I’ve been struggling. I haven’t quite been meeting my goals this month. It started out okay. Independence Day weekend was wonderful- we spent it with my in-laws. Got to see their new houses, and SIL is getting nice and big. She’s due at the end of September. I <3 babies.
Then, I had a really annoying week at work, which was lengthened when I agreed to work an extra 8 hour day that wound up being 12. The next day, I found out about Vinnie. This past week, I was kind of on autopilot. Yesterday was the memorial service. I cried, of course. I wasn’t sure if I would, and I was fine until I walked into the chapel. But, it was a very nice service and I reconnected with some old friends.
Food-wise, my eating hasn’t been so great. I’ve been getting some fruits and veggies every day, but not always the full 5 servings. And I’ve eaten more processed junk than I care to admit. Not as much as before, but still. Exercise… is still a struggle. I haven’t been getting my daily activity like I said I would. Maybe 2-3 times a week max. There’s no real reason for that except I’m lazy.
I’ve been giving some thought to where I was at this time last year. Next week will be one year since I up and quit my job for a lower-paying one. It wasn’t my intention to write much about the past here, since I only want to look at the future, but losing a young friend got me examining myself. Since it’s my blog… here goes.
WARNING: Venting and self-examination ahead. Read at your own risk.
I’ve been doing security since January, 2007. This was never going to be a lifelong career, but it’s an easy job and steady paycheck. I started out at a Washington Mutual card service call center. I liked it a lot. The employees were nice, and I enjoyed the people I worked with. I was there for over two years, until Chase closed it in March, 2009. My company then transferred me to a certain gated community. I’d never worked in that kind of environment before, but I could honestly say I was a little excited for the change. It turned out to be the worst job I’d EVER had.
I worked the East Gate. I controlled access, and that. was. it. I stood at a computer, and I opened a gate. The job functions themselves were fairly simple, and I caught on quickly. What made it hard was the people I came in contact with every day. Don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of kind, happy-to-see-me people. Sadly, there was a large enough handful of the other kind to make me dread going to work every day.
This is where I learned that Money+Big House+Little Car doesn’t always =Happy. These were some of the meanest, nastiest, most miserable people I’d ever met. They saw me as an obstacle, and didn’t care that my job was not to give them what they want- most days, I felt like I needed the words I Have No Control Over That tattooed on my forehead. My favorite part was when they’d threaten to report me to the HOA- oh, I loved it. I always wanted to dish it back out, and tell them to go ahead and try to have me fired. They’d just be reporting me for doing my job.
Oh, and NEWSFLASH: I don’t give a shit about the astronomical fees you pay every month. I make diddly squat and come home to a 600 square foot apartment. No one is forcing you to live in a place like this- you bought the million dollar house. Don’t you dare complain to me about it and expect me to have any sympathy for you.
Wow, it felt good to get that out.
But, because I really did need the job, I kept my mouth shut. I simply apologized for the inconvenience, smiled and sent them on their merry (or bitchy) way. The only person I had to talk to about any of this was my husband. That was bad. It was bad for me, bad for him, bad for our marriage.
My supervisor would stop by and tell me what a great job I was doing, how the residents were so glad I was there, how I was “a breath of fresh air” with my constantly sunny demeanor. The HOA president even made a special trip to the office just to praise me. The problem was that hardly any of this was said to my face. It was nice to hear that people felt that way, but when 99.9% of the people who came through my gate acted like jerks, the 0.1% who actually appreciated me just didn’t make up for it. I could have brought my concerns to my supervisor, but really, what could she do about it? I knew she couldn’t control the actions of hundreds of adults. They won’t change.
Finally, I decided I was sick of being treated like the dumb ass rent-a-cop and began searching for greener pastures, filled with people who might actually treat me like a human being. My company didn’t have anything for me at the time, so I was forced to look elsewhere. I did find a little something, and quit security the next day. I finished out the weekend, and I never went back to that site.
Stuff happened, and I am now back in security. I really like my new job, and I feel like I, too, am liked. I enjoy my co-workers, the client employees are so much nicer. I can see myself staying there for a long time. Or, at least until I’m done with school.
Now that things are looking up, I am asking myself: why can’t I let that other place go? Why can’t I forget about those people, the way I’m sure they’ve long forgotten me? Thinking about it still upsets me, and I just want to forget it ever happened. I realize this is a colossal waste of precious energy.
I understand now that I need to forgive them. You know, of all the people who were rotten to me, only one ever came back and apologized? I forgave him instantly, because I was so touched that he took the time to say he was sorry, and from then on, he was always smiling when he came through my gate.
I understand that by never going back, I am not giving the others a chance, so it’s something I have to come to terms with on my own. I have to forgive them, and channel that same energy into making positives in my life. I will put energy into making my apartment look like a real home. I will commit to a real exercise plan, and stay committed. I will fuel my body with healthy, nourishing foods because I am worth it. I will help my husband, help himself.
Lastly, I will go back to school for the last time. I will keep at it until I get my degree. I paid my fees, so there’s no going back. I am taking it easy this semester, mostly focusing on a 5 credit math class. My other unit is a Bootcamp class. I’m excited to only pay $26 to workout with a trainer, twice a week, for 4 months.
Whew! If you’ve read this far, kudos to you. Thanks for listening. It’s getting late, I should go to sleep now.
Until next time!
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