. It’s sort of a sweet smell on top of the funk, but that’s the best that I can do for now. It has to work until I can get home for a (literal) shower. I’m eating Cheetos at my desk. For lunch, I’ll be having cheese and crackers. I miiight get shrimp fried rice from the world’s worst Chinese take-away around the corner. Just because I’m kind of a big eater. Cheese and crackers won’t cut it. Babe packed some Oreos, but I don’t eat them outside of home. Black cookie remnants on teeth? Not cool. There are M&Ms in my bag too, but I always feel like I need to save them for a really sad situation. Hahaha. M&Ms are THAT serious in my life. M&Ms and Coke.

Okay, time to lighten this post up. Time to be me (read: random).

My dad is going to Florida on the weekend. This means I get to WIN! WOO! *pulls you up to dance with me* I gave him an envelope with some (read: not enough) money inside, and a list on the back. Toothpaste, soap, closet organizer, something random I don’t remember at the moment, and VFFs! My first choice is these in silver and green. He’s already called one store in the area, and they don’t have that colour. My second choice is the magenta/orange/grey. They’re pretty hot, right? Answer: YES! Haley over at Green Plate Dinners introduced me to them, and I’m grateful. I’m excited about getting them. I just hope I picked the right size. You have to measure your foot from heel to longest toe and consult a size chart to figure out what size to get. Really, it’s ideal to be able to fit, but I’m not travelling any time soon. I’m just hoping for the best, and you can hope right along with me! 🙂 This is my first big step toward training for my first 5k. You can read more about VFFs here and here. I’ll do a review once I’ve tried them out.

[Hold on, I’ll be right back.]

WOWZAH! I’m feeling BLESSED right now. *does the Holy Ghost dance with a baptist dip and spins with tambourine in hand*I was wondering about my lunch. You know this if you’ve read this far. A saleswoman just called me out front. There was my great-grandmother. She came straight from church (midweek noon service) and brought me her lunch (which they serve after the service). How sweet! How perfect. I LOVE that little lady. That reminds me that I need to tell you all about something concerning her. It’s a bit personal, but I’d like some feedback. Fresh perspective.

Okay, I have LOTS to price. I’ll try to do better with posting. I may have to write in advance (from home), and have Babe email the posts to me so I can post them from work. We still don’t have the internet at home. Crazy, I know. We’re making it though! We’re hardcore. Hahahaha.

Hope your week is going well. If not, FEAR NOT. There are still a couple of days left, and the power is YOURS to make them great.

~Love & Blessings~

Thankful + Five Questions

Five Question Friday!

1. If you had a weekly newspaper column, what would you name it?

Rants and Ramblings

Conch Salad

Everyday Living

Foodie Kitchen

Depends on what the column is about, really. I see myself going with the “conch salad” theme more than anything else, because then I could mix it all up. I can rant a little, talk about food, dole out my awesome advice… All in one column.


2. Who is your mentor/inspiration?

Ma. My great-grandmother. She’s pretty awesome. The woman is NINETY-ONE years old. NINE-TEEEE-ONE! She still does everything for herself. And a lot of things for the rest of us. She walks without assistance, can dash around the place, she drives, she cooks and cleans (and I mean really cleans)… Everything. Actually, up until early this year, she ran her own business. She decided to close after 51 years of dressing thousands of women. She had THE ladies’ boutique. And I’m not saying that because she’s my great-grandmother. That’s just what it is. Or was. THE place to shop for clothing for work, church, weddings, funerals, balls, proms, banquets… Yep. She’s an amazing lady.


3. What is your wake up beverage of choice?

Trick question?! COCA-COLA! That’s my #1 choice. Annnd start judgiiiiing… NOW!

I don’t really drink Coke first thing in the morning though. Not every day. So I deserve some credit. Right? Mhmm. Nod your little head. You know I do.

What I REALLY like in the morning is TEA. Do I ever make it? Nah. Not unless it’s a late, lazy morning like Sundays and Mondays tend to be. Other than that, I’m too busy sleeping too late and scrambling around to get ready to make tea.


4. Would you wear your mom’s clothes?

Some of them. She has decent taste in clothing. Our sizes are different, but we could get away with some of the same tops. Pants or skirts would never work. We also have the same shoe size. Although my feet are probably fatter, and hers are longer. It works though. Sometimes, she drops shoes off for me to wear around the house to stretch them for her. Hahaha.


5. When you were a kid, did you put posters on your wall? If so, what were they of?

Never had posters on my wall. Ever. The answer is sort of a long story. How short can I make it? Hmmm… I didn’t spend any time in my bedroom (which was at my dad’s) because I spent most of my wide-awake hours at my aunt’s house (when I wasn’t at school). From school, we went straight to Auntie’s. Our dad picked us up when he got off from work which was anywhere between 7:30 and 11:30pm. Posters on walls that I never spent time between (or looking at) really would have made no sense. If I did have posters, I have no idea what would have been on them. Maybe Spanish verb conjugations or something nerdy like that.

 

I missed Thankful Thursday. Here we go. I’m thankful for:

  • Good times with family
  • Babe taking those awful bus rides with me this week
  • Improvement in my water consumption
  • Babe agreeing to my decorating plan (I NEED to remember to post about it later)
  • The ability to work with a single burner hotplate (Oh, man. Y’all should really witness it.)
  • Success in the trip to get stuff for the new place. We now have a completed bathroom plus a front door mat and a kitchen garbage WITH a lid. WOO!

This Life Is Worth Living (Day 7 of 30 Days of Truth)

Day 7 – Someone who has made your life worth living for

There are so many great people in my life. I’ve had great support all my life, from family and friends. Different people have contributed to my life, supported me, taught me lessons, made me feel better, saved me, and been present when need the most at different points and in different situations. To single anyone out would be unfair. It would also be a little ridiculous to say that one person has made my life worth living. If someone had to make my life worth living, I should probably just perish, no? I think it’s enough to say that people have made trying times more bearable, given me more than my share of laughs and smile, supported me, built me up… You know… That stuff.

I guess I should start dishing out some credit…

Ma – ALWAYS there. Always. She’s 91 years old, and still the strongest person I know. Period. Always available, always willing and able to help, always to-the-point, always honest, always sincere, always always.

Auntie – There to listen, there to advise. Asks questions to provoke thought. Makes suggestions. And sandwiches. Does a lot of cooking and feeding. And praying.

Parents – Always do the best they can, denying nothing that is in their power.

Siblings – Multi-everything. All so different, but have and share the same love, care, and concern. Super-support. Drop anything at any moment to help me cry, take me home, bring me a meal, or share a good joke.

TEverything I ever wanted and needed in my life, whether I knew it or not. The Love of My Life. If I say much more, this would end up being a separate post because once I start, I find it hard to stop. My Babe is just the most amazing person. The most perfect person. For me. And only me.

I don’t want to get into listing friends separately… They know who they are. They know that I value a good little pow-wow. A listening ear. A devil’s advocate. A good story. A trip to the beach. Or ice cream shop.

Little things in varying combinations make up the big ol’ thing that is life. And it IS worth living. It’s just that the people we let in add different kinds of special. Like herbs and spices add flavour to a pot.