Gosh, I’m kinda boring

Well, at least after all the ups and downs of the last year and a half.  Am I complaining?  Nope.  But I’m sure it’s not much fun for my readers.  I do have some news for you guys.  We probably won’t be moving before June at the earliest.  😦  Yeah, we were both shocked and neither of us very thrilled by it.  It’s the curse of a crappy manager – damned if you do, damned if you don’t.  You see, they’ve been severely understaffed for most of the last year.  Understaffed means longer lines and angry customers (thus angry managers) or cashiers not getting to breaks and lunch on time and angry managers (did you catch that? pissed managers either way).  Joshwa’s problem?  His cashiers got the short end of the stick – but it’s no more than what he does to himself on a regular basis – everyone gets their breaks, just not exactly every two hours – an impossibility when half your cashiers come in at the exact same time every day.

“Oh, Lea,” you may be thinking, “of course you have to defend Joshwa as doing no wrong, he’s your husband and you are a faithful and dutiful wife.”  (okay, so maybe I’m embellishing myself a little, so sue me ^__^)  “Surely others are doing well, right?”  Nope.  Joshwa has talked to a couple of other CSMs who received the exact same mark off of their six month and year reviews in the last couple of months.  You’d think that if you’re having the same problem with several CSMs that maybe you’d consider that the problem might not lie with your CSMs, right?  And that when a manager assures one of those CSMs (considered the hardest working CSM at the store by most of the cashiers, many of the other CSMs, and the front-end manager who is his immediate supervisor) that this negative review won’t cause problems with his imminent search for a transfer, all things would be well, right?

No.  Joshwa went to put through his paperwork requesting a transfer the day after Christmas – only to find that the only position he qualifies for a transfer for is a cashier.  And because this last week was so crazy (he worked three days after Christmas and then had two days off), he didn’t have time to talk to anyone about what the hell was going on.  So, it’s beginning to look like we’re going to have to wait for June (his next six month review) and hope that the problems that got him in trouble this time won’t cause problems next time.  In my typical style, my initial reaction was outrage that anyone would so mistreat my Joshwa – the hardest working man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, let alone loving.  But this hasn’t been helping my love, so I’ve been trying to keep control of my temper and see this as a message from the Divine to wait for a better time.  We’ll have time to get the truck worked on and build up our savings, to ready ourselves, and to pack.  Because, know what?  Still haven’t started.  Yeah.  I know.  Working on that.  ^__^

So, it looks like we’ll have to winters under our belts here in Alabama before we move.  But that’s okay.  We’ll make it work for us.  Surely we’ll be able to get a little snow to hold us over, right?  We’ll make this whole thing work; I can do all things with my husband working with me and my faith to support me.  Besides, two years isn’t so bad – we made it through two years in Chicago, right?  ^_^

What else?  Oh, with our health insurance kicking in starting Jan 1, I’ll finally be setting up that appointment that I’ve been putting off for the last two years.  I know, bad on me.  I’m not going to lie, I haven’t been looking forward to it.  After things that happened in Hattiesburg that didn’t necessarily need to happen, I’m not exactly looking forward to putting myself into the care of another gynecologist.  Don’t misunderstand, I believe that Dr. Stuart did what she thought best for me; I just didn’t take an active enough role in my own health care.  That won’t happen again (though I’m sure there are those who’d argue against that with my history of not going to the doctor as much as recommended).  Because my New Years resolution?  To get pregnant.  I know, I know, it’s not like I can snap my fingers and *BAM* I’m pregnant – hello, I’m a witch, I’ve tried – but I’m determined.  Because I have faith that we’re supposed to be parents, and so does Joshwa.  I have faith that it will happen and it will be exactly how it should be.

So, I’ll try to blog later today (yeah, it’s 5 am, and I’ve been up all night), but this just struck me and I didn’t want to go into all this in my “Year in Review” post.  So there ya go.  ^__^

 

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