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ketchup part deux: skills to pay the bills

2006-05-23 / 11:15 p.m.
do you have a favorite tv show? sure you do. and you know somewhere during the run of your program, it is an inevitability to have a re-run, or clip show. this entry will be along that line. i don't have anything of my usual wacky fantastic candoor, so you'll just have to deal with another clip/update episode.

vin and i went to holiday world for our anniversary. side note: i cannot believe that i've been married three years. then again, i never imagined i'd marry a boy either. vin is above man and beyond any gender. i didn't think they existed, but he truly is a "male lesbian". he's my best friend and i wouldn't care if he was a fucking iguanna, i'd still love him. so there. anyway--the day trip it was fun, the new "voyage" roller coaster was fucking sweet--i rode it four times (not in a row) and it kicked my ass. it's a must for roller coaster enthusiasts. and just like our first wedding anniversary, the park was overflowing with teens because it was "middle school graduation day". can you say smelly?

i'd hate to think about how funky it could have gotten, the temp was only in the 60's. why are teens not aware of how bad they stink? they either smell like BO to the 10th degree or BO marinated in cat piss cologne/ cheap disco whore perfume, which is by far more offensive. i think it's so weird... we didn't have anything like that back in the 80's-(the middle school graduation thing). i was more or less drop kicked into high school. there was no celebrating, unless by celebrating you mean getting someone to buy liquor for you and drinking it to alcohol poisoning.

something i observed is that kids at that age are incredibly homophobic-(esp. males), but they engage in incredibly homoerotic behavior. for example, the boys in line were always obsessing with the whereabouts of their friends, and if they were close to their friends were always touching each other. how gay.

all in all, it was a good time. we were originally going to go to gatlinburg, TN but the toyota needed its power window on the driver's side fixed. and since we don't use our credit cards anymore, any money we had saved for the g-burg trip was used to fix the door of the corolla. vin scored comp tix for the theme park from work, and i received a bonus from selling sex toys*. (* i'm really glad i became a "relationship enhancement product" consultant, btw. i have no ambitions to become one of those ball busting sales ladies, but just a miniscule amount of effort on my part has earned me a couple extra hundred dollars here and there, which has come in handy.) if any of you female readers are interested in becoming a consultant, PLEASE EMAIL me, the company is really, really cool. start up costs are minimal, if you don't have a lot of extra money to spare.

did i mention i was on the job hunt? yes, i'm trying my damndest to find a job closer to home. when i moved to btown six years ago, i found a job in town. it was salaried and had me working like a fucking slave=80-90hrs a week. it ended up getting to where i had to bite the bullet and get a job in indianapolis where i could actually make a decent living because one can't score anything in btown that pays more than $10 an hour. that pay is great if you're a college student and you have career dreams of wiping other people's asses or slinging hash--but not for someone who has a degree and needs to pitch in on a partnership and pay bills.

so i worked in indy. things were going great-- i was immensely happy as a sex ed teacher and i felt that nothing could stop me...until the executive directors wanted to relocate the offices to the north side of indianapolis, which is a really, really, really to infinity inconvenient drive no matter where you chose to live. since i had no desire to relocate to indianapolis aka, "schleppytown" i had to go on the market, and that's how i ended up working where i currently work.

but if you're a faithful jfsuperstar reader, you already know all that horseshit. the problem with my current job is that those in administration fail to recognize that i'm a star employee: full of initiative, willing to make company improvements, etc. there doesn't appear to be any room for advancement, and i'm just not happy with that. when i switched shifts it was mentioned to me that i would be trained to learn how to be in charge when my supervisor was absent, but she's not followed through with her promise, which pisses me off.

not to mention my art life and recovery life has sucked since i've started working these 4 on 4 off rotations. none of my friends can keep up with me. "when are you off again, Jen?" they ask. i really crave working a m-th or m-f job so i can faithfully observe shabbat and spend time with the spouse and friends.

.....and i hate working graveyard. i really hate it. if i were on meth, it might be suitable, but i don't do drugs. i crave to sleep with the rest of the world, during night time hours. that hell is almost over. i go back to days in july. i had my second interview at a behavioral health facility for a position in case management. it was right up my alley, but they have to offer me the job at what i'm currently making (or more) or the job switch isn't worth my while.

bottom line: i have to either get promoted where i work, or keep looking for other employment options. it isn't a bad idea to keep up my interviewing skills. i know plenty of people who stay one place for 10-20 years, they lose their job, and can't compete on the market for one reason or the other. i have skills. i have skills to pay the bills.

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