I feel like I haven't spoken to Joe in weeks.
Oh that's right. I haven't. I mean. I understand that he's a busy fella, and all, but I don't mind being wherever he needs me to be when he has a crisis. That's what friends do. I also realize that we are far apart, and this no cell phone thing is really not conducive to good communication between me and ANYONE. But it would be nice once in a while, if I could just talk to him...
I've gone through so much crap since I've been here:
Stupid training schedules -- Don't give me 3 consecutive days off. I will LITERALLY be bored to tears. I don't have any friends here.
Stupid money problems -- Not that I don't have any, that's not the problem at all. The problem is that I can't write checks to pay my bills, because my money is all in Canadian funds in a Canadian bank and I need to write a check, send it to my mom, have her deposit it, and go from there. SO DUMB.
Stupid dudes -- Don't get me started on Todd and Gord. Both in one room is a DANGEROUS thing. Gord says that Todd and I argue like an old married couple. Todd just picks on me and calls me a slacker, bumps into me so hard I almost fall in the glazer, instigates SO BADLY. Gord has lost interest in talking to me at all, because there is another girl around. That's fine. He's not all that interesting anymore. Obsessed with sky scrapers. What is that? Subliminal phallic imagery if I've ever seen any.
Stupid bosses -- They JUST DON'T GET IT. I know they understand that this is a tough job, but I don't think they get how much harder this is for me. I'm away from friends and family pretty much for the duration, whereas everyone else lives where they came from and then just ship out from there. The whole money problem. The fact that this STUPID HOTEL didn't send out my car payments for the past 2 months!! My background does not include what I have gone through here.
To make it worse, I guess the rumors were flying about me around the Centre. It's inevitable. It always happens. One person knows "something" or has heard a story, and it just gets bigger. Eventually, I live in a teepee, I'm amish, and I'm a communist.
Or something.
Michael took us out to dinner tonight and at the end, I guess my "lifestyle" came up in conversation, and he said, "So I want to hear about the teepee you live in."
Of course, Gord and Erika have heard the stories and seen the photos, so they helped, mostly by pretending it's no big deal to them.
I've gone through this so many times that I know how to deal with it now. I stood up and said "I'm not starting at the beginning. Ask the questions, we'll go from there."
Hands were raised. Questions were answered.
I taught the class.
They are all googling my name as we speak...
I don't know how the word got out anyway. I only told Erika and Gord. But I did make a comment about the teepees being put up wrong at Onandaga Farms. Michael said that (This get's confusing): Some franchisees heard Gord talking (?? Probably making fun of me.) and then I talked to the training manager at the farms about the teepees, so the three of them conferenced, and then the training manager went to see Michael and talked to him about me, and he went back and discussed with everyone he could find (he does that.) So now the news is out, but since I wasn't the one spreading the word at the Centre, now I'm sure it's going to be all the wrong information.
Whatever. I don't care what people think of me.
Four of us went out to dinner last night and I found THREE tattoo parlors! And I got excited about each of them. So the 2 girls who don't really know me couldn't figure it out. Thought maybe I'm just one of those girls always talking about getting a tattoo, but never actually having the guts. Lots of eye-rolling going on in the Jeep.
So Erika said "Oh yeah, she has 6 of them."
THAT changes things. I love that nobody expects it.
That should teach you not to expect anything based on my appearance!
DUH!
I'm always going to let you THINK that I'm normal. But. I'm never going to BE normal.
It's all part of my charm.
So I'm going back to Maine.
They told me this today. Fantastic. Another 18 days of NOTHING AT ALL TO DO. Only this time, I'm on the night shift. Whatever. That just means I don't have to work with other trainers for about 4 or 5 hours a night. Looking forward to that.
And then hopefully, I'm going to fly out to Arizona for a few days to visit my girls.
Homesickness is setting in again, hardcore.
I need to have a nice little meeting with Michael and tell him how I don't think I'll be returning after January 27th. Just too much hassle to work out of the country, as is proved by my paycheck fiasco.
OK I don't know how this happened, but it's 12:45 am and since I've been up since 3am. So I'm gonna call it a night.
I'm sure I'll have more to say this weekend. Nothing better to do...
Oh that's right. I haven't. I mean. I understand that he's a busy fella, and all, but I don't mind being wherever he needs me to be when he has a crisis. That's what friends do. I also realize that we are far apart, and this no cell phone thing is really not conducive to good communication between me and ANYONE. But it would be nice once in a while, if I could just talk to him...
I've gone through so much crap since I've been here:
Stupid training schedules -- Don't give me 3 consecutive days off. I will LITERALLY be bored to tears. I don't have any friends here.
Stupid money problems -- Not that I don't have any, that's not the problem at all. The problem is that I can't write checks to pay my bills, because my money is all in Canadian funds in a Canadian bank and I need to write a check, send it to my mom, have her deposit it, and go from there. SO DUMB.
Stupid dudes -- Don't get me started on Todd and Gord. Both in one room is a DANGEROUS thing. Gord says that Todd and I argue like an old married couple. Todd just picks on me and calls me a slacker, bumps into me so hard I almost fall in the glazer, instigates SO BADLY. Gord has lost interest in talking to me at all, because there is another girl around. That's fine. He's not all that interesting anymore. Obsessed with sky scrapers. What is that? Subliminal phallic imagery if I've ever seen any.
Stupid bosses -- They JUST DON'T GET IT. I know they understand that this is a tough job, but I don't think they get how much harder this is for me. I'm away from friends and family pretty much for the duration, whereas everyone else lives where they came from and then just ship out from there. The whole money problem. The fact that this STUPID HOTEL didn't send out my car payments for the past 2 months!! My background does not include what I have gone through here.
To make it worse, I guess the rumors were flying about me around the Centre. It's inevitable. It always happens. One person knows "something" or has heard a story, and it just gets bigger. Eventually, I live in a teepee, I'm amish, and I'm a communist.
Or something.
Michael took us out to dinner tonight and at the end, I guess my "lifestyle" came up in conversation, and he said, "So I want to hear about the teepee you live in."
Of course, Gord and Erika have heard the stories and seen the photos, so they helped, mostly by pretending it's no big deal to them.
I've gone through this so many times that I know how to deal with it now. I stood up and said "I'm not starting at the beginning. Ask the questions, we'll go from there."
Hands were raised. Questions were answered.
I taught the class.
They are all googling my name as we speak...
I don't know how the word got out anyway. I only told Erika and Gord. But I did make a comment about the teepees being put up wrong at Onandaga Farms. Michael said that (This get's confusing): Some franchisees heard Gord talking (?? Probably making fun of me.) and then I talked to the training manager at the farms about the teepees, so the three of them conferenced, and then the training manager went to see Michael and talked to him about me, and he went back and discussed with everyone he could find (he does that.) So now the news is out, but since I wasn't the one spreading the word at the Centre, now I'm sure it's going to be all the wrong information.
Whatever. I don't care what people think of me.
Four of us went out to dinner last night and I found THREE tattoo parlors! And I got excited about each of them. So the 2 girls who don't really know me couldn't figure it out. Thought maybe I'm just one of those girls always talking about getting a tattoo, but never actually having the guts. Lots of eye-rolling going on in the Jeep.
So Erika said "Oh yeah, she has 6 of them."
THAT changes things. I love that nobody expects it.
That should teach you not to expect anything based on my appearance!
DUH!
I'm always going to let you THINK that I'm normal. But. I'm never going to BE normal.
It's all part of my charm.
So I'm going back to Maine.
They told me this today. Fantastic. Another 18 days of NOTHING AT ALL TO DO. Only this time, I'm on the night shift. Whatever. That just means I don't have to work with other trainers for about 4 or 5 hours a night. Looking forward to that.
And then hopefully, I'm going to fly out to Arizona for a few days to visit my girls.
Homesickness is setting in again, hardcore.
I need to have a nice little meeting with Michael and tell him how I don't think I'll be returning after January 27th. Just too much hassle to work out of the country, as is proved by my paycheck fiasco.
OK I don't know how this happened, but it's 12:45 am and since I've been up since 3am. So I'm gonna call it a night.
I'm sure I'll have more to say this weekend. Nothing better to do...
posted by Kally Hanifin at 12:19:00 AM
1 Comments:
you mean you DON'T live in a Teepee??
all these years...
(don't let the stupid people get you down.)
story for you, I had a friend in college who was half italian, half chinese and this was an interesting mix that had him with beautiful olive skin, jet black hair and dark almond shaped eyes. no one had ANY idea what he was. so people would talk, guess and assume. and sometimes mention it to him.
just to fuck with everyone (and cause he got tired of explaining) he used to just answer yes and make shit up.
example:
stupid person: Hey, we were just talking about Cuba, thats where you are from, right?
him: yup.
stupid person: What was that like?
him: oh ya know... my parents were rebels that fought Castro, we ended up having to move around a lot, live in a transportable hut, eat only rice for months on end. it was rough.
stupid person: whoa.
(or, "you're making that up right?")
him: yes, I am
sp: but you are Cuban right?
him: sure. whatever.
moral of the story is: its more fun to make things up than have to teach everyone about your life and answer all their dumb questions.
examples:
the outhouse was 5 miles, up hill, both ways from the house.
the entire house ran on a generator hooked up to lab hamsters on little wheels.
i'm an orthodox jew and we were so hardcore, it was shabbos EVERY DAY.
my parents were in a cult that worshipped turtles.
(you get the point)
(even if you don't use this brilliant material, I hope I at least made you laugh)
(love me)
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