Life after No Carb Diet:
1. Eat 5 frosted mini wheats.
2. Take 8 hour nap.
I think I mentioned before that I lost about 60 lbs on my no-carb diet. But since I can no longer afford to go to the weightloss clinic that helped me do it (i.e. awesome hunger stopping drugs) I've been struggling to find a normal amount of carbs that will keep me full without knocking me out.
Curse you spaghetti! Why are you so good?!
In excellent news, my amazing husband nailed a job at a law firm as an intake clerk or something like that. He's explained it to me in detail, and It's not that I don't care enough to listen, it's just he tells me when the tv is on or when I just get home from a 10 hour shift.
I'm so proud of him. so proud that he is taking up this blog post where I originally intended to do another vest tutorial (a t-shirt surgery one) but now I'm hungry and tired and I think I've written enough for today.
I'll post it soon. promise.
Oh, and look at my etsy to see the new stuff I made! Some of it goes to charity.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Vest tutorial
I know the people who actually shop on Etsy are just there to steal ideas, so let me make it a little easier for you.
Start with a piece of knit fabric about 40” long and measure out two big right triangles.
put the pieces together and sew a straight stitch along one of the legs of the triangle.
now comes the tricky part: MATH!!!!
Measure 18” up from the unsewn leg of the triangle and 10” the sewn leg. Mark where the two points meet and measure 3” out from the mark on all sides. or be a nerd like me and use a protractor.
pin the pieces together and cut out the circle.
Finish the sleeves and edges if you want, but it dosent need it.
Start with a piece of knit fabric about 40” long and measure out two big right triangles.
put the pieces together and sew a straight stitch along one of the legs of the triangle.
now comes the tricky part: MATH!!!!
Measure 18” up from the unsewn leg of the triangle and 10” the sewn leg. Mark where the two points meet and measure 3” out from the mark on all sides. or be a nerd like me and use a protractor.
pin the pieces together and cut out the circle.
Finish the sleeves and edges if you want, but it dosent need it.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
New Sweatshop!
I'm always so perplexed when I have a day off. There's so much stuff I planned to do during the week that I completely forget about when I wake up. So I spend the morning in a slow moving daze, and then at 10pm, I remember all the crap just as I'm about to fall asleep.
And shaddup it feels good to fall asleep at 10.
Then there are some new things in my life that have been both good for me and bad for my productivity. Aside from the new job, my brother-in-law had to move in with us because he lost his job. (Due to a hernia! Retail is so backwards...) Since my old sewing room was the most promising bachelor pad, I relinquished it.
My husband, though, is the most wonderful living man on earth, and he built me a new sewing room. Which was NOT easy, as I will explain in far too much detail.
I live in the nicest house I've ever seen. Its the house my husband grew up in. His father was a class-act lawyer, JAG for the Air Force, and family man who unfortunately lost his battle with lung cancer in 2007. The house became too big for my mother-in-law, as both of her sons were away at college, and I moved in with her. The death caused a shockwave through everyone, and it was suddenly very hard for all of us to let go of things. Not necessarily for sentimental reasons, but also because the breadwinner was gone. Mrs. White especially held on to things she thought might have value if she needed to use it or sell it in a pinch.
Two and a half years have passed since then. My husband and I got married, graduated college, and moved back in so Hubby could go to law school without needing to panhandle. This resulted in more stuff.
Do you know how many coffee makers you acquire when you get married? And its even worse when you get married and don't immediately end up in your own place! I think we have about 8 coffee makers in this house, and that's after returning six!
I apologize to those of you who got us coffee makers for a wedding present. We really appreciated all of them! We just don't drink coffee enough to need one in every room of the house.
There were a few rooms in the house that had become unusable. They had become storage rooms, which turned into "I don't know where this is supposed to go so I'll just throw it in this room" to "I can only open this door halfway but I can't walk into the room." to "I think Hoover is stuck in that room...Should we just get a new cat?"
We had also turned my brother-in-law's old bedroom into an office/Mancave for my husband, which he NEEDED. I feel sorry for people who have to encounter him during exams. He's not mean or anything, he just gets...loopy. He wont eat or sleep, and he'll study so much that he'll expell legal jargon unprompted. When hes not mumbling anything law-related, he's saying things like "I forgot of ideas..." or "My move is stuck."
So I started to tackle one of these extra rooms. It was tough, because I didn't know exactly what the family held sacred and what it could part with. Surprisingly, a lot of it was just empty cardboard boxes or bins filled with empty plastic bags. things that probably would have been useful if they had a purpose.
Two garage sales and 3 trips to the salvation army later, and we could almost touch the back wall. Then my husband finished his first year at law school, slept for two days straight, AND CLEARED THE ROOM IN A DAY. and in that SAME day, he assembled a proper desk and work space for me, neatly put away all my fabrics, reconfigured the electricity (the room had no working lights before) AND vacuumed! This was all while I was at work, and after he and his brother converted my old sweatshop into a proper bedroom.
The new sweatshop has even less air conditioning than my first one, but it three times bigger, and its more secluded. I took a tip from John B Gorrie and made a few rudementary air conditioners with fans and frozen juice concentrate, so it's liveable.
You would think I would be sewing all the time now, with this new workspace, but the fact that my husband is done with school for a few weeks has also been hindering, because he's just so much fun!
My last day off I woke up to him bringing me breakfast in bed. We saw Robin Hood, got some food, and then just played all day. We read a book together, played some vidja games, watched cartoons. Then the next day I realized the skirt I had planned to make for work had not made itself. Lazy skirt.
I think today is going to be another one of those days. I know I need to finish a dress I'm making for my sister, and two bags for people at work. I also wanted to take my nice camera to the marsh and take pictures of my beloved Florida before the oil spill destroys it.
I'm praying real hard that we dont get hit with a hurricane before this is over. Florida is an aquifer. We're a giant sponge. It could doom the entire state.
And I wanted to retire here.
Ok I'm down off my soap box. Here's some stuff I have made, er... recently.
Jacket for my little sister.
And shaddup it feels good to fall asleep at 10.
Then there are some new things in my life that have been both good for me and bad for my productivity. Aside from the new job, my brother-in-law had to move in with us because he lost his job. (Due to a hernia! Retail is so backwards...) Since my old sewing room was the most promising bachelor pad, I relinquished it.
My husband, though, is the most wonderful living man on earth, and he built me a new sewing room. Which was NOT easy, as I will explain in far too much detail.
I live in the nicest house I've ever seen. Its the house my husband grew up in. His father was a class-act lawyer, JAG for the Air Force, and family man who unfortunately lost his battle with lung cancer in 2007. The house became too big for my mother-in-law, as both of her sons were away at college, and I moved in with her. The death caused a shockwave through everyone, and it was suddenly very hard for all of us to let go of things. Not necessarily for sentimental reasons, but also because the breadwinner was gone. Mrs. White especially held on to things she thought might have value if she needed to use it or sell it in a pinch.
Two and a half years have passed since then. My husband and I got married, graduated college, and moved back in so Hubby could go to law school without needing to panhandle. This resulted in more stuff.
Do you know how many coffee makers you acquire when you get married? And its even worse when you get married and don't immediately end up in your own place! I think we have about 8 coffee makers in this house, and that's after returning six!
I apologize to those of you who got us coffee makers for a wedding present. We really appreciated all of them! We just don't drink coffee enough to need one in every room of the house.
There were a few rooms in the house that had become unusable. They had become storage rooms, which turned into "I don't know where this is supposed to go so I'll just throw it in this room" to "I can only open this door halfway but I can't walk into the room." to "I think Hoover is stuck in that room...Should we just get a new cat?"
We had also turned my brother-in-law's old bedroom into an office/Mancave for my husband, which he NEEDED. I feel sorry for people who have to encounter him during exams. He's not mean or anything, he just gets...loopy. He wont eat or sleep, and he'll study so much that he'll expell legal jargon unprompted. When hes not mumbling anything law-related, he's saying things like "I forgot of ideas..." or "My move is stuck."
So I started to tackle one of these extra rooms. It was tough, because I didn't know exactly what the family held sacred and what it could part with. Surprisingly, a lot of it was just empty cardboard boxes or bins filled with empty plastic bags. things that probably would have been useful if they had a purpose.
Two garage sales and 3 trips to the salvation army later, and we could almost touch the back wall. Then my husband finished his first year at law school, slept for two days straight, AND CLEARED THE ROOM IN A DAY. and in that SAME day, he assembled a proper desk and work space for me, neatly put away all my fabrics, reconfigured the electricity (the room had no working lights before) AND vacuumed! This was all while I was at work, and after he and his brother converted my old sweatshop into a proper bedroom.
The new sweatshop has even less air conditioning than my first one, but it three times bigger, and its more secluded. I took a tip from John B Gorrie and made a few rudementary air conditioners with fans and frozen juice concentrate, so it's liveable.
You would think I would be sewing all the time now, with this new workspace, but the fact that my husband is done with school for a few weeks has also been hindering, because he's just so much fun!
My last day off I woke up to him bringing me breakfast in bed. We saw Robin Hood, got some food, and then just played all day. We read a book together, played some vidja games, watched cartoons. Then the next day I realized the skirt I had planned to make for work had not made itself. Lazy skirt.
I think today is going to be another one of those days. I know I need to finish a dress I'm making for my sister, and two bags for people at work. I also wanted to take my nice camera to the marsh and take pictures of my beloved Florida before the oil spill destroys it.
I'm praying real hard that we dont get hit with a hurricane before this is over. Florida is an aquifer. We're a giant sponge. It could doom the entire state.
And I wanted to retire here.
Ok I'm down off my soap box. Here's some stuff I have made, er... recently.
Jacket for my little sister.Thursday, May 13, 2010
i will edit this tomorrow.
you know how sometimes at a restaurant you eat so much that your gut hurts, but then you end up sitting at the table talking for a while, and without even realizing it, you pick up the complimentary bread and eat more? You are full, but you can still shove a bit more in your gullet, so you do it compulsively. the feeling of satisfaction begins to form sickening guilt, but you cant stop.
THATS ME WITH FABRIC.
and the sad thing is, I DON'T EVEN WORK AT THE FABRIC STORE ANYMORE!
i got into some disagreements with individual employees and managers, stated my issues to the proper office, and waited patiently as nothing was done. Then, when i told a co-worker that i was considering calling human resources about some problems, she warned me not to call. She said she had called them herself to complain about a manager, but then HR called the manager she complained about and told her that she had complained. THEY USED HER NAME! it's supposed to be confidential!
now, as you may know, my husband is a lawyer, so I know that it is illegal for the manager to retaliate on the employee for having called and complained, but in the corporate world, its only retaliation if it is an event that can be documented on paper, such as a demotion or termination. its hard to document backhanded compliments, catty remarks and general douche-baggery.
i dont think my issues were really that whiney either. a few months ago, they were having the roof repaired (it leaked in some areas), but the roofing crew they hired (and by hired i mean picked them up behind the home depot and paid them in travelers checks and mountain dew.) caused more trouble than the occasional leak. I expected some banging noises and the smell of tar to permeate the building for a few days, but then some sort of dust began to fall in huge clumps. If it came in contact with some people's skin, they would break out into an itchy rash. and it contained rust, so it would stain any light colored fabric it touched. when i first saw it falling, I roped off the aisle with caution tape and warned customers to ask for assistance instead of venturing into the drop zone for their clearance priced christoper lowell drapery rods. I asked my manager to make a sign to warn customers about the falling debris, but he just rolled his eyes at me and called me "chicken little." Then chunks of METAL started falling, and I noticed a GIANT @#$K ALL CRACK IN THE CEILING STEMMING FROM THE ENORMOUS HANGING AIR CONDITIONING UNIT. By this time, another manager had taken down my precautionary tape, so I put more up. she took it down again, but this time, she dragged me away from a line of customers to watch her take down the tape, and said "don't put anymore signs up. just sweep it up as it falls."
not five minutes later a clump of ceiling dirt fell on me and my arms and face turned bright red. luckily, i was going home anyways so i immediately got in the shower and minimized any potential damage, though i did get blisters in and around my ears where i didn't scrub.
BUT THATS NOT ALL!
Yes, that can be considered an unsafe work environment, especially when i voiced my concerns and was told to "put on my big girl panties." One of the most frustrating things i felt though, was a complete lack of respect.
Now, I'm not saying that I automatically deserved respect, but i KNOW i earned it. I worked for that store for three years collectively, one of those years in management.While I was at my last store, sales were up, shrink was down, and my bosses told me that I had made improvements over the last supervisor.now, I think I've shown that I know a thing or two about fabrics, but still, when i would try to answer a customer's questions, there were a couple of girls who worked with me, we'll call them thing 1 and thing 2, that would stick their noses into my conversations and say "no you can't make a tie blanket with that fleece" even though i've done it and could explain how to manipulate and care for it correctly. Thing 1 would consistently undermind me and try to order me around where she had no business telling me to do anything. even the customers would pull me aside and say "what is that girl's problem?"
Thing 1 and 2 lived together, which is against policy, but not my place to enforce. the thing about it though, is they made costumes and sold them on ebay on the side. so of course they would buy a lot of fabric, but they would cut it for each other. My store had a policy that you could not cut your own fabric, because who's gonna stop you for getting five yards and paying for three? then again, who's gonna stop your roommate to whom you owe back rent?
Recently the store was audited, and it found that it was missing an amazing SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of merchandise! Am I implying that these girls stole sixty thousand dollars worth of stuff? if that were the case i would be impressed. i might even aplaud them. but because of this gross deficit, we were required to record every single inch of fabric that came to the counter.
Not a big deal right? that's my job anyway? the thing is that china, their big supplier, screws up a lot with measurments, and will sometimes send a bolt with 7 and a half yards when the store ordered 8. Or sometimes the fabric is a little crooked, and instead of just giving the customer that screwy piece and eating the three cents it costs, suddenly i have to cut it straight and throw away that fraction of an inch. Lastly, i dont know about the rest of the population, but my thumb is an inch wide, so when i roll out more than a yard, my thumb interferes with the measurments,
and have you ever tried to take away an inch of fabric from a quilter? you might as well try to take their leg.
my beef is this. I went to management about ithe thefts. other employees went to them about it. I encouraged customers to go to management about it, and the results? THEY GOT MORE HOURS.
they weren't the only ones who got away with stealing. you can steal pretty much anything from that store. i have been told by my managers that employees are not allowed to accuse customers of stealing, even if you see them take fabric off the bolt and shove it in their pants. (btw, that is the most popular way to do it!)
The icing on the cake should have been my first red flag though. i started working at this particular store some time in september. in november, near black friday, i was working with a woman who was notorious for disappearing as soon as there was any work to do. being the holiday season it was insanely busy, and my boss left me in charge of the counter. I stepped away for some reason, but when i came back, there were only two employees at the counter, confronted with a huge line of disgruntled customers. i called for the spacy woman to come back to the counter three times before she finally showed up, and when she did, she yelled across the floor, "there was no one here a minute ago!" I replied "well there are people here now, so you need to come cut." she then approached me with some fabric she was holding, and SHOVED ME LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD.
physical violence usually ends in someone getting fired right? NOT AT JOANNS!
Actually no, it ended with ME getting fired, but not for another six months. I told the MOD when it happened, but the MOD at the time was a sheepish woman, who said she would talk to the spacy woman about it. it wasnt until a few days later that i told another co-worker about it that some attention was brought to the incedent, and by then my boss told meit was too late, "it was my word against hers." and no actions could be taken.
So those are the three big issues i had with the company. other issues included major cuts in staff to the point where we couldnt even properly run the store, scheduling issues (i.e. I completely disappeared from the schedule for a week as the result of a "computer error" and it was not fixed. also, when i gave them my schedule for my other job[which i had to get to make up for the lack of working opportunities there] they of course, chose to schedule me for the exact same hours, so i had to call in to one job to work at the other.)
About a year ago, when i was still working at the tallahassee store, I called the St. Pete store to make sure i could transfer at my same rate of pay. Then, They told me it would be no big deal. The story was different after I actually moved. There were NO openings, and I had to wait about 3 months before a part time position opened up. by then i had lost my health benefits and had to take a cut in pay, but anyone looking for a job in the st pete area last year knows just how crappy the job market was then, so i took it, believing that i could easily get a raise. At my old store, good employees would get a dollar raise for each consecutive year they worked. I asked my new boss if i would get my raise after a year.
you would have thought i asked her to house an escaped mental patient. "No! even if you DO get a raise, it wont be a whole dollar."
I think I've efficiently explained how and why my dreams of working middle management at a fabric store were crushed like a snail on a driveway. so all of this, along with finding a TOTALLY AWESOME JOB AT A GREAT DEPARTMENT STORE, lead me to file my two weeks notice.
in my letter, i wrote how i was disappointed in what had happened to a once good company, and how i would love to stay if i thought i had any future. As i left that day,the store manager stopped me at the door, and said she hoped we could work things out, and that i still had my job if i changed my mind. It made me kind of remorseful. i went home and talked to the huzz about maybe trying to balance both jobs, because while my new job offered more steady pay and health coverage, Joanns was where i belonged.
so the next day, after my 8hr shift at my new job, I walked across the highway to joanns with a smile on my face.
Thing 1 greeted me at the counter with a sunshiny "you're not on the schedule i dont think you work today." and sure enough there were big black x's over my shifts.
I went to the office and asked the manager what was up, and her reply was "i dont know i just work here."
i got fired for quitting. even after the "can we still be friends" speech from the Store Manager. It would be one thing if I got a call saying not to come in. the worst part was they gave all my shifts to Thing 1. Insult to injury, bro. not only do you take my job, you then hand it over to the rudest, laziest, stupidest person available. OMGLOL.
The good news in all of this, and why i win, is i LOVE my new job. I don't want to say where, because I really can't find anything bad about this company and i dont want them to be brought down by my whiney dribble. It's a big department store though. If you havent been there, you've seen it in movies. particularly christmas movies.
I scored a full time job as the swimsuit girl, so the worst thing i have to do is help old ladies try on bathing suits, which I dont really mind doing because I like making people feel good about themselves, even if that means i have to look at them through their husband's eyes for a few fleeting moments before being repulsed by an abundance of body hair and moles.
lol i've never actually had to deal with that. the ladies that shop there are too rich to be ugly.
god I sound catty. sorry. I have issues with complaining when im happy.
I've worked there for like 2 months, and I've only seen 2 ladies in bathing suits, and both of them were so shy. They were embarrased to bring a friend to help them shop, and only asked my opinion out of desparation. both ladies were completely normal looking, not old or obese or anything, but one was afraid she was too fat, and one was afraid she was wearing a suit that was "too young for her." THEY BOTH LOOKED FINE! people are too self concious to be judgemental.
hooray for stream of conciousness. ive been writing for three hours.
RESULTS OF RECENT HAPPENINGS
-or-
THINGS I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT DOING:
just a regular blog. more for my benefit than yours. i dont have time to teach the internet to sew, though i would love to. ill still help anyone who asks (jessicawhite1985@gmail.com).
sew more. im kind of in a 1960's housewife funk. i think its from the department store.
curl my hair/ learn fingerwaves
build a better sweatshop.
a hip-hop dance aerobics class. (i'm too white. i need some...what do they call it?...moxie?...yeah im way too white.)
THATS ME WITH FABRIC.
and the sad thing is, I DON'T EVEN WORK AT THE FABRIC STORE ANYMORE!
i got into some disagreements with individual employees and managers, stated my issues to the proper office, and waited patiently as nothing was done. Then, when i told a co-worker that i was considering calling human resources about some problems, she warned me not to call. She said she had called them herself to complain about a manager, but then HR called the manager she complained about and told her that she had complained. THEY USED HER NAME! it's supposed to be confidential!
now, as you may know, my husband is a lawyer, so I know that it is illegal for the manager to retaliate on the employee for having called and complained, but in the corporate world, its only retaliation if it is an event that can be documented on paper, such as a demotion or termination. its hard to document backhanded compliments, catty remarks and general douche-baggery.
i dont think my issues were really that whiney either. a few months ago, they were having the roof repaired (it leaked in some areas), but the roofing crew they hired (and by hired i mean picked them up behind the home depot and paid them in travelers checks and mountain dew.) caused more trouble than the occasional leak. I expected some banging noises and the smell of tar to permeate the building for a few days, but then some sort of dust began to fall in huge clumps. If it came in contact with some people's skin, they would break out into an itchy rash. and it contained rust, so it would stain any light colored fabric it touched. when i first saw it falling, I roped off the aisle with caution tape and warned customers to ask for assistance instead of venturing into the drop zone for their clearance priced christoper lowell drapery rods. I asked my manager to make a sign to warn customers about the falling debris, but he just rolled his eyes at me and called me "chicken little." Then chunks of METAL started falling, and I noticed a GIANT @#$K ALL CRACK IN THE CEILING STEMMING FROM THE ENORMOUS HANGING AIR CONDITIONING UNIT. By this time, another manager had taken down my precautionary tape, so I put more up. she took it down again, but this time, she dragged me away from a line of customers to watch her take down the tape, and said "don't put anymore signs up. just sweep it up as it falls."
not five minutes later a clump of ceiling dirt fell on me and my arms and face turned bright red. luckily, i was going home anyways so i immediately got in the shower and minimized any potential damage, though i did get blisters in and around my ears where i didn't scrub.
BUT THATS NOT ALL!
Yes, that can be considered an unsafe work environment, especially when i voiced my concerns and was told to "put on my big girl panties." One of the most frustrating things i felt though, was a complete lack of respect.
Now, I'm not saying that I automatically deserved respect, but i KNOW i earned it. I worked for that store for three years collectively, one of those years in management.While I was at my last store, sales were up, shrink was down, and my bosses told me that I had made improvements over the last supervisor.now, I think I've shown that I know a thing or two about fabrics, but still, when i would try to answer a customer's questions, there were a couple of girls who worked with me, we'll call them thing 1 and thing 2, that would stick their noses into my conversations and say "no you can't make a tie blanket with that fleece" even though i've done it and could explain how to manipulate and care for it correctly. Thing 1 would consistently undermind me and try to order me around where she had no business telling me to do anything. even the customers would pull me aside and say "what is that girl's problem?"
Thing 1 and 2 lived together, which is against policy, but not my place to enforce. the thing about it though, is they made costumes and sold them on ebay on the side. so of course they would buy a lot of fabric, but they would cut it for each other. My store had a policy that you could not cut your own fabric, because who's gonna stop you for getting five yards and paying for three? then again, who's gonna stop your roommate to whom you owe back rent?
Recently the store was audited, and it found that it was missing an amazing SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of merchandise! Am I implying that these girls stole sixty thousand dollars worth of stuff? if that were the case i would be impressed. i might even aplaud them. but because of this gross deficit, we were required to record every single inch of fabric that came to the counter.
Not a big deal right? that's my job anyway? the thing is that china, their big supplier, screws up a lot with measurments, and will sometimes send a bolt with 7 and a half yards when the store ordered 8. Or sometimes the fabric is a little crooked, and instead of just giving the customer that screwy piece and eating the three cents it costs, suddenly i have to cut it straight and throw away that fraction of an inch. Lastly, i dont know about the rest of the population, but my thumb is an inch wide, so when i roll out more than a yard, my thumb interferes with the measurments,
and have you ever tried to take away an inch of fabric from a quilter? you might as well try to take their leg.
my beef is this. I went to management about ithe thefts. other employees went to them about it. I encouraged customers to go to management about it, and the results? THEY GOT MORE HOURS.
they weren't the only ones who got away with stealing. you can steal pretty much anything from that store. i have been told by my managers that employees are not allowed to accuse customers of stealing, even if you see them take fabric off the bolt and shove it in their pants. (btw, that is the most popular way to do it!)
The icing on the cake should have been my first red flag though. i started working at this particular store some time in september. in november, near black friday, i was working with a woman who was notorious for disappearing as soon as there was any work to do. being the holiday season it was insanely busy, and my boss left me in charge of the counter. I stepped away for some reason, but when i came back, there were only two employees at the counter, confronted with a huge line of disgruntled customers. i called for the spacy woman to come back to the counter three times before she finally showed up, and when she did, she yelled across the floor, "there was no one here a minute ago!" I replied "well there are people here now, so you need to come cut." she then approached me with some fabric she was holding, and SHOVED ME LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD.
physical violence usually ends in someone getting fired right? NOT AT JOANNS!
Actually no, it ended with ME getting fired, but not for another six months. I told the MOD when it happened, but the MOD at the time was a sheepish woman, who said she would talk to the spacy woman about it. it wasnt until a few days later that i told another co-worker about it that some attention was brought to the incedent, and by then my boss told meit was too late, "it was my word against hers." and no actions could be taken.
So those are the three big issues i had with the company. other issues included major cuts in staff to the point where we couldnt even properly run the store, scheduling issues (i.e. I completely disappeared from the schedule for a week as the result of a "computer error" and it was not fixed. also, when i gave them my schedule for my other job[which i had to get to make up for the lack of working opportunities there] they of course, chose to schedule me for the exact same hours, so i had to call in to one job to work at the other.)
About a year ago, when i was still working at the tallahassee store, I called the St. Pete store to make sure i could transfer at my same rate of pay. Then, They told me it would be no big deal. The story was different after I actually moved. There were NO openings, and I had to wait about 3 months before a part time position opened up. by then i had lost my health benefits and had to take a cut in pay, but anyone looking for a job in the st pete area last year knows just how crappy the job market was then, so i took it, believing that i could easily get a raise. At my old store, good employees would get a dollar raise for each consecutive year they worked. I asked my new boss if i would get my raise after a year.
you would have thought i asked her to house an escaped mental patient. "No! even if you DO get a raise, it wont be a whole dollar."
I think I've efficiently explained how and why my dreams of working middle management at a fabric store were crushed like a snail on a driveway. so all of this, along with finding a TOTALLY AWESOME JOB AT A GREAT DEPARTMENT STORE, lead me to file my two weeks notice.
in my letter, i wrote how i was disappointed in what had happened to a once good company, and how i would love to stay if i thought i had any future. As i left that day,the store manager stopped me at the door, and said she hoped we could work things out, and that i still had my job if i changed my mind. It made me kind of remorseful. i went home and talked to the huzz about maybe trying to balance both jobs, because while my new job offered more steady pay and health coverage, Joanns was where i belonged.
so the next day, after my 8hr shift at my new job, I walked across the highway to joanns with a smile on my face.
Thing 1 greeted me at the counter with a sunshiny "you're not on the schedule i dont think you work today." and sure enough there were big black x's over my shifts.
I went to the office and asked the manager what was up, and her reply was "i dont know i just work here."
i got fired for quitting. even after the "can we still be friends" speech from the Store Manager. It would be one thing if I got a call saying not to come in. the worst part was they gave all my shifts to Thing 1. Insult to injury, bro. not only do you take my job, you then hand it over to the rudest, laziest, stupidest person available. OMGLOL.
The good news in all of this, and why i win, is i LOVE my new job. I don't want to say where, because I really can't find anything bad about this company and i dont want them to be brought down by my whiney dribble. It's a big department store though. If you havent been there, you've seen it in movies. particularly christmas movies.
I scored a full time job as the swimsuit girl, so the worst thing i have to do is help old ladies try on bathing suits, which I dont really mind doing because I like making people feel good about themselves, even if that means i have to look at them through their husband's eyes for a few fleeting moments before being repulsed by an abundance of body hair and moles.
lol i've never actually had to deal with that. the ladies that shop there are too rich to be ugly.
god I sound catty. sorry. I have issues with complaining when im happy.
I've worked there for like 2 months, and I've only seen 2 ladies in bathing suits, and both of them were so shy. They were embarrased to bring a friend to help them shop, and only asked my opinion out of desparation. both ladies were completely normal looking, not old or obese or anything, but one was afraid she was too fat, and one was afraid she was wearing a suit that was "too young for her." THEY BOTH LOOKED FINE! people are too self concious to be judgemental.
hooray for stream of conciousness. ive been writing for three hours.
RESULTS OF RECENT HAPPENINGS
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THINGS I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT DOING:
just a regular blog. more for my benefit than yours. i dont have time to teach the internet to sew, though i would love to. ill still help anyone who asks (jessicawhite1985@gmail.com).
sew more. im kind of in a 1960's housewife funk. i think its from the department store.
curl my hair/ learn fingerwaves
build a better sweatshop.
a hip-hop dance aerobics class. (i'm too white. i need some...what do they call it?...moxie?...yeah im way too white.)
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
For the Love of Florida
I'm out of the loop quite often, but in my boredom-induced internet bumbling, I have learned that one of the new designers on Project Runway is from my neck of the woods!
Ben Chmura apparently resides in Tampa, and won a Best of the Bay award a few years ago. His name sounded familiar, and I'm awaiting a response from my sister to see if she knows him. If anyone knows anyone in Tampa it's her. I live nearly an hour and a half away from her, and I still have people that ask if I know Erica Heiden. Its kind of disconcerting to have people ask which fabrics are suitable for dance costumes in the same sentence that they inquire about the members of my family...
Anyways, I'm excited to see what this chap has to offer. He's a transplant, originally a New-Englander, so I'm a bit worried on how he plans to represent MY Florida.
I HATE the fact that when most people think of Florida fashion, they instantly go to flamingo pinks and mint greens, oversized button-down shirts and strawhats, and old people. Yes, that is what makes Florida appear so appealing to the rest of the nation, which is apparently made up of only wheat and corn, (I'm lookin at you Nebraska!) or sleet and disdain. (Seattle, anyone?)
I blame Hemingway. As the holder of a degree in English, I am required by law to love him, whether I like it or not. But he ruined my state! He turned Florida into Key West! It's not all beaches and bars here. I would much rather have Zora Neale Hurston's view on the land be the authority.
When I see My Florida in my head, I see the muted colors of the buildings where cement was mixed with sand. I see palmetto green flora and amethyst clouds. I see the mahogany branches of the mangroves and the still, black water shimmering on an alligator's nose. And nowhere in sight are there mouse-ears or t-shirts that say "Hog's breath is better than no breath at all."
Natural Florida is a force to be reconed with. If you've ever seen the plant life, you know how hardcore it is. Grass is not natural here. All the lush lawns you see were brought here from other places and need special conditions just to survive against our badass plants. Look at sawgrass! Let's see your pretty lawn fight off that mofo! Plantlife here has evolved in many crazy ways to survive the climate. Most are just green, with no flowers, and rigid, sharp edges. Sometimes I wonder what the Spanish were thinking when they called this place "land of the flowers"
The plants are all such vicious contenders in the botany world, that they can't even fight each other, and when they get overgrown, we have to burn them all down! It's called prescribed burning. That's why Smokey the Bear now says "Only you can prevent wildfires!" instead of "forrest fires". Cause our forrests deserve it when they wont play nice.
And before you freak out and say prescribed burning is unnatural and detrimental, just know that there are a lot of thunderstorms here for a reason. Tampa is the lightning capital of the western hemisphere (apparently Nepal is the world capital), and when people don't set those fires, nature sets them herself. She gave us the idea.
The people who live here, too, have to be pretty hardcore just to survive. The majority of the state was originally swampland, and had to be worked and drained to make it liveable. There are still large areas that are uninhabitable. And the weather is pretty unique. Hot and humid. Not only are you hot, but YOU CAN'T SWEAT na-na-na-boo-boo!
I went to Vegas on my honeymoon. In August. So I know NOW that Florida is not nearly as bad as it gets when it comes to heat. Let it be known that I DID pass out after a short walk from the Venetian to Caesar's Palace. You can't sweat there either folks. It evaporates before it even gets out of your skin!
If I were to ever given the chance to reinstate Florida fashion, I would take inspiration from the rugged swamp, and make all my fabrics out of linen, rayon, cotton and bamboo. Light stuff designed for hot, sticky weather. I would do away with the Key West/ South Beach air, embroidered souvenier t-shirts, and maxi dresses. I will allow the flip-flop as long as it is tastefully done. None of this plastic B.S.
I just hope this snowbird on Project Runway dosen't taint my state's already bad name. Represent, my homie! Please, please, represent.
Ben Chmura apparently resides in Tampa, and won a Best of the Bay award a few years ago. His name sounded familiar, and I'm awaiting a response from my sister to see if she knows him. If anyone knows anyone in Tampa it's her. I live nearly an hour and a half away from her, and I still have people that ask if I know Erica Heiden. Its kind of disconcerting to have people ask which fabrics are suitable for dance costumes in the same sentence that they inquire about the members of my family...
Anyways, I'm excited to see what this chap has to offer. He's a transplant, originally a New-Englander, so I'm a bit worried on how he plans to represent MY Florida.
I HATE the fact that when most people think of Florida fashion, they instantly go to flamingo pinks and mint greens, oversized button-down shirts and strawhats, and old people. Yes, that is what makes Florida appear so appealing to the rest of the nation, which is apparently made up of only wheat and corn, (I'm lookin at you Nebraska!) or sleet and disdain. (Seattle, anyone?)
I blame Hemingway. As the holder of a degree in English, I am required by law to love him, whether I like it or not. But he ruined my state! He turned Florida into Key West! It's not all beaches and bars here. I would much rather have Zora Neale Hurston's view on the land be the authority.
When I see My Florida in my head, I see the muted colors of the buildings where cement was mixed with sand. I see palmetto green flora and amethyst clouds. I see the mahogany branches of the mangroves and the still, black water shimmering on an alligator's nose. And nowhere in sight are there mouse-ears or t-shirts that say "Hog's breath is better than no breath at all."
Natural Florida is a force to be reconed with. If you've ever seen the plant life, you know how hardcore it is. Grass is not natural here. All the lush lawns you see were brought here from other places and need special conditions just to survive against our badass plants. Look at sawgrass! Let's see your pretty lawn fight off that mofo! Plantlife here has evolved in many crazy ways to survive the climate. Most are just green, with no flowers, and rigid, sharp edges. Sometimes I wonder what the Spanish were thinking when they called this place "land of the flowers"
The plants are all such vicious contenders in the botany world, that they can't even fight each other, and when they get overgrown, we have to burn them all down! It's called prescribed burning. That's why Smokey the Bear now says "Only you can prevent wildfires!" instead of "forrest fires". Cause our forrests deserve it when they wont play nice.
And before you freak out and say prescribed burning is unnatural and detrimental, just know that there are a lot of thunderstorms here for a reason. Tampa is the lightning capital of the western hemisphere (apparently Nepal is the world capital), and when people don't set those fires, nature sets them herself. She gave us the idea.
The people who live here, too, have to be pretty hardcore just to survive. The majority of the state was originally swampland, and had to be worked and drained to make it liveable. There are still large areas that are uninhabitable. And the weather is pretty unique. Hot and humid. Not only are you hot, but YOU CAN'T SWEAT na-na-na-boo-boo!
I went to Vegas on my honeymoon. In August. So I know NOW that Florida is not nearly as bad as it gets when it comes to heat. Let it be known that I DID pass out after a short walk from the Venetian to Caesar's Palace. You can't sweat there either folks. It evaporates before it even gets out of your skin!
If I were to ever given the chance to reinstate Florida fashion, I would take inspiration from the rugged swamp, and make all my fabrics out of linen, rayon, cotton and bamboo. Light stuff designed for hot, sticky weather. I would do away with the Key West/ South Beach air, embroidered souvenier t-shirts, and maxi dresses. I will allow the flip-flop as long as it is tastefully done. None of this plastic B.S.
I just hope this snowbird on Project Runway dosen't taint my state's already bad name. Represent, my homie! Please, please, represent.
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