~Silvril

>.> Yah I know two new jobs in the same year? What kind of slacker am I?

So the Papa John's thing didn't work out. =/ WE were having massive bill issues (as in couldn't pay them all) and sat down to figure out where we could budget more. Turns out working at Papa John's was costing me more than I was bringing home, even with tips. t_t This was obviously not a good thing.

So I turned in my two weeks notice (yah yah, I got called back 'cause they were really hurting and it turned into more like a month's noticed, but still) and started job hunting. I'll skip the boring parts and get right to the dirt on Carquest.

I got hired as a delivery driver, but this time I drive a company car, they pay for gas and repairs. Right away I start earning paid sick days and paid vacation time. I get paid holidays. After 90 days I get medical, dental, 401k, and I get enrolled in the stock program. After a year I'm eligible to buy stock options. I think that's all right. I haven't even been working there a week, so I'm still learning what all happens when.

And, I work an eight hour day, that includes my hour lunch. 8am-4pm, no 8-5, sweet huh?

So what about school? Well I'm still going and planing on getting at least my massage thearapists certifications done. Because it's good to have an education and a back up plan.

<3 yay an hour for lunch!

I love college

So took my final exam for Risk Management tonight. We had an hour to do our own thing while the instructor figured up the grades and what not.

I passed the class with a 95.3% which nets me an achedemic excellence award, and I apprently also had the highest over all grade in the class. Ruffled some feathers, but that's acctually getting to be a game for me. To see how many people I can tick off by doing well without even trying to.

I are evil

the roller coaster continues

I like college, I mean really, really, really like college. I look forward too it more than I used to look forward to going home after work. I take my first text tonight which will make my first full week back in classes. I've already been called a goody two shoes, a suck up, and miss perfect. Saddly those are old familiar nicknames from when I was in high school, which still make no sense to me. I don't really talk to the instructors even in class and on break I usually hide in the library or in my car and do the anti-social thing.

Apprently paying attention and being able to answer questions is a bad thing? Why the crap are all these people paying $22k for an education if they're not interested in learning? I'm there to learn, and I'm going into a field where malpractice is a scary thing. But then I guess the previlent attitude of my class mates explains in part why health care in our country is so crappy.

It's amazing what happens when insurence companies force dissassociation from the patients while upping the cost and pay of the health care field. You get flooded with people who don't give a damn about other people, you don't care for or like their field of practice, they're just pretty much there for the pay check and it's obvious.

It makes me really glad I have my current doctor though. I wonder if he got called a suck up in school too?

Booyah baby!

Wheeeeeeeee! I have no idea how I'm gonna pay my bills or put gas in my car to get to college, but I don't exactly care right now.

I don't have to go in at 8:45 in the moring to open the doors and make coffee for pissy, parsimon face cashers ever again

Yah, my heart's doing that creepy cartoon pounding out of it's chest thing.

I don't know if it's because of nerves, my excitement about school, the fear of having $815 in medical bills that need paying with no job on the horizion, Matt and Ehlanna both needing glasses and not having the money to get them.... lot of factors could be contributing, but I just had what might possible be the worst nightmare of my life. Like woke me up two hours before my alarm went off and I was scared to go back to sleep bad.

It started out I was in my house studying and I get a call from my mother-in-law, someone needs help. So I go to Springfield, Missouri, a city I've been to maybe twice a year since I meet my husband seven years ago. I'm not terribly familiar with the town to say the least.

I get there, she gives me an address, I find it, it's a Papa John's. Only it's like a scary bad Papa John's with no heat racks, box tables... anything. Instead they make the boxes as orders are called in and once the pizza's are out of the oven they set the boxes up on top of a really old and rusty refridgerator. They tell me "Oh great, you're here, we really need an extra driver tonight." Ba-bum....

Then they give me an order ticket, and the order's on 11 minutes. I have no idea where anything is in Springfield and an order that has to be delivered a minute away from coming out of the oven. I start looking for a map. But this place, surprise surprise, doesn't have a wall map, it has a fold up map So I'm unfolding this map that doesn't seem to end trying to find the street "Scale". But then my order comes out and it's time to fly even though I have no idea where this street is.

I walk out to my car carrying the pizza box, no hot bags, and have to walk past an arcade and a merry-go-round to get to my car. There's car's all around my cars, I'm totally pinned in. Then I notice movement in the truck parked behind my car. There's a couple in the cab getting it on >.< I grit my teeth, go knock on the window and ask them if they can move their vehicle 'cause I have to make a delivery. They freak out and burn rubber. I feel like a heel, but hey, I have a delivery to make.

I get in my car and start driving on the road, there are no side streets, no intersections... just one road, which freaquently becomes one lane or worse, I'm driving over two pot holed ruts where a road should be. And there's car's trying to get past me the whole time. Then I get to a section where there's a broken crane sitting across the road, cars have been driving off the road around it which has pretty much turned that section into a muddy mire. An uphill muddy mire...

I engage my four-wheel drive, say a thank you prayer that I drive a durango, even though in real life I've been giving my husband hell about the gas milage ever since he bought the car, and go around. Then I hear shouting behind me. I look back and my kids are trying to get past the same section of road... on foot... with on coming traffic. I park my car so it blocks the road, get out and go haul my kids up the hill and get them in my car.

I look around as I'm getting back in my car and see my husband standing at the bottom of the hill off on the shoulder where it's still rather muddy. He's standing with his hands in his pockets looking up at me. I turn my back on him and get in the car. I have a delivery to make.

Then I'm outside of this really old, expensive looking house, pizza box in hand, and thankfully it's still hot. I ring the bell and an excentric looking old lady answers the door and invites me in while she gets her money together. I'm standing there in the foyer while she counts out quaters and pennies... and the total is $7.04... I'm thinking geez Lady you live here and you're counting out a dollar in pennies? It's better... she counts out seven dollars in change, hands it too me, I give her the pizza and she's like where's my change?

She gave me $7.00 in change, I watched her count it, she shorted me
$.04. So I stand there and explain to her that her pizza costs $7.04 and start counting the change she's handed me out... and it's not quarters and pennies any more, it's like candian nickles and arcade tokens....So here I am in this Lady's house, counting change with my kids running around oohing and aweing over all the antiques and other breakable things... counting out fake money... ok Candian nickles are money, but you can't really spend those here.

She starts yelling at me because her pizza has gotten cold while we were messing with the money. So I'm like, you know what lady, don't worry about it, I'll just cover it and dump all her change back into her hands. I yell at my kids that we're going, they run out the door ahead of me and I'm walking along behind them trying to figure out where I'm going to get $7.04 to cover this pizza. All I have in my pocket is medical bills, I don't even have a driver bank, it's more likely that I'm gonna wind up having to pay $27.04 out of my pocket, which I don't have.

The door behind me bursts open and the lady yells, "I'm keeping this until you bring me a hot pizza!" I turn around and she's got my scetch pad... ARGH! I run back to get it and then she says "You can take your cat though!" and throws Abigail at me. Abby hits the ground and is obviously having some kind of seisure again O.O I try to pick her up and comfort her but she starts growling and biting at me like a dog would...

And thankfully that's when I woke up in a cold sweat, two hours before my alarm was set to go off. I dearly hope it's just a nervous dream and not a forshadowing of how my last day at Papa John's is gonna be.