Why Can't We All Just Get Along?

As Carrie Bradshaw would say ... I can't help but wonder what our lives would be like if everyone would just get along? On a crisp fall day as the leaves are just falling from the trees and the sun shines brightly in the sky the birds chirp sweetly in the breeze. You can almost get a sense of what God had planned for us. Children laughing and playing, families going to pumpkin patches in anticipation of all that fall has to offer. You can almost taste the apple cider and pumpkin pie can't you? The scene in my mind is almost fathomable yet seems to be just out of reach.

I have started work in two separate jobs. I dream of getting enough hours at one job to only have to go to one. I also dream of becoming a hair stylist and not being able to give someone my own haircut. So I understand about some dreams just being somewhat ludicrous. As we have discussed in my previous post I am somewhat of a wannabe fashion diva. My childhood dream was to become either a fashion designer or a fashion buyer for Bloomingdale's preferably. I do not work in the fashion industry on any level. I do not even have a job where I am completely able to dress as the diva I dream of one day being. These are neither here nor there. My point is that I have not one but two jobs and no one can get along with everyone. I realize that my dream of going to work and everyone getting along with everyone else is fantasy...at least now I do. But I had high hopes none the less. I went to a somewhat small high school. I hated high school. I'm old now I have no desire to go back and relive what once was. Nor do I have any fantasies that I could somehow do things differently and be one of the "popular kids" this time. I don't consider myself a "popular" person now but I do have more friends and am more social that I once was. This is why I thought in my delusional mind that I would go to work and everything would be fabulous.
There is stress in the job I wanted so badly I could taste it. That it has left a bad taste in my mouth. I was so excited to be going to work in this place that I was jumping up and down when I got the call for it. Life is not always what you imagine it will be nor is work. My "crap job" is becoming almost a welcome relief at this point. I hope that things will get better. I know they will, patience is not my strongest suit. I am not good at waiting and seeing. I'm so bad at it that when I was a child I would unwrap Christmas gifts ahead of time and re wrap them and wait for my mom to get up. I no longer do that. But seriously, why can't we all just get along?

Imagine what the world would be if we all got along. Work places everywhere would run more smoothly because everyone got along and worked together. Households would run more smoothly because parents wouldn't have to break up fights all day. The world would just run more smoothly if everyone would JUST GET ALONG. I'm old, I'm too tired for the drama. You want drama? Watch House or Days of Our Lives. Save the drama for TV and just get along. You can say I'm old fashioned or just plain crazy. I don't care because I'm telling you life would be grand if you tried it. There is the challenge. Pick a day to start. Perhaps tomorrow or if you don't like to start new things mid-week try Monday. Just pick a day and decide it starts here. From this day forward I'm going to just get along. No fighting or drama, no talking behind people's backs. If you have something to say just say it to them but do it nicely so you can get along. Start with yourself be the example others will follow I know it. It will be like the old Breck commercials they told two friends then they told two friends pretty soon the entire town could be getting along. We could get national attention it could spread to the entire state, then the entire country. Then who knows the entire world could get along. It could be the entire world God hoped and dreamed it would be. Try it! I think you'd like it. Just Get Along!

Fashion Diva or Fashion Faux Pas

Oh how I love fashion. I love fashion so much that I am addicted to Project Runway and What Not To Wear. I love it so much that I changed clothes 3 times before leaving for work this morning. I work with children it shouldn't be that complicated. Yet every morning no matter what the day or where I am going I hear these voices in my head asking me what would Clinton and Stacy think? Of course my shoes are always wrong therefore, I must have at least 60 pairs of shoes to choose from right? Does it count if I get them from payless on bogo? I cannot afford to dress the way I think I should according to Stacy and Clinton I have thought about going to rummage sales and filling my closet with the ugliest clothes I can find so I can be nominated for the show and get the $5000 shopping spree in New York. Can I just tell you that I don't care how childish I sound that would be a dream come true for me. To get to go to New York and spend that much money would be so cool. All those name brands that I only go to EBay and drool over cause I can't buy them there either.
Project Runway I discovered when my cousin was visiting me from another state and now record so as not to miss an episode. I wanted to become a fashion designer or buyer when I was growing up. I design jewelry in my house and sell it to people I already know. Does that count? I doubt it. I think perhaps it makes me a "wannabe". I believe that's what the kids would call it these days. I am of course entirely too old to be this in to fashion. I am a complete embarrassment to my children. And I cringe if someone in my family doesn't match. I have made people in my family change their clothes before we go out.
Oh stop it I hear you. I am not likely to change I refrain myself quite a bit. (sigh) If only there were more hours in the day so I could transform myself into the fashion diva I long to be. Nothing brings me more joy than my children and nothing brings me more entertainment than a good Nicholas Sparks book but nothing and I mean NOTHING delights me more when shopping than finding a good clearance sale. Oh how I love a bargain....

How To Turn A Crap Job Into a Job You Love!

How do you turn a crap job into a job you love you ask? Well here I would like to explain exactly what a crap job to me is. I work two days a week at a crap job so I have some experience. What makes this a crap job is purely and utterly ......me. There I said it. I know it I am the only one making myself miserable in this crap job. Or am I? I work ten hours a week in a dead end job where I work with teenagers half my age. You would think I could bring something to the table give them quips and words of wisdom from all my vast experiences. You would think they would take one look at the old lady working beside them and want to do a good job at work. You would think that since I have actually played cards with the boss that they would say to themselves "gee I probably shouldn't be on my facebook page while Im at work with the old lady she may tell the boss man." But NO and do you know why? Because that generation has no respect for their elders (of which I am one of) and no respect for a job well done and apparently we are raising an entire generation that has no idea how to clean anything. I mean come on I expect it from my kids and my husband even. Trash left on the counter, things left on the floor at home. But at work? You best be steppin baby cause the old lady is about to blow her stack.
You are at work you should work. There is plenty to be done and if you cannot find something to do go to the restroom and clean that cause it is lookin mighty rank. Oh and in case you missed the memo on your pay check wear your hat or a hair net. I don't want your hair in my food and neither does anyone else. I let it go the first time the next time I will ask you to put one or the other on your head or I will come back there and make my food myself and show my kids how a person is supposed to take pride in their work.

Ok enough ranting. That my friends is the description of a crap job as described by me. Now how to make your crap job less crappy.
1. Quit (if that is not an option as it isn't one for me either move to number 2)
2. Complain until you either get to quit or get fired. (that one isn't working for me either move to number 3)
3. Plan your take over. I work 2 days a week and have worked for 3 or 4 or 100 weeks now. It doesn't really matter. I have decided the only way to make it through this tragedy is to plan my slow but steady take over. By the time I have finished not only will they respect me and do what I tell them but they will fear me like they should. That place will run like a well oiled machine and I will have the satisfaction of knowing that even though I get paid in pennies I have made it a better place to work for all.
4. You don't want to take over you say? You don't long for hostile takeovers and have a need to reign terror over others? Hmm......Gosh....I guess you need to see number 1.