Today I was thinking about conversations that were had at work last night. I realized that a lot of what I expect from the world was formed in my childhood. I know what a ground breaking theory!

I was thinking about a doll that my Mother had bought for me from a co-worker that was selling her kids old toys. It was a very pretty doll. It had a very dressy outfit on. Complete with a fake fur wrap. I was so proud of that doll. But with my standing as a 'baby' member of a family of 7 kids my belongings were fair game to my siblings. They liked to take my dolls and 'experiment' on them. Meaning they used to re-create the Bride of Frankenstein scenario they may have recently seen on Creature Feature (on channel 5 of course!). Anyways....

The doll that was formerly looking like Jackie Kennedy, now looked like, well, hair cut off, face drawn on with pen to make fake stitches, etc... Many weeks or months had gone by. And my Mother being ever on top of things notices what the current condition of my doll is. And REACTS.

"WHO DID THIS?!?" My response at first is stark fear and silence. Then I'm thinking "It happened a long time ago" (to a 6 year old anyways...) "Why is it a problem now?" To us kids, if it didn't get noticed and punished within a fairly short period of time, then some sort of statute of limitations had run out and we should have been scott free. I react that way now. If something happens, or someone has a bone to pick with me, pick it now or forever hold your peace. I consider the matter over and done with. If something hasn't been noticed and a bit of time has passed then it's 'Sorry Charlie...'

Another footnote to this entry is that it always pissed me off the way my belongings were treated as fair game and no thought what-so-ever was given to my feelings about it. I should start telling people, "Hey...Don't tread on me!" I'll kick your ass, lol.

On the Job front....

I reapplied as described in a previous entry. It's actually going ok. The benefits are considerably more costly, but they have given us a 10% increase in our hourly rate and I get the 3rd shift differential as well. What was a real pain in the ass was the fact that I couldn't just supply my SSN to them, I had to provide 2 additional forms of ID. Well Geezus Beezus... I seem to be the same chick that was accepted to work here 3 years ago! I was tempted to give a DNA sample and my fingerprints for them to send to Washington to confirm that yes indeedee doodle that I am who I am. It's all that Richard Cullen's fault! I don't know who irritates me more, him or the Tylenol guy.

Smoochies!