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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

You know what they say about hindsight...?

It's true. 

I finally got a job, "Retail Shed" took a chance on me :).  The job is incredibly easy, I've always been a fast learner though.  They have been trying to decide where they want to promote me to Deli, Stocker, or Customer Service Manager (basically lead cashier).  It's a good thing, my punctuality has been outstanding which is something no boss of mine could ever say before.  Everybody is really nice and my supervisors are great.  Except for sometimes one calls me "the cashier"  instead of by name which is clearly displayed on my badge.  Oh well.  That's a pretty small complaint.

Working for the Man

So it took two months but I finally found somebody that would hire me.  Let's call it "Retail Shed."  Say what you will about them but they were willing to take a chance on me so I'm grateful for that.  Don't get me wrong, I don't like the job.  I especially hate it when my boss refers to me as "the cashier" instead of my name which is clearly displayed on my badge.

Update

I've actually worked at my little "Retail Shed" for over a year now and I have to admit that (most of the time) I enjoy it.  I work as a Customer Service Manager now and the manager with an attitude got the boot about six months ago.  There are a couple of retirement communities behind our store so I've gotten to hear some pretty good stories.  It turns out I really enjoy my job, perhaps that's why it's best to try everything, except drugs, I don't see that ever being a good idea.

I'm still not sure what my future is going to look like but I'm starting to accept it.  I'm hoping to be back in school by January and I'm thinking of pursuing English/Creative Writing or maybe Art.

S County

Seriously, they don't know up from down.   I know because I had to highlight the "important" parts of the forms they're supposed to fill out.  I mean, how many times do you need to fill out a form to remember the parts that are the most important?

The jailers had sexual tension that you could cut with a knife.

My second day in there, there was a guy charged with Minor in Posession.  Officer Allen jumped all over it.  She was asking what teachers he had, living her whole high school career through him.  He told her and they swapped stories about the teachers.  Then she told him that she could go arrest him in front of a bunch of girls at High School because that would be "so hot."  I guess she doesn't know that an adult harassing a bunch of kids is not sexy but creepy.

These guys/girls were discussing a particularly rowdy party that ended with pouring the jailers into their cars and hoping they made it home alright.  You don't have to worry about a DWI if you know all of the officers on duty.

They all deserve to go to jail.  I have only met one Officer in my experience with S County that merits any kind of respect and he was the last Officer to deal with me.  I'm done with that place, there's no reason to ever return.

Bikes

I love my bike and I can't tell enough people about it.  Seriously, a bike is so much better than a car.

1.  No gas.  I've saved a whole bunch of money because I haven't paid for gas in over a year.

2.  It's fun.  For real.  If you see that smug grin on my face after going through the light before any of the cars, know that it's from a genuine place.  I AM faster than you.  I AM having more fun than you.  My bike is better than your car.

3.  Exercise is always a good thing.

4.  I get down to my music way more than the folks in their cars do.  Seriously, show me a person singing aloud in a busy intersection and doing a jig so publicly.

5.  I get to know the folks at my Local Bike Shop (LBS)

6.  The folks at my LBS (Nate and Jeremy) take good care of my bike as well as me.  Hey Riders Ready in Maumelle, you guys really are the best.  I can walk in and say I have a flat and they can tell me what I need and how to fix it.

7.  Bikes are cheap!  A tire costs about $4 and takes about 10 minutes to replace if you're a newby.  No oil change, no gas.  The checkups cost about $40 and they make sure everything is working properly.




Postcards aren't always nice

So I went to my sister's house and I had a postcard in her mailbox.  "There's a warrant out for you arrest issued by S County."  Ok that's not a good quote but that's basically what it said.   The flowery writing was better suited to an adolescent buddy.  I immediately called the number and found out that I could pay the whole fine or pay the warrant amount and be given a court date.  This would be nearly impossible to attend because I would have to find a ride to the awful place yet again.  I was told the best option would be to pay the whole thing and be done with it.

Now let's look at this: A person could probably pay the warrant fee of $50 but they may or may not be able to pay for the fee that it would take to get rid of the whole thing.  In my case, it was $1300.  I planned to ask my sister and my dad for $400 each but then I checked my paystub for the next week and I found out that I was only going to be paid $461.

It's hard to ask your parents for money when you're 25.  It feels very pathetic.  My dad, who always has a sense of humor, asked why he had to pay more than my sister and I did.  I told him it was because he makes more than I do.  I laughed about it but it just gutted me.

I was one month late with my payment to those bastards that run the S County whatever, and they issued a warrant for my arrest.  I called the guy, evidently the one in charge, and he said that it was up to him if they pursued my warrant or not.
I actually work with my local police to stop identity theft.  I could not stand the idea of being walked out of work by the "authority" for missing a payment.  I thought debtor's prison was over.

Anyway, my family bailed me out and that fact makes me want to vomit.  I'm so sorry that I had to ask.  I'm sorry because I know it put them both out of money and that's not fair.  I want to be the best daughter/sister ever and I know that I fail epically when it comes to financial matters.

I'm working on it though and I hope to be in a position where I can go back to school by January.  I may have to lobby to get into the program I desire but...that doesn't seem any harder than participating in the Tour de France.  Come on, those guys have a professional masseuse waiting on them when they get done riding for the day.