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Because I guess it's the time for it...
And so people know I'm still alive : )
Last January:
Started my job at Metal Products, exactly one year ago today, actually. I was just starting one of those 'self-discovery' phases. At least that's what my biography would say, if I ever had one. I was just starting to really figure out life. Having just gone through a nasty boyfriend, and continuing to spiral into depression, as well as failing more classes, I finally cut my life down to nothing.
Nothing is an important thing to have sometimes... it helps build up again from scratch. So I think I can pretty safely say that My Life really started exactly one year ago.
Feburary:
Got pretty high on life for a while. I actually met and managed to make friends with strangers. (80's nite and comedysportz, this means you!!). I've never done that before, just completely started from scratch socially. It was waaay out of my comfort zone, which was a good thing.
March:
Work was going well for me... sure it was a crappy packaging job, and I still had trouble calling in sick too much; but I was given responsibility and forced to train my ADD into submission. I also was hanging out with the guys at lunch - if I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to work with them later.
April:
Boredom set in, but I prevailed.
May-June:
I moved in with spike_girl, one of the best moves in my life. Living with someone outside of the school environment, a.k.a. the real world, is wonderful. And having neighbors I love and hang out with, it's just so ...... *wonderful*.
July:
So, by my birthday I had made myself a Real Life. A job I could deal with (though it was starting to get trying), and was paying my own way on everything *finally*. No more strings from my parents controling me, all my decisions on where to live and what to do were my own! People I loved and laughed with, and enough money to have fun with.
August:
HAPPY!!!
September:
Working with the crazy lady finally makes me snap, and I do something I should have done a while previous (hindsight, I know >.>). I ask to be transfered from crappy labeling job to working on the presses in production! One of the main reasons I hadn't done so before; it was all mechanic-like guys over there. There are about a million stereotypes about these kind of guys and that kind of workplace for women - they even make movies about it.
However, old job was awful, and I had to leave. I figured I could find a new job while they transfered me - at least I'd have a job in the interim, y'know? But it turned out to be another Wonderful Thing for me! The guys accepted me like a little sister immediately. All of them, including my boss guy, moved from mild amusement at my efforts to making me one of the team in no time.
October:
Work was great. I'm good at my job. I figured some great things out about working with these guys.
First, as with any coworker, respecting them. Yeah, they use chew, like country music, and swear up the wazoo. But that isn't going to change, so I live with it. In return, they started respecting me, and not making a big deal out of it. I could have gotten huffy about country music, but they'd only crank it louder, and make a big fight out of it every day.
Second, asking for help. I asked for help when I needed to know something. Admitted total ignorance, and payed close attention when one of the guys helped. Asked questions about everything. It'd be foolhardy to pretend I knew what I was doing - it's pretentious and will make sure no one will help later. Same with lifting things. I could be butch and insist I can do it; when it's just plain easier to have someone help with the lift or a push. Now, feminists have taught me to do the opposite, and would have been horrified. Admitting weakness or lack of knowledge is supposed to be really really bad for women. But ... in the end it made me good at running my press. And sometimes a guy asks me for help - with lifting things! Because (*gasp*) some things are just easier with two people, so just ask for help to begin with.
November:
Social life got left by the wayside a bit... I've rather thrown myself into my work. It's nice to love my job so much, and by november I had been upgraded to doing all my own die set-ups, something I'm really fond of. Of course, finding my calling is nice, but I shouldn't have let my friends slip by so much. Also got another distraction: I'm completely in love with one of the guys at work. He isn't one of the stereotypes at all though, he's a shy vegitarian, likes harry potter, studied art and programming, and is insanely fun to work with. Initial downside... technincally he supervises me (he is the die set-up guy). Buuuut, now that I'm doing my own set ups, he doesn't really supervise me anymore, and more of just teases me mercilessly.
December:
Made up with my family. It was great, we're getting along better than we have for years. Social life still kinda .... not. Work is great, I have a blast every day. Man whom I'm in love with: Has a girlfriend. Lives with girlfriend. Has second job with girlfriend. Does not talk about girlfriend *at all*. It took me months to find this out! I still love him. He's distracting and wonderful and cute and so goddamn /taken/. I have a small hope that he's not on good terms with his girlfriend, seeing as he doesn't like to talk about her at all.... but that's foolish. I feel like I'm in love with my best friend. At least I get to see him every day.
Yeah, that's my year. More on the jucy part; I'm in fricking love with someone I can't have! And I know I'm head over heels; I literally have never felt this way about someone. It's every cliche - he becomes the only one in the room. Like... fantasizing about a future with him bad. I've never done that with a guy before, too commitment phobic. Like looking forward to the next time he does his cute little smile bad. Like every stoopid teenage puppy love awful butterflies in the stomach thing I can think of bad.
At least he can't break my heart : ) And I do get to make him smile all the time.
I just need to get over him more so I can meet someone I can go out with - thats my biggest problem of all.
Anyway, I live, life goes on,
Happy New Year!
And so people know I'm still alive : )
Last January:
Started my job at Metal Products, exactly one year ago today, actually. I was just starting one of those 'self-discovery' phases. At least that's what my biography would say, if I ever had one. I was just starting to really figure out life. Having just gone through a nasty boyfriend, and continuing to spiral into depression, as well as failing more classes, I finally cut my life down to nothing.
Nothing is an important thing to have sometimes... it helps build up again from scratch. So I think I can pretty safely say that My Life really started exactly one year ago.
Feburary:
Got pretty high on life for a while. I actually met and managed to make friends with strangers. (80's nite and comedysportz, this means you!!). I've never done that before, just completely started from scratch socially. It was waaay out of my comfort zone, which was a good thing.
March:
Work was going well for me... sure it was a crappy packaging job, and I still had trouble calling in sick too much; but I was given responsibility and forced to train my ADD into submission. I also was hanging out with the guys at lunch - if I hadn't, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to work with them later.
April:
Boredom set in, but I prevailed.
May-June:
I moved in with spike_girl, one of the best moves in my life. Living with someone outside of the school environment, a.k.a. the real world, is wonderful. And having neighbors I love and hang out with, it's just so ...... *wonderful*.
July:
So, by my birthday I had made myself a Real Life. A job I could deal with (though it was starting to get trying), and was paying my own way on everything *finally*. No more strings from my parents controling me, all my decisions on where to live and what to do were my own! People I loved and laughed with, and enough money to have fun with.
August:
HAPPY!!!
September:
Working with the crazy lady finally makes me snap, and I do something I should have done a while previous (hindsight, I know >.>). I ask to be transfered from crappy labeling job to working on the presses in production! One of the main reasons I hadn't done so before; it was all mechanic-like guys over there. There are about a million stereotypes about these kind of guys and that kind of workplace for women - they even make movies about it.
However, old job was awful, and I had to leave. I figured I could find a new job while they transfered me - at least I'd have a job in the interim, y'know? But it turned out to be another Wonderful Thing for me! The guys accepted me like a little sister immediately. All of them, including my boss guy, moved from mild amusement at my efforts to making me one of the team in no time.
October:
Work was great. I'm good at my job. I figured some great things out about working with these guys.
First, as with any coworker, respecting them. Yeah, they use chew, like country music, and swear up the wazoo. But that isn't going to change, so I live with it. In return, they started respecting me, and not making a big deal out of it. I could have gotten huffy about country music, but they'd only crank it louder, and make a big fight out of it every day.
Second, asking for help. I asked for help when I needed to know something. Admitted total ignorance, and payed close attention when one of the guys helped. Asked questions about everything. It'd be foolhardy to pretend I knew what I was doing - it's pretentious and will make sure no one will help later. Same with lifting things. I could be butch and insist I can do it; when it's just plain easier to have someone help with the lift or a push. Now, feminists have taught me to do the opposite, and would have been horrified. Admitting weakness or lack of knowledge is supposed to be really really bad for women. But ... in the end it made me good at running my press. And sometimes a guy asks me for help - with lifting things! Because (*gasp*) some things are just easier with two people, so just ask for help to begin with.
November:
Social life got left by the wayside a bit... I've rather thrown myself into my work. It's nice to love my job so much, and by november I had been upgraded to doing all my own die set-ups, something I'm really fond of. Of course, finding my calling is nice, but I shouldn't have let my friends slip by so much. Also got another distraction: I'm completely in love with one of the guys at work. He isn't one of the stereotypes at all though, he's a shy vegitarian, likes harry potter, studied art and programming, and is insanely fun to work with. Initial downside... technincally he supervises me (he is the die set-up guy). Buuuut, now that I'm doing my own set ups, he doesn't really supervise me anymore, and more of just teases me mercilessly.
December:
Made up with my family. It was great, we're getting along better than we have for years. Social life still kinda .... not. Work is great, I have a blast every day. Man whom I'm in love with: Has a girlfriend. Lives with girlfriend. Has second job with girlfriend. Does not talk about girlfriend *at all*. It took me months to find this out! I still love him. He's distracting and wonderful and cute and so goddamn /taken/. I have a small hope that he's not on good terms with his girlfriend, seeing as he doesn't like to talk about her at all.... but that's foolish. I feel like I'm in love with my best friend. At least I get to see him every day.
Yeah, that's my year. More on the jucy part; I'm in fricking love with someone I can't have! And I know I'm head over heels; I literally have never felt this way about someone. It's every cliche - he becomes the only one in the room. Like... fantasizing about a future with him bad. I've never done that with a guy before, too commitment phobic. Like looking forward to the next time he does his cute little smile bad. Like every stoopid teenage puppy love awful butterflies in the stomach thing I can think of bad.
At least he can't break my heart : ) And I do get to make him smile all the time.
I just need to get over him more so I can meet someone I can go out with - thats my biggest problem of all.
Anyway, I live, life goes on,
Happy New Year!