Last night a friend and I went to the Paradise Rock Club in Boston, MA to see the Manic Street Preachers play! AND! To only about 500 people! It was amazing! Many thanks to Jesse for the ticket!
<3
Mania!
Last night a friend and I went to the Paradise Rock Club in Boston, MA to see the Manic Street Preachers play! AND! To only about 500 people! It was amazing! Many thanks to Jesse for the ticket!
<3
My Job and how it relates to FACEBOOK (of all things)
I can't use names, obviously. BUT... I can tell you that it is a health care and rehabilitation facility in Andover Massachusetts. AND... it rhymes with "BINGATE". This is a public blog, but it is OWNED by me. Google(blogger) and I are the only ones with any kind of rights to it.
The following is my frustration at the sight of my "boss" and her facebook becoming private as opposed to SHUT DOWN... even though it was proven to a CORPORATE HR REP that she uses to slander and defile the names of her employees, specifically me...without using names... Doesn't matter. Shes too OLD to have it and it sickens me!
".... I don't believe this! Her profile is JUST private...why is the company allowing a woman near her 50s... who is supposed to be the picture of class and integrity keep a facebook....when its been proven that she uses it as a public vice to vent frustration at her employess (even if no specifiic names are mentioned)...if members of parliment and even most city officials can't have them...why is she allowed to keep it? Seriously. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TIME WHEN FACEBOOK WAS JUST FOR COLLEGE STUDENTS?!(Yes, I signed up when I was in my sophmore year)... I think that should be brought back immediately. I would vote for an age limit...seriously... and no, I WOULD NOT be upset when my age reached that limit! There comes a time when there is MORE to life than status updates about your ugly poodle or your caffiene addiction. I'm frustrated that my job is a poor exscuse for a decent one. I work so hard. I try to do my best. I treat every single person I come across with respect and dignity...and yet they hire this woman. AND more to the point, they don't care about their employees who don't hold degrees. Simple as that. If you work in housekeeping, the kitchen, laundry, transport or anything like that... you're damned. You won't get the respect you deserve or the pay off you earn. I'M DISGUSTED!"
Does anyone know what to do? Is THE LABOR BOARD the next step? Is a lawyer more appropriate?!
AmandaJ
Update: At this moment and time, there isn't a petition in the works. However, I feel the ultimate goal would be to create on and maybe facebook would take notice...
"Recently, it has become more apparent than ever that "the social networking site" known as facebook has become a world-wide phenomenon. Having said that, its equally apparent that many of the users are over the age of 40. Employers and employees alike having facebook accounts... and even using said accounts to slander each others names. Whose to blame at this point? Is it the people themselves or are they just venting frustration on a public forum scale? Or is it facebook for allowing the clash to even take place? They do this buy allowing a (for example) 50 year old boss fire his teen employee over facebook. Is this acceptable? No. It really isn't. The door is now open wide for even more harassment.
We propose that facebook impose an age limit (18-26)to all its new account holders. Having said that, since the site was originally meant for college students, it should be also forced upon creation that if you DO not have a college email to open the account with, you cannot receive one."
Current music: "Heal The World" -- Michael Jackson
Apparently his death has been classified as a homicide. I'm not sure I agree with that. At. All. But whatever. IF that's what his family wants, then sure. Ok. Try and feel better that way.
Ah. So. Today I wanted to wake up and go out and hit the pavement. I'm tired of my job. And I can't wait around to be fired. I know that's what they want. And I'm not sure that I have enough space, really. God, my boss must really hate me. She is the cruelest person, I think I have ever known.
I'll update later. I'm not int he mood, really. =\
Apparently his death has been classified as a homicide. I'm not sure I agree with that. At. All. But whatever. IF that's what his family wants, then sure. Ok. Try and feel better that way.
Ah. So. Today I wanted to wake up and go out and hit the pavement. I'm tired of my job. And I can't wait around to be fired. I know that's what they want. And I'm not sure that I have enough space, really. God, my boss must really hate me. She is the cruelest person, I think I have ever known.
I'll update later. I'm not int he mood, really. =\
"Exscuse me while I tend to how I feel"
I'm worried about my little brother. I'm not sure he's capable to dealing with the recent death in the family. In fact, I'm really worried that he doesn't want to.
Jim Lindberg leaves Pennywise
Official statement from the band: “After 19 years with Pennywise, Jim Lindberg has decided to step down as lead singer. Pennywise has long stood behind the motto that you should always follow your heart and pursue what makes you happy, and we wish Jim the best of luck in his new ventures, whatever they may be. Pennywise has become a way of life for a lot of people, and has definitely become a way of life for us. As the three remaining members of Pennywise we feel that we are not done delivering our message to our fans.
”The band has always been about moving forward in life no matter what obstacles stand in front of you. We will begin our search for a new singer immediately. We will continue to tour the world and we are looking forward to writing new music. We've had a lot of good times and survived the hard times thanks to the undying support of our fans. We're looking forward to what the future may bring.
Sincerely Fletcher, Randy, and Byron"
I'm truly saddened.
”The band has always been about moving forward in life no matter what obstacles stand in front of you. We will begin our search for a new singer immediately. We will continue to tour the world and we are looking forward to writing new music. We've had a lot of good times and survived the hard times thanks to the undying support of our fans. We're looking forward to what the future may bring.
Sincerely Fletcher, Randy, and Byron"
I'm truly saddened.
Stressors and a potential new career move!
So, I'm completely content with being dragged down every single day for who I am and what I believe. Does that sound strange? Perhaps, because it's sarcasm? Who knows. My job isn't the kindest of environments to work in. And, to be honest, its a mentally-damaging ride every morning. However, the hunt for a new job is on and has been on for months now. I just don't want to end up at a fast food place. I know, that there is honor in any job as long as it's done right and with the best of intentions, I just can't see myself at a McDonalds. Is that so wrong? I've been applying left and right and I finally may have caught a break. On Monday, I have an interview for a bakery position. And that is really cool because I love to bake. I love to decorate cakes. I feel like I need to really impress these people. So, I'm going all out. I'll even bend the truth if I have to. No, I really won't. I'll just hope and pray.
I haven't decided what my blog should be geared towards. How many people are interested in just reading about what happens in my daily life? Not many, by my reckoning. Who knows. Maybe I should showcase my rubber ducky collection. Maybe not.
Until next time, see you.
I've updated my blog a little with a new template. I can't make one on my own, so I had to borrow. All the credit is given, I believe. Not too shabby looking. And not too plain either. I need a banner. Hmm.
I haven't decided what my blog should be geared towards. How many people are interested in just reading about what happens in my daily life? Not many, by my reckoning. Who knows. Maybe I should showcase my rubber ducky collection. Maybe not.
Until next time, see you.
I've updated my blog a little with a new template. I can't make one on my own, so I had to borrow. All the credit is given, I believe. Not too shabby looking. And not too plain either. I need a banner. Hmm.
Everybody loves the Beeb.
So, I'm still awake. I've been pondering what to do while I wait for drowsiness to kick in. These are from the deepest parts of the "pictures" folder. Hope the hubby doesn't get mad that I posted them. Ha. =P
A perfect night to sleep. If I could, that is.
I'm sure the time will be visible at the end of this; when its published. However, to start off, its just coming up to 12:40 am. I'd like to say that normally, by this time, I'm fast asleep but that would be an epic lie. As of late, probably the last three or four weeks, I haven't been able to sleep until about 2 am then waking at about 6 am. Its strange but more frustrating than anything.
Potential reason to this (#1): Wayne. My husband Wayne is in England at the moment. Well, he's been there...forever. Aside from his 2 week trips to see me every 3 months or so and the two months this summer he spent here, that's where he lives. English, born and bred. While me, the not so patriotic American. That isn't to say that I'm ashamed to be born here, live here...its just that not too many of us have anything to be super proud of...if that makes sense. Anyways, due to the really delayed processing times for legal status for Wayne, hes had to go back at the end of each visit. Not due to deportation risks (although that was a fear at one time but since we've been married, its not so much of a risk anymore)but owing more to the fact that I can't support both of us. I'm sure I could if I didn't drive my car or buy any food but alas...I need my car to get to work and I need the food to allow me to work. A cruel world? Nah, just a case of genetics. I miss my husband more than any words (audible or otherwise) could express. On my days off from work, I don't know what to do with myself. Its like my complete self is only intact when he is near me. In fact, I feel someone who doesn't have a soul. Just drifting in and out of being. Or a drunk, in and out of sobriety. We have two options. One, he could hop on a plane and just come here. We would then apply to "adjust his status". He would potentially get a working permit shortly there after and we could be together. Everyday and I could fall asleep next to him every night. Option two, is he stays there and works all the time he can and saves every pence (inside jokes) and we can continue to wait. Sounds like a clear choice. However, option one is VERY expensive. More than I make in a months time and more than I could afford to spend at one time. You know, its funny what money does to people. It can make you selfish. Or in our case, the struggles it causes by not having it, makes us crazy. My uncle (and my god-father) won $500K on a scratch ticket about 4 months ago. I've not heard from him since. Except when he floats in and out of jail and calls my mother to bail him out. (TWICE with her own money which she took against her mortgage) Hes sad, useless and pathetic. He doesn't care for anyone but himself. And while I wish to no end that I had that kind of money, I don't want to be like him. And i'd never ask him for any of it either. It'd sanity-money. I'd loose my sanity the moment it was spent.
Reason #2: My job. My job is stressful. And thats an understatement. It really causes me to ponder the reason I want to live. I suppose that sounds silly but when I come home from a very long day of being torn down and treated like crap and Wayne isn't around to talk to me then and now, I got to wonder why I put myself through it. No worries. That thought leaves me very quickly when I see something of Wayne's. (Usually his clothes do it for me. I look at them and remember him wearing them and it makes it like hes here. Almost.)
I'm not sure if I want to continue this blog. I have trouble with the upkeep sometimes. No promises. But I feel the urge to sleep. And thats a good thing. Goodnight.
Potential reason to this (#1): Wayne. My husband Wayne is in England at the moment. Well, he's been there...forever. Aside from his 2 week trips to see me every 3 months or so and the two months this summer he spent here, that's where he lives. English, born and bred. While me, the not so patriotic American. That isn't to say that I'm ashamed to be born here, live here...its just that not too many of us have anything to be super proud of...if that makes sense. Anyways, due to the really delayed processing times for legal status for Wayne, hes had to go back at the end of each visit. Not due to deportation risks (although that was a fear at one time but since we've been married, its not so much of a risk anymore)but owing more to the fact that I can't support both of us. I'm sure I could if I didn't drive my car or buy any food but alas...I need my car to get to work and I need the food to allow me to work. A cruel world? Nah, just a case of genetics. I miss my husband more than any words (audible or otherwise) could express. On my days off from work, I don't know what to do with myself. Its like my complete self is only intact when he is near me. In fact, I feel someone who doesn't have a soul. Just drifting in and out of being. Or a drunk, in and out of sobriety. We have two options. One, he could hop on a plane and just come here. We would then apply to "adjust his status". He would potentially get a working permit shortly there after and we could be together. Everyday and I could fall asleep next to him every night. Option two, is he stays there and works all the time he can and saves every pence (inside jokes) and we can continue to wait. Sounds like a clear choice. However, option one is VERY expensive. More than I make in a months time and more than I could afford to spend at one time. You know, its funny what money does to people. It can make you selfish. Or in our case, the struggles it causes by not having it, makes us crazy. My uncle (and my god-father) won $500K on a scratch ticket about 4 months ago. I've not heard from him since. Except when he floats in and out of jail and calls my mother to bail him out. (TWICE with her own money which she took against her mortgage) Hes sad, useless and pathetic. He doesn't care for anyone but himself. And while I wish to no end that I had that kind of money, I don't want to be like him. And i'd never ask him for any of it either. It'd sanity-money. I'd loose my sanity the moment it was spent.
Reason #2: My job. My job is stressful. And thats an understatement. It really causes me to ponder the reason I want to live. I suppose that sounds silly but when I come home from a very long day of being torn down and treated like crap and Wayne isn't around to talk to me then and now, I got to wonder why I put myself through it. No worries. That thought leaves me very quickly when I see something of Wayne's. (Usually his clothes do it for me. I look at them and remember him wearing them and it makes it like hes here. Almost.)
I'm not sure if I want to continue this blog. I have trouble with the upkeep sometimes. No promises. But I feel the urge to sleep. And thats a good thing. Goodnight.
