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the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
"Sure, I'll be happy to talk to you about that when I'm not on lunch."
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
Edit -
Kamus worked at a place that didn't give him -any- breaks or lunches, but it was a garage environment with like 12 employees. Conversely, my supervisor was super concerned that I was caught on a long call and almost hit my fifth hour without taking my lunch at the call center I work at for a major company. When I worked for Home Depot, you could get written up for not taking lunch on time, especially if you went past the fifth hour.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
I rage at my 30 minute lunch that makes it impossible for me to -leave- and eat anything. Whenever I fail to bring lunch, I end up eating my dinner (my 'lunch' is at 5 pm) in like 4 minutes.
Also that it is almost the end of the month and the roomie who -moved into a new apartment- at the beginning of the month still has a room full of junk, stopping me from moving someone else in there, and his freaking motorcycle in my living room and is refusing my help to get stuff out because I might 'mess with his stuff'. The stuff that is still IN my house, in a room with a door that has no lock.
@Nola- He paid for the month, but he's not really moving -at all- to get this stuff out by the end of it. If it's still there on the 1st, he's either paying me for another month or it's going on the curb. He's already threatened me once, I'm not in the mood to be generous.
I've been unemployed for a loooong time, due to social anxiety and depression. A year ago, I got work practice through a project that, quite frankly, wasn't all that great for almost a year, but two months ago, I was transfered to another part of the project where I got to make chocolate pralines. I love it there.
The people are great for many reasons. They know how to handle me with my issues, because they all have a similar background. They understand me and know how to get me going if I seem quiet. I laugh, joke around and talk, but they don't look down at me if I'm ever upset.
I also get to work with my hands and be creative. I've been there two months and now, I can temper chocolate, make the shells for the pralines, make the ganache for filling, make the lid, make fudge and make truffles. Last week, I was shown how to work the cash register (even though I haven't had to deal with costumers yet). I take care of the dishes when I have a moment to spare so it won't pile up. I do it all.
Next friday, my period will run out, so the project leader talked to my administrator at the unemployment office to see if I could be transfered from having a work practice through the project to have it through the actual business instead. The answer was a very clear NO. So despite being in an environment that helps me grow, that makes me feel good and useful, that I love going to, they want to pull me out and probably stick me in some other crap, where I won't have the same support system, I will have to make new contacts (which I'm not comfortable with at all) and start all over again.
We do have a plan, in case pleading won't work, but I am terrified that the plan won't work. If I can't stay in this place, I know I will have to contact a therapist again, cause I -can't- handle being pushed around to new places anymore. It's all that has ever happened to me. I want to stay where I am, show what I can do, get better and hopefully get a job, cause you can actually be hired there! It's not like the other places I've been at, where I have work practice, but I can't get a job, cause I don't have the education for it. I could actually get a job here.
With several holidays and a move coming up, I only have another three days to work there and it's breaking my heart. It was bittersweet hearing the people I work with say how much they love having me there, that they hope and pray that I will be allowed to stay, that they have my back if needed, if the administrator would just take the time to talk to them. I just hate having everything fall apart like this, when I finally found where I belong. This is what I want to do. This is where I need to be to be happy and learn to be -me-, not just a fake mask that I usually have on.
Sorry, for the rambling, but I really just needed to get this out of my system.
She thankfully FINALLY got health insurance this year thanks to the ACA, but the complications emerging from her having several serious chronic conditions that emerged from -not- having health insurance for several years is rearing up. She's a musician, she works, but musicians don't get benefits. They don't get retirement. They don't get squat. She's also a bead artist and part of what's failing is her vision. She now has three chronic vision-impacting conditions on top o f the other ones that are very slowly making her blind.
My mom is tremendously independent, she would not take well having to rely on anyone else for anything. I hate watching this.
Another night of a last-minute bug taking out Serenity's distribution system going online. SHAKING ALL THE FISTS.
Should be tomorrow, @People.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine