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*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~* brought to you by QuizillaThese were my results:Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for one reason or another - possibly, you made one tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't commit. In any case, you are faithless and joyless. You find no happiness, love, or acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most days are a burden and you wonder when the hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching picture. You are the one that few understand. Those that do know you are likely to love you deeply and wish that they could do something to ease your pain. You are constantly living in memories of better times and a better world. You are hard on yourself and self-critical or self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved, you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite your tainted nature, your soul is breathtakingly beautiful.

Circuit city is pissing me off.

Ok, so we had this meeting today, all about what associates think, how the company is going to be more associate focused, caring about what we think, etc. And we did this little recognition thing, people got little things, like footballs.I don't want a football. I don't want candy. I wanted a Thank you. I work my ass off for that store. I have literally made myself sick from stress and overwork for that store. I scoop the shit out of their toilets when they become plugged. I paint for them. I clean for them. I do everything I can for the customer for them. I show up on time, if not early, every day, for them. I was the planogram person when we didn't have one. I run errands, organize things, do cycle counts (mini inventories) I come in at 6am twice a week to put crap away for 5 hours. I do every long night once a month for them. If I see something out of place, or that isn't supposed to happen, I notify them. I bend over backwards for them, in every way I can. I pester them as little as I possibly can. I am friendly, open, I joke and laugh with customers. I had a fucking misscarraige, and still tried my damndest to do my job the next day. I only call out sick if I am puking my guts up or passing out.And I can't even get a fucking "Thank you" in front of the group.Is it just me, or is that messed up? There are a couple other people there who work either as hard as me, if not a bit more, and they didn't get recognized, either. But, the people everyone knew certainly got their round of thanks.How fair is that?

Meh

Well, not much has really been happening recently. Was pregnant again, lost it. Again. Going on birth control, and taking happy pills to keep myself calm and from having more nervous breakdowns at work. Been thinking about doing a bit more writing, actual paper and pen type, not necessarily in an online journal, or whatnot. Cut my hair, it's very short, I might put a pic of me up on my website. It's a dorky little beginner's site, I haven't really had much enthusiasm for it recently. Got my first toolbox today, as dorky as it may seem....got some screw drivers, and a hammer, and little pokey things to put in it, along with my dremel. I think Jas is just humoring me....I need a project, something to work on, something to look forwards to. Jas always has his computers...I just read, and do online gook. I need a goal:PAh, well. Comment as you see fit.