Archive | September, 2010

3 sides to every story… Maybe I am wrong?

3 Sep

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t ’bout how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!” –
Rocky Balboa:

I found that in my archives… That  describes my life since Nov 5th!   I have taken hit after hit and I have just kept on going ( I haven’t had a choice in the matter…  I am NO quitter I’ve done enough of that in my lifetime)

I haven’t been myself lately… 
I gotta be honest with you guys.  I took a hit..  A good one! 

No, other way to sugar coat. The  company I was volunteering for discriminated against because of my health. (I question this because, I really do not want to believe it…  But, read on and tell me what you think…)
 However,  the “company” pretty much covered their tracks very well.  I was volunteering but, getting paid mileage and per-diem, staying in nice hotels, babysitting and doing something I was really good at, not to mention I was “happy”. 
On the downside,  I allowed it interrupt my life, working out and everything like that.  I thought at the time it was all worth that. 
I still ate right, worked out, just not with a personal trainer which I missed more than words can say.  
I thought maybe this might lead to something  bigger and better.  I thought I was right where I needed to be.   
How stupid and wrong was I? 
In my eyes I am a rock star.  (how else can I think of myself??)

I learned a fantastic lesson…  One that I will take with me, and never forget.
How could I think that I was *that* important, that they didn’t have 100000000 people lined up for what I was doing…??? 
I am replaceable, and they showed me that this weekend. 
I am disposable.  I am not an asset to them. And they could  careless about me OUCH!

My husband still works with this program I will refrain from saying what the program is, I don’t want to reflect badly on him.  This has nothing to do with him or the sector he works with, just the sector I worked with.  I was moved from the event sector, to working with teens(babysitting), even though I told them, that it was not my preference to work with children, I am with children 24/7 (I have four of them and I don’t want to babysit somebody else which is why I changed my major in the first place) and I think my talents and skills and better suited with the adult/event sector.  They knew this yet, I got stuck with the children(babysitting). 
No clue. 
And me being the team player that I am did it with a smile on my face and was very happy doing so(I thought if I showed I was a game player, it would lead to something bigger and better). 

A few weeks ago-  I got hit in the head with modeling clay…I know it seems so silly right? 
Not when it’s the size of a soft ball and it was the kind that dries pretty much within mins.  
By a teen using his wonderful softball arm. 
And as a result to all of this I ended up in the ER with a concussion. 

Here are the complications of the matter: 
 A.  I am on a blood thinner and I bruise 100% easier than your average person.  
B. To add insult to injury I had a procedure that Thursday.  And they took a good amount of biopsies from me. (Truthfully I probably should have taken that weekend to just kick back, but, me being me, I opted to work. )  
C.. I have some other stuff going on with my head but, it’s a moot point. 

We will fast forward to this past week.  I called the director on Tuesday (I left 3 messages) Then I called another person and she said yes I would be needed. 
I got to the Westin.  Only to be pulled aside  by the director and asked about my health problems (I could have burned her butt for violating my HIPPA -I gladly offered her  reassurance that not I was not a liability and I was not going to drop dead at any moment,  for crying out  loud I am training for a 1/2 marathon … ) I was still sent away.  Don’t get me wrong the director was really nice about it.  She said she had an over abundance of volunteers and that’s the reason why.  I didn’t hear about anybody else going home. 
What I heard was they shifted people around.  
But, no orders were drawn up for me this weekend and I didn’t get a phone call… 

So, yeah who gets fired from a volunteer position? 

ME! (No, my ego didn’t take a hit..)

(sarcasm) So, it’s not OK for them to use me, but, It’s Ok for them to use my idea’s Cause they are.    I’m hurt, I am human.  
It will pass. And when my husband has events I will walk in with a smile on my face.  And greet everybody in my jovial happy self. 

Life will disappoint you. 
It’s hard.
What are you going to do?
You smile, and keep going! 

And anyways… it’s 5k season…  working with them would’ve interrupted that!! So run and  tell DAT HOMBOI (Ha!)