Thursday, February 24, 2011

Ahhhh a day off!

Morbid moment at work yesterday, made me really wonder why I like my job. Sometimes we have to do things that are necessary, but so awful.

I don't know if it is the stress of things, due to the remodel and such, but work has really been a drag. I literally have to drag myself out of bed the days I work. I really used to love my job, I felt important, and I wanted to be there. Now I feel like a slave, who is overworked and under appreciated. Nobody seems to care if I go the extra distance. I am constantly finding, and fixing complete screw ups. Yet, my bosses are doing nothing to improve the situation even though they are well aware of it.

I love animals, and on occasion I get to do my job description "Veterinary Technician". Those moments I love it, don't care that I am under appreciated, and feel like I am really using my talents and abilities. However, most the time I am answering phones, cleaning the toilet, apologizing for our short comings, and doing laundry. I would do these things everyday without blinking....if I could do more of the actual things that fall under my job description. I would not complain if I felt like my efforts, my above and beyond attitude was noticed and appreciated. I try to tell myself that, yes I am appreciated, yes they did notice that I went above and beyond. Yet, the truth shines in their actions and words.

For example, I personally, on my own, worked with a client to sell them a Powder River Squeeze Chute. I called the distributor several times, bent over backwards, argued and dickered with our distributor of this equipment, called the client, called the distributor, back and forth. Finally yesterday the client came in and decided that yes, they are going to buy the item. They are spending $9000.00, of which the clinic receives 20% of the retail value. Will I get a bonus will I get 1%. NOPE! Nada, of course if I worked at Walmart, or John Deere I wouldn't expect it because my title is Retailer, however that is not my title yet I do it anyway.

My true job title should be something like: Animal Care Specialist, with Mechanic abilities (including lawn mowing and tractor operator), Painter, Maid, Receptionist, Retailer, Counselor, and Punching Bag.

I try to tell myself that this is what it is to work for someone else, but I am beginning to really think there is better options. At least somewhere I might be equally compensated for that above mentioned job title.

Anyways, had to vent somewhere.

The beauty of it, I have the next two days off.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Be My Valentine

I was out doing a few short errands in the metropolis of Ririe today and happened to drive past the cemetery.

There close to the road, were some bright red balloons tied to a headstone. The sight made me catch my breath, and realize how terribly sad I would be to have to take my Valentine to the cemetery. It saddened me to see someone had loved someone so much, and on this day of celebration of that love they had traveled to the cemetery to leave their valentine, because that loved one had moved on before them.

I again am so grateful to have my husband to love and hold, to have my babies to snuggle and kiss, to have my parents to send my love to. I am grateful for all my friends who care and send love to me, and I to them.

I believe in Heaven, and I know that there is Eternity. I know that someday my husband and children will have to go....but not before they all get to live life to the fullest, love to the fullest and be loved. I hope to go and be there with them to be able to always share my love with them and celebrate our love for each other.

I don't want my love to end with balloons tied to a headstone.

So I wanted to make sure that on this special day of love to anyone that I have missed telling. I love you, and I love your love, friendship, and warmth. I am your Valentine, please be mine.

I Love You.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

All You Need Is Love, Love Is All You Need

I love that song! Obviously seeing as Macy knows the words from repeated singing, and Rozi lights up every time she hears it.

But its really true. To feel loved does amazing things for ones soul. It lifts us up to where we belong, it sends chills up and down our spine. It makes our heart feel light and fluffy, we feel invincible with love.

It doesn't have to be the romantic type either, love from a friend, mother/father, sister or brother. Even when you feel your boss loves what you do at work, it makes your heart grow.

I am a hopeless romantic, a trait that sometimes surprises people about me. It is something I keep guarded, because it is important to me to have love. It is also very important to me to not be teased or chastised for loving love so much.

So today, to all that read this post, I am letting my guard down, letting you know I believe in LOVE and it's powers to heal, change, grow, and above all be the one thing in life that can sustain us to hold on. Love of God, Life, Family, Friends, and Ourselves.

All you need is Love......All you need is Love, Love.....Love is all you need.

Happy Valentines

Thursday, February 3, 2011


I have had a loss for words......

I have had that experience lately where you had an idea about something, faith in a situation working out a certain way, and when all the dust had settled, I ended up on the wrong side of my idea.

Disappointment has left me with nothing to say.

I am sure in the end, the grand scheme, it doesn't really matter. I have learned from my lesson and that's the most that can be said.

I am saddened to have learned that certain things in life are not as they seemed, and guess that sometimes until you experience certain things outright you still believe in chivalry and the likeness of it.

No matter, judgement has been passed and guilty is my shame.