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  • In an effort to avoid trashing the company on fb and appearing unprofessional, I'll rage here, where I'm comparatively anonymous.
    I made mistakes on the laser software while I was learning it. I admit that. I also admit that some of my stuff was not the perfection they desired, because I was still learning it. You cannot send someone to a 2.5 day class and expect them to know the entire software perfectly, as well as how their predecessor did it, within 2 weeks. I was new to the fucking industry, they knew that. I had no clue on any of this shit. They knew that. I didn't have the 70 years combined experience of the 2 people I replaced. So, yes, I made mistakes. I'm also not a fucking mind reader. I don't know what scrap we have until they run it back to me saying we have scrap. I don't know we're out of a certain width material unless I'm told. I can't know that the laser is down unless I'm told. Yet, it's my fucking fault that communication broke down and I didn't know all this shit from the beginning. It's my fucking fault that the program doesn't have certain thicknesses to program for. I can't know how to program without practice, dipshits. But within 2 weeks after a 2.5 day training class, I'm expected to know the industry, the system, the software, and this company. 2 weeks after that is when you told me these expectations and how I had miserably failed them. You told me to fix it, when there weren't any laser jobs coming in. Apparently, you neglected to tell me in the paperwork that I only get one verbal warning before I'm fired. I miss a client shipment because I was not told the laser was down. I fix it and suddenly, I'm fired. Fuck you. Find someone even half as good as I was on your special ancient laser, with that finicky client, or with AutoCAD that'll work for the peanuts you paid me. I was doing 3 jobs for the pay of one and a half, you got a pretty goddammed good deal on me. Good fucking luck replacing me. You won't be able to do it with one person. And they won't be as good as I became (if you had looked at my latest work, instead of constantly pulling up old jobs, you'd know that.) I'm glad you wasted the money on me. I hope your shitty little company goes under, because you undercharge (oh wait, I was the one that helped make you aware of that), you demand too fucking much, and you pay worse than all your competitors. Good fucking luck. Be glad I left the $7000 dongle, dumbass. It was only fear of a lawsuit that kept me from walking out with it in my purse. I hope Boss succumbs to a failed kidney and I hope Owner keeps running the business like the redneck moron he is. Good luck, fuckheads, you'll need it.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • WRT to new jobs and faith (sorry to yoke two disparate topics), Mrs. F's oft-repeated things happen for a reason seems to apply. At least in my experience, every change in job was some piece of a larger puzzle.

      Here's hoping this is a propitious coincidence...

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      • Wow, sounds like bad management at the last place. I've dealt with a few fuckhead bosses in my time as well. One was a fuckhead racist (e.g.: Martin Luther Coon day). He always had a favorite pen that dangled from his mouth like a lazy cigarette. Without getting into the details of it... he wound up eating shit. Some people deserve bad things.

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        • Sorry to hear they fired you. Hopefully the interview on Friday holds some water for you.
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          • Sorry NK. I hope you are on to bigger, better and less stressful things.
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            • Originally posted by Finnegans Wake View Post
              WRT to new jobs and faith (sorry to yoke two disparate topics), Mrs. F's oft-repeated things happen for a reason seems to apply. At least in my experience, every change in job was some piece of a larger puzzle.

              Here's hoping this is a propitious coincidence...
              My mom's favorite is "things will always turn out for the better - if you let them". So far, I haven't had that contradicted in my own life.

              Sorry for the firing, and may a much better position be on its way sooner rather than later.
              I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC

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              • I'm back on the religion thing. I almost walked to a nearby church with lovely stained glass, but realized I'd feel foreign there. If my grandparent's church weren't 6 hours away, I'd've gone there. Instead I went in the backyard and talked aloud (prayed?) while petting the puppy. I feel forgotten. If you've ever read Jacob Have I Loved, I feel like the cleaned baby placed by the oven in a basket, that never caused a moment's worry. I feel like I've neglected to learn a lesson, over and over and over, but I can't figure out the lesson. I keep getting nightmares of completely forgetting I had a class until it showed up on my finals list, or starting to swim and forgetting to use my legs, so I don't go anywhere. It's not even that I refuse to learn the lesson, it's that some joker stole my textbook, so I can't even look up what it's supposed to be.
                Everywhere I turn, the word or actions of faith pop up. If that's my lesson, it's gonna be a hard one. I don't handle faith well. I lost my faith in much of anything when God let me almost commit suicide and when my mother wanted to abandon us so bad she would run away or try to commit suicide or both. I lost faith when the two things that were supposed to be rock steady in my world turned on me. I lost more faith when years of prayer and magicka only got me bupkis and worse. I have asked the gods to help my father with his alcoholism for years. It only happened when I gave up. I have asked them to help my mother for years. It only happened when I gave up on her and did the equivalent of "fuck it, you're on your own." Every time in my teenage years I would ask for a sign of the man I was to be with, I'd get an infuriating image of a man with dark hair, standing with his back to me in a calf length leather trench coat. Around the time I gave up on men, I found Geek again. I have asked time and again to keep a job or get one I can love and keep. Hasn't happened yet. I have asked for joy and happiness to replace the depression and quick fuse anger. After I gave up on the gods, it took modern medicine to do it where they wouldn't.
                It's like in place of faith, I was given my gifts. They actually pretty much appeared and disappeared at the same time, during puberty.
                It's hard to have faith when things only go your way after you've completely given up on whatever it is. Geek seems to think that constantly thinking on something is a guarantee it won't happen. I'm starting to see his way of thinking on that. Maybe I need to give up on more things.
                Maybe it's not that I actually give up on it. Maybe it's that I leave it in the hands of the 'Verse without acknowledging it as such. Maybe it's that I quit fucknig around trying to force it and let the 'Verse do as it will to make shit happen.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • I've heard "things happen for a reason" and "God only closes a door because he's opening a new one" my whole life. I do pretty much believe it. I simultaneously believe that and the one in my sig (really hard to explain.) I knew going into this previous employer that it would be temporary, whether or not I admitted it. I realized that was not my path immediately after stepping in there, but I needed the money.
                  But things do happen for a reason, and the 'Verse works best without obstacles, like me being boneheaded.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Oh, man, that's rough. Up, and then crashing down. Thinking of you. Glad you have some safe places to let it all out.

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                    • Brunch was 2 eggs fried in coconut oil, 3 slices bacon, and 1 potato worth of hash browns fried in bacon grease and coconut oil.
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • As the pastor at our church has said several times, pray on it and let it go to God. Meaning, pray and forget about it. God knows your fears, ambitions, everything before you even mouth it. You just have to say it. God will answer your prayers when He thinks you are ready, not when you think you are ready. Faith is believing in the unknown, that's why to believe in God or any other higher power you have to have faith. Believe me, I was scared to death when I decided I wanted to believe in something. To believe in something you can't see, taste, touch, smell and hear is definitely nuts when you look at it from a scientific stand point, but I had to dive in off the deep end. Sometimes when we are at our lowest point is when God answers our prayers.
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                        • I think the heart of this is figuring out whether I believe the deity(ies) actually hold sway in my life. It's a question I've ignored since leaving my play with Wicca. How much do they mess with the events in my life? Are they hands off, watching me like a tv? Are they free range parents (hurt like hell, didn't it? what have we learned?) Are they helicopter parents, hovering and watching and having their hands all over everything? I like the parent idea, that rings true. I'm just not sure if they-re neglectful or helicopter, or that perfect balance for the wayward, bullheaded spawn.
                          The more I meditate on it, the more I see them as free range parents, the originators of unschooling. They let me run headlong, learning and doing and experimenting, but yanking me back to safety if I'm about to dive off a cliff of death instead of a staircase. They help, invisibly, when I'm not yelling and hollering "let me do it, I can do it!" Maybe most of my requests have been akin to the child asking for a candy bar at the checkout. Begging, pleading, occasionally throwing a fit, for something that I either shouldn't have at all or need to wait until a better time to have. I also know that if I try and give them complete control over my life, they just smile and say "nice try, get back to what you were doing."
                          I guess it's time to acknowledge, fully, the pantheon I have believed in since straying from Wicca.
                          There is the Mother, Mother Earth and Moon. She keeps you going when things fail. She will always listen, but will ignore a temper tantrum. She's always there for a hug, even when the rest of the world has turned it's back on me. She has never abandoned me; she has never used emotions as a weapon. She will calm you and ground you, but only after you have let loose your rage.
                          There is the Father, Father Time. He will pick you up and set your wounds healing. He will hold the bike steady when you learn something new. He will protect you, but indulge when you day you can do it yourself. He is a great teacher, and a great warrior. He is aloof and distant, yet there the instant you need him and can say as much. He hears the rage and fury and grief and wildfires of emotion, and cures it as only he can.
                          Then there are the Godparents, the advisers for the Mother and Father. They are the old spirits of the old ways.
                          Water, son of the south, is about patience, continuance, and never giving up. The Grand Canyon was not carved in a day and the Gulf will one day swallow Galveston for good. He counsels love and patience, but knows a storm is occasionally required. He can be a furious hurricane or a gentle babbling brook, and counsels the ability to shape to your situation and eventually wear it to your will.
                          Earth, daughter of the west, is steadfastness, eventuality, and growth. She is solid and wide, a connecting force between most everything. She counsels to wait and see, rather than constantly dashing yourself against the mountains. She is steadfast, constant, and thoroughly loyal. She also advocates the wild upheaval to release stress, but as a once and done thing, not a constant action.
                          Air is Earth's counterpart, the brother of the north. He is change, growth, and extreme actions. Air can be as calm as a gentle western breeze or the fury of a tornado. He relentlessly presses for change and the new and different. He is unstoppable, and advocates constant movement and thought, taking in the environment and adjusting your plans and thought to accommodate reality. He brings tidings, both good and bad, and will help you whip yourself into a rage or take that rage and channel it away from you on the wind, as you let him.
                          Fire is the counterpart of water, the sister of the east. She is hungry, always hungry. She will shed light on any situation, if only to watch it burn in her hands. She can be cleansing rage and depression, clearing a choked forest, or a furious housefire, leaving nothing but pain where it once stood. She counsels movement, always gathering more food for the possible flame, and embracing wildfire emotions as they come and go just as quickly.
                          To listen to any one of the Godparents alone invites trouble. You must gather counsel from each and determine a true course of action, consulting the Mother and Father when necessary.
                          As to my own faith and my own issues, it is obvious I have not been heeding the warnings of the Parents and been listening too closely to only one or two Godparents. I have acted the wayward toddler, refusing help on pouring the milk and spilling it in the process, time and again. I can see the Mother over my shoulder sitting on her haunches, waiting for me to acknowledge that maybe the jug is too heavy. Hmmm...
                          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                          • Geek's been sick with the flu all weekend. I appear to be in the clear on it, but I'm still trying to take care of him. I ate well enough Saturday. Friday, I didn't care about food, as I was still rage and fury, so I made myself eat some Little Caesar's. Sunday, I was more concerned about him retaining any food he ate, so I got some Arby's with bun and some french fries for me while picking up the only food he thought was appetizing and some ginger ale and ginger snaps. So, I ate like shit this weekend. It was bad enough we didn't even go over to the in-laws yesterday.
                            I found my peace again, after the previous post and some meditation in the tub. I also found hope and cautious (not rash) optimism. I'm a bit more clear headed now, as well, even with eating shitty food this weekend. This also coincided with watching a TEDtalk on body language and how faking a powerful stance can actually improve your mood, cortisol, and hormone levels, as well as making you feel more alpha, whereas adopting a weak stance will only exaggerate feelings of anxiety and discomfort, as well as driving up cortisol.
                            I've been implementing things discussed in the speech, and have noted what she talks about. I'm not sure if it's coming to grips with my faith or faking a more dominant pose, but I definitely feel better.
                            I'm halfway done with a baby blanket I'm making for an acquaintance. Given that this is the only thing not a scarf (granted my scarves tend to be fairly intricate) I've made since summer '08, I'm rather proud of it. I'm aiming to get it done in the next couple days, because her shower's on Saturday and I need to wash it and package it. I'm trying to think of a cutesy packing I could do that would be useful, as opposed to just a bag with tissue papers. I need to dive into my fabric bins, I might be able to whip up a tote with what I have. Or I may just reuse some of the packaging we have.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Today's blog post is a rather hairy topic.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • Geez, trying to keep my own life from catapulting out of control and, man, do I get behind.

                                NaiadKnight, I am so glad they fired you -- because, man, you would have quit in a matter of days anyway, giving them a what for that only you can do so well. I mean, here's this lovely lady, with an intellectual, truck driver speaking capability, and they just simply would have never recovered if you'd given them what for. Although, if you'd had to do it, which you soon would have, I would have loved to have seen it. It wasn't even worth the paltry salary you were getting. You were miserable and they absolutely no frigging way appreciated you. I mean, I had fired them from somewhere about your Day 1 on the job.

                                Something better is out there, and no job is worth selling your soul -- so to speak. I know money is important, but you can't be miserable at your job. It's most of your waking life. I just would love to see you get something that would stimulate you and let you be your best.

                                They failed you totally. They suck.

                                I think, IMHO, that you have faith and belief. Just making it through what you have made it through shows that ever so clearly. For some reason, I'm thinking you might enjoy reading C. S. Lewis' THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS. It's about the uncle devil giving instructions to the nephew devil on prostelizing people to their side. It's well-done and well-written. Just thinking.

                                Might be worth getting up early Sunday -- really early -- and driving with Geek to your grandparent's church. Sounds like an adventure I could go for.

                                Thoughts with you on all fronts. Some peaceful times for you and Geek would be good. What are the job opportunities like where your grandparents' church is? Yeah, I know, you can't both be without jobs.

                                You are one tough lady.

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