I found this photo above five years ago. Seems more fitting for me now than five years ago.
The thing is there is a homelessness problem near my job. Homeless camps, drug users, people have been photographed shooting up and having sex on sidewalks, people have had tents and camps on sidewalks in front of my building.
So it isn’t great. And it makes me uncomfortable enough I did buy pepper spray to carry with me when I walked to my bus. And I would be a liar if I didn’t say I wish this crowd was somewhere else.
I might be overthinking this whole thing. But to give you some background, I’ve gotten very strict about being gluten-free and unless I can assess the ingredients to a food item, I’m trying to be better about declining this. Not so easy at a job that has an onslaught of treats and birthdays coming in. Also, add to this, I’m trying to stay away from artificial dyes too.
Fun times right?
So on my way to get fruit, I noticed the front desk person talking about a delivery for my department. Someone said, yup! This goes to this department. Being nice, I said, “Hey, I can take it!” So I did…
Today I was worrying about my worrying. I feel like I worry WAY too much and I’m not entirely sure it’s all that good for me anymore. But then I came upon this article with PureWow that talked about how worrying can actually be good for you – or at least be a sign that you are a smart person. Something like that. Anyways, you can read about it here.
I don’t know how true this is entirely, but I’m feeling pretty good about it. So as I worry about things related to my job, or my finances, or the future, or family stuff, I’ll feel good in knowing that I’m making myself smarter in the process. Who needs to do crossword puzzles when you can worry your way to a higher IQ?
Take a public bus for a while and it gives you a unique vantage point of people driving in cars. I’m curious and nosy by nature so I usually look into the car driving past (does that make me look like a creeper?) and twice this morning I saw two people texting as they drove.
I think all the laws and all the warnings of the dangers of texting while driving made people more cautious of cops around them.
Here’s my random thought of the day…why do lunch issues make you feel like a kid all over again? On my bus into work this morning, my lunch started to leak. My container of very healthy peas and potatoes covered in balsamic vinegar and seasoned salt started leaking which got onto my lunch bag which I was holding. Now I smell like dinner.
Things like this take me back to the days of lunch tables and desperately not wanting to be the kid with the smelly tuna or sticky jelly that got everywhere.
So it’s been a while since I’ve posted. How have you all been? It’s been a long time since I’ve had much activity on this blog, and to be honest, I thought maybe for a while it would grow to be a place where people can talk about their work woes and their unemployment stories. This is definitely the reason I started this blog.
But why continue it? I have a feeling I’ve lost the handful of dedicated readers I did use to have – I don’t take it personally though.
Commute times and local traffic patterns can play a big role in the stress levels experienced by truckers, especially since it seems like there are more drivers on the road in general. There are several factors that contribute to how much traffic is on the road. Do you live in a city or a rural area? Do you travel on highways or take local roads? Are there major trucking lanes that pass through or near your starting and ending points?
All of these factors can contribute to the amount of traffic truck drivers face day-in and day-out as they make their short-distance and long-distance deliveries at their trucking jobs.
It’s been a long time since I posted here, hasn’t it? Not much has changed. I’m still at the job that I started a few years ago and I’m sort of in the waiting game on when to make the next move. I’m also unsure of what that will be.
To give you some background, it is in regards to a woman I worked with only once. It was my turn to prepare for these Friday meetings (a temporary job duty that rotated every few months). She stepped in when it was my turn (after I had done it several times) and gave me a list of things that I needed to improve on (delivery is everything and she did it in an underhanded way that was very mean). It turned my liking of her very sour and when I see her I don’t smile and neither does she back at me. We coexist without conflict mostly because we only had to work with each other on a temporary thing.
To paraphrase Tolstoy, “All employed people are alike; each unemployed person is unemployed in its own way.” To expand on this rather clumsy piece of paraphrasing, employed people of all nations and cultures are the same – happy to be working and getting paid for their work. However, unemployed people differ greatly from one part of the world to another. Or at least that is what I found out during my years in the trade show industry.
But, I wander. I hate it when people do that and expect their readers (or listeners) to understand what they are talking about without any useful info.