I hate Sysco Denver

At the beginning of the year, Philip was switched to a 5:30pm to 2am schedule at work.  Well, my boss suggested that I switch to an 8am to 3pm schedule so that I could at least see him for a little while each day during the week.  

It has been fantastic.  I see him for about 40 minutes (if I get off work on time) Monday through Thursday.  I know it sounds like nothing, but when you're used to nothing, 40 minutes makes a ton of difference.  

Well, last night, Philip was informed that he was being switched back to a 5pm to 1:30am schedule.  That just sucks.  That means that I will see him for about 10 minutes... and possibly none if I don't get out of work at exactly 3:00 (which, let's face it -- our tenants like to have emergencies at the time I'm supposed to be leaving work).  

I am pissed.  I was so used to actually see him during the week and now I don't want to give it up.  I hate this.  I cried and cried last night.  It's just not fair.  Everything was going great.  I don't want to give up seeing Philip.  

My boss says that Philip should try to find another job.  There's a problem with that.  Where is Philip going to find a job that is going to pay as well with as good of benefits that has a day-shift schedule instead of nights?  It's not going to happen.

The same goes for me.  I love my job.  I get paid well and have good benefits.  I also actually have a fantastic boss.  I am not going to find a job working nights that will have all of those benefits.  I tried.  

I am probably going to have to shift my sleep schedule.  I finally got on a normal sleep schedule, but this sleep schedule isn't going to allow me to see Philip.  I'm going to have to sleep when I get home from work and then get up when Philip gets home from work if I want to see him.  

I keep trying to tell myself that there is a light at the end of the tunnel... it's just really far off. Philip and I plan to continue to save and build our credit.  Then, in the next 4 to 5 years, we will buy a house and start a family.  And then I will be a stay at home mom.  Then I'll actually see my husband during the week.  And it will be glorious.  

I hate that it's so far off, but Philip is definitely worth it.  :)

Sweetie

I hate being called sweetie by anyone I don't know.  The same goes for honey or sugar or any other "cute" name.  If I have never met you before, I'm certainly not your "sweetie."  It drives me bonkers.  

It bothers me slightly less if the person is elderly.  I mean, they're set in their ways by this point in their life and  they probably have grandchildren my age (and might have difficulty remembering my name).  However, if it's someone my age or even into their 30s or even 40s, I want to reach out and slap them.  

I realize that I am a cute girl.  I look sweet and I'm really nice to you.  That just means that I am fantastic at my job.  I make you feel comfortable and you like me.  However, once you call me "sweetie," it makes my job a whole lot harder and my blood pressure raises.  

Even if I'm cute or sweet, I am still in a professional position and expect to be taken seriously.  Would it be acceptable for me to call all of our tenants "honey"?  I think not.  So, why do people think it's okay to call me that?  UGH!  I just want to shake some people!  You can be courteous and still be professional!  Find the line, people!

Trust and Secrets

I am not a person of many secrets. I mean, I keep to myself for the most part, but there aren't a lot of juicy details that people would really care about anyway. However, there are a few secrets that I have and hold dear. There are not many people that I would trust with those secrets.

There is one secret in particular that I told someone. I expected that person to keep my confidence and not tell anyone that secret. I thought that my trust was well placed considering that it was my own father that I told. I was wrong.

It came to my attention today that my dad told my secret to not just one person, but SEVERAL people. Not only that, but those people are known for not being able to keep secrets themselves. Why? I don't really know. My mom says it's because he just can't keep a secret. I don't see that as an adequate excuse.

I am fuming. First of all, just because someone told the secret. Second of all, because it was my dad. There are few people that I trust as it is. That's one less person.

Not only that, but now I can't have my mother as a confidant either because I know that she will tell my dad any secrets that I tell her. I understand that. I tell Philip everything. However, I also know that I can trust Philip to never tell a soul if I ask him not to.

I don't care if you don't think a secret is important or not. You should never give up a person's secrets. If someone tells me something in confidence, I will take it to my grave. I have held other people's secrets for years. I don't understand how people can break their friend's or family member's trust so easily.

I am angry. I am hurt. My muscles are all tense and my head is killing me because of it. I just don't understand.