Fucking Work

so, story is that I'm having some anger right now. Here's why: I was in my last little bit of my shift today at work, and was super excited to get off. My coworker, who is closing the store tonight decided to go for break exactly a half an hour before I left. Our breaks are half an hour long, and I figured that he'd be back on time seeing as he knew that I would be off as soon as he got back. 5:30 rolled around and no sign of him. I took a deep breath and delt with a few more customers. Ten minuites later, he rolled in the door. As he came into my department, I was taking my apron off to leave. I looked at him, and said something along the lines of "You're late. Please don't be late"
I was tired, my feet hurt, and the customers were pissing me off. He looked me straight in the face and went "I'm not late. I left at ten after. Sorry"
I could have delt with it if he had just said "shit, I lost track of the time, I'm sorry" but no, he had to lie to me. And not just that, but he lied to me in a way that made me feel like I was the bad guy here, which I tell you, makes me want to punch a wall, or something to that effect.

So here's my question: why is it that everytime I've been angery about something, some man comes along and finds a way to make me feel as though its my fault? When did this start being ok?

Pass On Some Love

So, story is that this is going to be another work related thing. Today a lady came into the bakery and poked about, ordered, and we got into a small conversation. The weather etc, etc, at the end of the conversation, I told her that her hair was fantastic. And Goddamnit it was! BIG BIG BIG curles all over her head, popping out from under her headband.(her hair was like the picture, but instead of a serenly smiling white girl who looks like she's rolling her eyes, imagine a sassy african american lady with dark pink lipstick and a headband. She looked amazing)
She also looked like I’d handed her the world on a silver plate her smile was that big.
Moral of the story is that though it may not feel like it, the words that we say to others make a difference, and could impact someone’s day either negatively or in a wonderful way.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had this thought, but it does occasionally reoccur, and each and every time I’m amazed anew at the difference everyday things make in my day. I smiled all day long, because of the way that this lady smiled at the compliment that I gave her.
Pretty awesome hey? Now, here's a challenge for you: see if YOU can pass on some love today, just giving the smallest compliment, can make a persons day. We've all had people do it for us, let's pass it on :D

Peace,
Lia

Lumberjack'n it

Well, well, well, today, a bright new day, full of possibility, full of potential for new adventures, joys and friendships.

I call bullshit.

I started my day at 3 am, when I woke in an unexplained blind panic, only to realize, that because of the howling winds outside, my power had gone out. My alarm clock, serving to wake me up an hour and a half from then, for the opening shift at work, plugs into the wall, leaving me alarm-clock-less. Scrambling around my room, for my christmas-stocking'd battery powered alarm clock in the dark, resulted in my stepping on two thumbtacks. Joy and happiness, right?
So, I find my other alarm clock, crawl back into bed, and pass out for that last blissful hour before I have to offically wake up for the day.
4:45 in the morning, and I'm woken for the second time by the ever increasing insistant beeping of my new red alarm clock. Time to get up for work.
I haul ass, pulling on my black pants, white button down, stuffing my tie in my bag, in a simple recognition that I am not yet awake enough to tie it properly. I creep upstairs, attempting stealth, so as to not wake my family too early. I eat something, and realize that I'm going to have to go coffee-less at least until I get to work, because the power STILL hasnt come back on.
Now, 5:30, and I'm leaving. I stumble blindly out to the car, without the usual friendly aide of our exterior lampost. In the car, I jet out, driving carefully, but with enough speed to get to work early enough for me to drink some coffee, and to fix my bloody tie. Five minutes into my drive, I realize that that was a ridiclous expectation.
Why, you ask, was it such a ridiclous hope? Well, let me tell you, that the road, because of the power-outing wind, was littered with branches, transforming into a winding carpet of green, camoflauging fallen trees.
About those trees. Hydro and Highways had come along earlier and chopped them up into 3 foot (or 1 metre.... I'm Canadian, but I prefer feet to metres, call me crazy) sections. They did not, however, think to remove those three foot sections from the road. This lack of foresight resulted in my stopping, getting out of my nice warm car, into the driving wind and rain, and lumberjacking those sections of log off of the road every few minutes.

Epic story to tell to tell over a shot or three with the pals? Yes.
Real-life, Early-morning bummer? Oh yes, most definitly.
Freaking Priceless? I'd like to think so...



Now, I'm back from work, having survived my 6:00-2:30 shift, a consultation for my very first tattoo, and my very first visit to Opt (my local sexual health clinic... getting the pill :), and am sitting in my room, with, HURRAY, finally, the power back on, 18 hours later, writing my first frusteration-born blog... all in all, a frusteratingly good day.

Peace and Love,

Lia