Last venting post.

For my last blog, I’m going to vent.

I got fired from my job this week.

It came out of the blue and took me by surprise, I did nothing wrong.

My boss claims it is because I took a phone call at work and failed to call him at home to inform him.

What happened exactly:

Tuesday at work, I was getting ready to clock out when the phone rang, I answered and they asked for a manger, since I was the highest up there at the time I took the call. It was Sysco (our food supplier) and the lady asked me to count the boxes of bread in the freeze that was to expire in February, I counted 10 and reported it back to her. She said they would send 10 replacement boxes because the bread did not rise and we needed to toss what we had away when we got the replacement boxes.

So that was that. I wrote a note to my boss, so he got the message in the morning.

When I got to work on Thursday he fired me for not calling him and telling him, because he wasn’t about to toss the faulty boxes away. All I did was pass the message on from the Sysco lady. So I said fine, goodbye.

I feel it was unfair. Some people that I worked with messed up on a daily bases (LITTERLLY!) and never got fired. A few times when my exboss wanted to fire someone he went home slept on it then came back and only gave them a pay cut. But the FIRST time I mess up he fires me on the spot?! I was really pissed at first but now I think it’s a blessing in disguise.

 For one, I learned that my boss did not understand or see how much I put work and care I put into that place. Short list of things I did, that no one else did:

Bought band aids, pain meds, hand soap and lotion, kleexes, pens, staples, batteries, etc… (no re imbursement)

Countless trips to other JJ’s to get bread (not paid for gas)

Cleaned out my freezer and my moms freezers two times to store bread

Gifts to all employees for every holiday

Trained 6 new employees (assistant managers job, not mine)

Painted shop (not clocked in)

Computer, radio, phone work

Secondly I truly cared about the Jimmy John’s company. They used top quality food and fresh veggies.

I also cared about how our business profited. What I told other employees is if our business makes lots of money, then we will get paid more. So I actually made sure every customer had a good experience to come again.  I cared about my boss and his wife.

Over all I feel like I put my whole heart into that job and no one cared.

But now I can move on to a better job. One where I can hopefully make a difference and try my hardest to do my best and have a boss that appreciated everything I do. 

Florida

11/21

Right now I’m on my way to Florida to surprise my parents for thanksgiving. I am staying incognito from facebook so they cant see I’m on my way down. But like most road trips funny things happen that you just have to post. Here are a few I really wanted to post:

Jacob: (searching for a radio station) “its all country, where’s the rap.”

Me: “what do you expect we are in Kentucky the only wrap they know happens at Christmas.”

Semi’s passing each other remind me of that family guy episode when the old nazi is fighting the creepy old man.

Just filled up at $2.99!!!

Good bye jacket, hello flip flops.

Never taking a mustang on a road trip again.

SURPRISE mom and dad, I’m here! (Actual post)

11/24

When we arrived my mom and dad where SO happy and surprised to see me; it was totally worth the 20 hour drive in the back seat of a mustang.

Now I am actually on my last day here. We will be driving back this afternoon, I’m so sad. The first day or two we where here it was actually in the 60’s and windy, so very chilly but yesterday and today, however where normal Florida temps. I actually got a suntan.

Last night I got to stay at a hotel on the beach so this morning I was up at 6am to watch the sun rise over the ocean. I even saw a surfer! I walked along the beach and picked up sea shells.

I really enjoyed walking along the shore because the water doesn’t hit in just one spot. Sometimes it will fall way up on the beach other times it will stop at the shoreline. I didn’t know this so when I was walking right along what I thought was the end of the water it came up and soaked my shoes.

I’m going to miss Florida! Back to Michigan for this girl.

21 celebrations

After my bar shenanigans, I’m feeling really confident. I have a crazy schedule as far as friends’ 21 birthdays go, I have 5 friends that turn 21 in the next 4 months. That’s a lot of going out.

The first on my list was a Halloween party for my cousins 21^st. It was a small family party. When my family gets together we play poker. I usually win, but this night I didn’t even try to play.

Danielle (December) 

I decided for everyone that turns 21 I’m going to get them a bottle of wine and the biggest wine glass that I can find. All because wine makes me happy. Its perfect, when I’m sore I drink a glass, after a hard day at work or a long day at school, when I’m sad or even just with dinner. So I’m passing my wine addiction down to my friends.

Anselma (January) 

21^st birthday’s are interesting because they fall on days of the week on which most people don’t go out to the bar. So do you wait till the weekend after? Or go out the weekend before? Go out on the mid-weekday? Mine was on a Wednesday night, I went out with a small group but then on the weekend I had a big party.

Courtney( November) 

Tonight, however, is my best friend Courtney’s 21^st. she just wants to stay at home and have friends over, which works out great for me. The bar’s these days are too expensive. When I went out I got one free drink then drinks after that was like $4 for a beer, $4.50 for a mixed drink and then $5.50 a shot. Way to expensive, I guess that’s a good way too have less drinking and driving.

Being 21 or older does have a lot of perks, but it is costly. 

21 rocks!

At the start of this blog, I pretty much thought my social life was over; with school two days a week, working five days a week and then homework to top it off. I didn’t have much time off. I came home and ate, watched a little TV, and then off to bed.

One night during work I received a random text from an old high school friend, Melissa. She had just turned 21 and wanted me to go out with her to the bar. I really didn’t want too, I had just worked for over 10 hours. Then she told me a few guys we graduated high school with where in a band playing. So I thought maybe it would be fun to catch up with some old friends from high school.

Mix with Root Beer!!! 

So I met her at whites bar in Saginaw and we saw about five other people we knew from school. Not included the main band that played: Big Brother Smokes (we graduates with the guitarist) We sat around and caught up with everyone. Since I was one of the oldest in my grade, Melissa and I were the only ones out the crowd that was drinking. I felt pretty cool 

I had only wanted to stay until 11 or 12 but I was having so much fun I didn’t even care that I had to be up by 8 the next morning. After the bar closed down we went out to hang out even longer. I think it is really interesting that the kids I had so much fun with are not the kids I was friends with back in high school. We where all from different groups, but yet we still had so much fun and acting like we knew each other forever.

I think the best part of the night was reconnecting when a guy that I used to be best friends with in Elementary, recognized me. He had moved away around 4^th grade and we never saw each other again. Until at the bar. 

It’s such a small world. 

Back to high school, or so i thought.

Finally my long and boring summer of work and no play was over with. I started my first semester at delta. I noticed right away the strict attendance policy all my classes had. Not that I was a skipper or anything like that, I just liked the option. At SVSU they didn’t care. We came to class, then we came to class. It was our money after all. But really Delta, two days missed and you are going to drop me? Here’s to not getting sick for 4 months.

I thought going into Delta I would see EVERYONE I went to high school with. but that’s not the case. I rarely have a run in. How ever I have noticed that almost every student I met is either in high school or just graduated. Makes me feel old, though I am only on my third year of college. I never really gave much thought about how long I’m going to be staying at Delta, then I looked at my degree audit and saw that I only have about 1.5 semesters worth of class before my major. Then I have to transfer BACK to SVSU…

Back in the day

This semester I’m taking 10 credits and working full time. I find it hard to believe that we are over half way done with Fall 2012! Now have a stable schedule with work and school I have had a little more time to adventure out side of my box. I started by going back to my hometown to party with old friends, but after 5 minutes I realized that I DID NOT fit in anymore. I knew it was going to happen so I tried to back out but my best friend Danielle insisted. So when I left the party I was really discouraged and said my partying days are 

done for sure!

Am I done with partying or not? Answer in next blog. 

Ladybug.

My Ladybug.

Where can I begin with her.

She’s a miniature greyhound/ jack rustle mix. Only 12 lbs but can jump as high as my chest. She can run so fast and loves to play fetch. She is a very hyper dog, almost too hyper.

  

We do have a lot of complications with her. When we first got her we didn’t know much, only that her previous owners gave her up because she was jealous of other female dogs; this is not the case at all. She loves any chance to play with other dogs.

At first she was perfect; she never barked and knew a lot of commands.

But then she started to pee whenever she was scared or really happy. Then it turned into peeing only when she was scared but pooping in the basement when we left her alone. We got a cage to put her in when we go away, so that problem stopped. But she still pees when she is scared, and she is TARRIFIED of my boyfriend.

They do have good days and bad days. They love to play together but only if she’s around him for a while. When he first enters the room she hides then slowly comes around. I cant figure out why she is so scared of him and most other men for that matter. I can only assume she was abused by a man before we got her.

A good day 

Every day is getting better with her. We have figured out what makes her scared. We have finally found her favorite food, her favorite toys and her favorite treats. For some reason whenever she gets a bath she acts like a kid strung out on sugar.

I’m glad I got a dog. Its given me a good taste to what parenting will be like. Vet bills, food, toys, baby sitters, etc….  I love her more than anything.

She is my baby. 

living on my own

Procrastinating on my process analysis paper, so I’m going to write my blog.

When we moved into out apartment, it was just the beginning of summer break.

Since we didn’t have school, Anselma and I just spent our free time at our place. I was still working over 40 hours, but had my nights off so I started watching Netflix. I watched the entire season of Weeds, Sons of Anarchy, Don’t trust the b in apartment 23, Drop dead diva, GCB, Greek, Gossip girl, Tosh.0, Jane by Design, about 5 more I cant think of and started Pretty Little Liars. We didn’t have cable.

I didn’t really get out of the apartment much because after work I just wanted to rest. Hence all the tv shows I watched. My best friend Courtney had a boyfriend so she was unavailable most of the time, Danielle just had a baby she had her hands full and Anselma worded almost twice as much as me. So I stopped going out and having fun. My life had become even more boring. I had gone from party girl to working housemother.

I’m starting to see that living by yourself isn’t just paying your own bills. It’s doing your own grocery shopping, cooking your own food, doing the dishes, laundry, cleaning, and other housework. I did do all of this at my parents but my mom helped. It seemed like even thou I live with 3 other people I still have a lot of cleaning to do.

One random after noon that Anselma, Daniel and I had off we went to the animal shelter. We were looking for a cat, but instead found a dog. We all fell in love with her, Lady. She is a jack rustle/ mini greyhound. She is a very complicated dog.

I’ll write all about her in my next blog. 

New beginnings

Over winter break I tried to get out of my dorm contract. They only way was to switch school. I thought this would be a good idea because I needed to take a step back from everything and focus on my school. I knew commuting would be good, so why not save money at the same time. Somewhere in the process of switching, SVSU lost my transcripts so I couldn’t register for classes.

 

Taking the semester off, I moved back to my parents for the rest of the winter.

 

 I spent the first few weeks resting, not doing anything, and enjoying my time to my self. One morning I decided to go into Jimmy John’s to see if they needed an extra hand. They were about to call in applicants for interviews, so I was just in time. The job was instantly mine again.

 

I started working 40+ hours a week. Since I knew everything so well, it was a matter of time before I became manager.

 

One day before work, my dad told me that our house would be up for sale this spring. Holy cow I thought, that’s in only a few months! So, at first I put it off because they would NEVER get everything moved in a matter of months. Well one month later my parents were half way done and asked me what I was going to do. I said, “Start finding someone to live with.”

 

My boyfriend and I had talked about moving in together and we already were staying with each other every night. We started to look for apartments for us. But then we saw bills would be a lot with just two people and almost min. wage jobs. I thought my best friend Anselma and her boyfriend Frank will be needed new roommates soon, lets talk to them about it.

 

A month later we were hauling stuff to our new place at Country Ridge Townhomes, in Saginaw Charter township

 

Girls are such drama!

After spending the entire summer in Florida with my big brother, Scotty, it was time for my 2^nd year of college to start.

I was really excited; living on campus in sorority housing and starting a new job at the RFOC (SVSU cafeteria), what could go wrong?

My classes were fun: Tennis, Astronomy, Math, and my favorite subject Psychology. They were all upper lever classes, other than Tennis, so I had my homework cut out for me. I worked so hard; I even sat in an extra math class to learn more.

Everything was fine until I started having drama with my roommates… at first it was petty girl stuff so we worked it out then it turned even worse. They had claimed that I changed.

 Of course I did, I was starting to grow up.

Near Thanksgiving break, it was getting really bad. I was resenting going back to my dorm, I started to show up late for meetings, I was skipping classes that I had with roommates, I started stay more nights at Daniel’s and picked up more shifts at work. I did not want to be there.

From Thanksgiving break to the end of the semester I stayed at my Aunts house, right off campus. I saw that commuting wasn’t so bad after all. It was a lot easier to focus on homework, I slept better, and I was around people that wanted me there so I was happier.

During exam week my parents told me they would be selling our house and moving to Kentucky. Great. Now what was I suppose to do. My job at the RFOC wasn’t going to support an apartment. I didn’t have any one to live with. I wasn’t about to stay at my dorm for one more whole semester.

What did I do? Find out during my next blog…

I'll be there for you

I apologize for the heaviness of my last blog, about Cameron’s passing. This played a very important roll in who and where I am today. I needed my readers to understand how important this was to me, because some of my past classmates and teachers didn’t…

I don’t remember much after his passing, but I do remember who was there for me. I see who truly cares, who my real friends are and were I belong.

At Cam’s funeral, my boyfriend Daniel held my hand the entire time,. When I first entered the chapel I had my best friend Anselma and Danielle on both sides of me, Daniel behind and Cameron lying in front of me…My best friends.

Naturally everyone I knew gave their condolences. I’m so sorry, I’m here if you need me blah blah blah. But after a while of Ginger being depressed, people started to think it was time for me to move on, this put a big damper on most of my college relationships.

 Over the course of the next few months I had a hard time going to class and to social functions. My grades went down, my attendance, and me being mentally present. Soon almost all of my ‘college’ friends pulled away. I wasn’t expecting anyone to treat me differently and give me a free pass. But I did expect people to understand and support me.

For school, my understanding teachers let me get by with just getting my homework and test done on time. The other failed me because of my attendance, (I kept him updated on my situation weekly, from the beginning to the end of semester.) 

This is why I am retaking English 111 at delta.

End of my freshman year.

My next blog will be about what pushed me away from SVSU and to Delta. 

Saying Goodbye for now.

Now for the bad part of my Christmas break…

The winter semester was close to a start. I was back at my dorm and preparing for classes. Then I get a call. It was Cameron’s mom, he wasn’t doing well. She told me they didn’t think he would make it thou the night.  They called in hospice and it was just a matter of time. So I left my dorm in a hurry and drove over to his house. I can’t even begin to explain the things that happened that night, it was surreal and I wish that upon no one. It was something I never thought I would have to go thou, then it did and I wouldn’t trade that night for the world.

When I arrived at his house, it was nearly empty. He’s little brothers were sent away for the night and it was just his parents, his aunt, hospice and I. The night started out as him being able to sit up, watch TV and talk. Then it turned into seizers and Acoma. Before the coma struck, Cameron was litterly fighting for his life, I remember him saying no a lot and shaking and forcing himself to stay.  We prayed and prayed for this to end, but he didn’t let go. Finally after hours upon hours Cameron went into Acoma. Hospice sent us all to bed and told us she would get us if he woke up.

When I woke up I heard Cameron talking, I ran into the living room and he was sitting up acting like nothing had happened. He kept asking us why we were crying and why were we all there. I said Cameron you don’t remember? He said no I just woke up. After that everything was fine.

They kept Cam at home with hospice, his condition got worse. He could no longer, eat, stand up, go to the bathroom, and barely talk. Cancer took everything away from him. After about a week, hospice had to leave, insurance no longer covered it. So his parents decided to take him to a all natural healing center in Alabama. This was suppose to heal him, and if not put him in a peaceful environment to pass on.  When I said goodbye to him, I held back my tears and said ‘I love you and I will see you soon.’ As i new, this was the last time i saw Cameron. 

The next week his health inproved and we all thought he was going to come home. Until one night, it was the night of a bad snow storm, I got the call. Cameron had passed away.

The only part of his funeral I remember was how peaceful and cured he looked in his casket.

Looking back now I see so much. I see that the night all the bad stuff happened was just an eye opener to how we needed to let go, because he was truly suffering. That night when we were told he wouldn’t make it though, he fought for another two weeks. I see how strong he was for those 4 years. I see how big a part of my life he was. He is my hero. I see how his family welcomed me in as family and now I hold them as my own. 

RIP Cameron Alan Lamont. 

True Love

Christmas break was extremely eventful; some great stuff some bad stuff.  I’m going to start with the good.  His name is Daniel Alexander Hasse<3

2008

We used to date a few years back, like when I was a junior in high school. We broke up because he had a few things put before me and vis versa. We became friends, but I secretly stalked him. Not crazy hide in the bushes stalking just used every excuse to call or see him. I was still madly in love with him and he wasn’t; this went on for the next two or three years.

Then my graduation party came and we had been talking more and more. Then his sister wedding happened and things really took off. I didn’t know it at the time but Daniel started to fall in love with me at her wedding. He said ‘As soon as I seen you dancing with another guy, I was jealous, then I realized that I have feelings for you.’  This was August. By time school started he started texting me, calling me, and asking to see me more, like everyday more. When I ask him about this now he says that he couldn’t stop thinking about me and when I wasn’t around he wanted me around and when I didn’t answer my calls or text back right away he would think I was with a different guy; this is when he realized that he loves me.

So Christmas eve came around and he calls and asks me when I can be over. I said maybe tomorrow, on Christmas after noon. When I arrived at his parents house he greeted me with a hug, usual, but this one was different; it was one of those 

'I will never let go hugs.' 

He asked me what was with the bow, which I had completely forgotten about, I said I’m your Christmas present. We spent the next few hours with his family and then went off to be alone. There he kissed me. we talked about the past, our break up, how we’ve gown up, I confessed to stalking him, he confessed to being an ass for not seeing it sooner and FINALLY he asked me to be his girlfriend! 

Christmas 2012 will be our two year anniversary.

2010

Christmas break will continue on my next blog post.

freshman days

My flawless dorm 

 My first day on campus was interesting.  It was such a busy day I remember. It started with waking up SO early, then driving out to SVSU, then checking in, then freshman orientation, and then the Cardinal Picnic.  Also along with all that trying not to get lost, meeting a ton of new people, and normal first day of school jitters. After getting settled in my new dorm and going though the very boring orientation, which included yet another campus tour, I was finally able to make it to the Cardinal Picnic.

 Picnic was pretty much the make it or break it for college. This is were you go to sign up for extra curricular activities. When I arrived I was over whelmed with all the people! There were so many different clubs, sports, organizations, and what I was most interested in Sororities. As I walked around so many people were trying to talk to me, in fact a group of cute guys came up to me and before I knew it I had signed up for the dodge ball team. Great. I sucked at dodge ball! So moving on to different tables and groups I came across three sororities. I instantly knew which one was for me.

When I arrived back at my dorm I told my roommate how much fun I had. I told her all about my dodge ball team and my intentions for the sorority.  When I finally received an e-mail with dates and times for recruitment events, I put it all in my planner right away.

My Big and I (fraternal, not biological)

Before you start to think 'oh great this girl paid for her friends.' Please don't judge, this sorority was a lot more that just partying, drinking, and hazing. In fact it was the exact OPPOSITE! It was just what i needed after my high school days. 

First day of classes came and went so did recruitment. I went back home to hang out with old high school friends when I received a phone call inviting me to join the sorority. I was ecstatic. When I arrived back at school, I had a group of girls waiting to take me out to celebrate. After I accepted their offer I became a new member, also was able to wear letters.  Pretty much after this my first semester was a blur. Classes, dodge ball practice, sorority events, mixers, etc…  Before I knew it I was saying goodbye and home for the holidays.

Find out what happened during Christmas break in my next blog. ;)

The beginning...

 Back during high school, I had no worries. My classes were easy, I never had homework and didn't have to study. I did not have drama I was just simply friends with everyone. I went out during the weekends and had friends over on school nights. I played tennis everyday, started the earth club and poetry club, along with being in about 15 other extra curricular activities. Needless to say it was the time of my life. But like the saying, all good things come to an end. That happened a month before graduation, when my parents told me I had to get a job.

 After many applications and resumes being turned in I finally got a call back from Jimmy John’s. The owner, Bob, had me come in for an interview that actually turned into being my first day at work. He gave me a simple schedule, since I was still in high school, two or three nights a week with weekends off.

 Graduation came and went and slowly everyone started to move away and like me started to get busy with work. I started working full time; it turned into sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, etc… I thought I was doomed, and then my parents surprised me with a trip to NYC with my best friend Cameron and his parents. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to go because of my job but I explained the situation to Bob and he was really cool with it. He gave me two weeks off.  

Cameron and I at Time Square '10

You see, Cameron had cancer and we knew this was going to be his last summer…so it was an important trip to me. I went and had the best time ever, it’s something that I will never forget and I am very grateful that Bob was so generous. Any other job would not have let me take a two-week vacation during my first few months working there.

 Nearing the end of the summer I told Bob that I would be living on campus and I didn’t want to commute from svsu to hemlock, which was about 45 minutes. He told me I could come back during my breaks and work, but told him I would call him when I needed the money. At that time I had no intensions on going back.

To Be Continued…