11-16-11 Diet Blog

Over the weekend I went to beautiful Historic Bethlehem Pa. My husbands students were being open water certified for Scuba in Dutch Springs. I signed books and took some fun pictures with them. Then we toured Bethlehem Pa and in the evening hit the penny slots at the Sands Casino. A wonderful weekend. Dieted no problem. I was really ok. I felt relaxed and happy...finally- until Monday morning.
First, I locked myself out of the house. This is not usually a problem but the key was not where we have left it for the past 30 years. I finally found it after a quick prayer and all was well...BUT this was just the beginning... the plot thickened upon arriving at work.
The supervisor in my dept had a scheduled day off which was fine but the other co-worker in our dept. called in sick. Their work funnels down to me and I do the back end of it. When they are both out- I cannot work because I am not trained in their jobs. Needless to say- the work was coming in droves, and there was already a pile. Because I couldn't do their job, the probate supervisor first put me in the correspondence dept. I wasn't needed there so she put me in the record room. The place where everyone goes when they are in trouble and getting punished. The probate supervisor kept rolling her eyes at me, treating me like an idiot- which I don't get...since when is not being trained to do someone Else's job MY fault? Anyway- the record room supervisor was nice to me, but I physically can't do that job. I did it but I've been lame for 3 days. My knees and back are wrecked. I also wrecked my diet....
Then- school. I had to recite the Constance monologue from King John by Shakespeare. I did it...badly. I left there to go grocery shopping with my lame back and knees and the pain was excruciating. I was never so glad to get home in my whole life.
Tuesday, I went to work hoping at least one of the other two girls would be in. Thankfully, the Supervisor was. I asked her about training me. She really feels that she wants to wait on that. Did she tell the eye roller though? I doubt it.
We churned out 40 or 50 cases and got a real dent put into the work. Two more days of that and we'll pull it off. I took no breaks but I did take lunch. That same morning- first thing- the new guy came into my cubical. He is huge, was homeless before my boss helped him out by giving him this job and always hungry. Anyway- he's been asking to borrow money every week since he started. In all honesty, I gave it when I had it- you know- you help out your fellow man, but I just didn't have it. He wouldn't take no for an answer. The conversation got very uncomfortable. Finally one of the probate clerks- KNOWN for her stern attitude to put it mildly, caught what was happening and came over and threw him out of my cubicle. She was my hero and I thanked her profusely.
Later, one of the other girls- a clerk- knowing how hungry he usually is and whom he has also hit up for money left half of her sandwich from lunch on his desk so he could eat. Not a chewed half or something like that- but a nice sliced half that she hadn't touched-still wrapped. He actually got nasty about it. He yelled at her for treating him like a homeless person and not needing her stupid half a sandwich... mind you, he then ate the damn thing...the supervisor of the probate clerks- the eye rolling one- got wind of it and took the nice clerk into the boss. It was so wrong. During her chastisement she let the boss in on the fact that hes been asking her and everyone else for money every week whether pay week or not. The boss was upset.
We ALL got called into the office one at a time. He knew my incident before I even got there. He also knew about my being accosted by the guy when he saw me get $20 out of the ATM for gas on a non-pay week too. I told the truth. So did everyone. The guy was terminated by the end of the day. Guilt plagued me.
How come I'm as honest, decent and kind as I can be, good worker who keeps her head down and her mouth closed...really a hard and good worker whose supervisor couldn't be happier...and this is happening? The guilt ate me alive...and I ate until I felt dead inside... my self esteem couldn't be lower. I'm frightened, stressed and already on the verge of tears and its only 7am.
Say a prayer for me...xo