A Very Short Fuse. in A New Beginning

I used to be Ms. Nice Girl. I thought a lot of nasty thoughts but did not say them because I reeeeeeeally didn’t like confrontation, especially at work.

Now I am almost sixty and I have a very short fuse. When things piss me off, I voice it. I don’t really give a rat’s ass who hears me. This year we have a new manager at work. I don’t dislike her at all. She is making A LOT of changes, but they need to be made, because our manager-who-just-retired, Sophia, had become very lax. We had workers who just plain didn’t want to work very hard, and she let them not work much.....at the expense of ME and a few others who did work. And boy, she didn’t work either!! If She saw someone else bustin’ their poor ass trying to get stuff done (and that really was usually me) while over there, three or four people were just standing around blabbing, she always joined the group that was blabbing. I USED TO GET SO FUCKIN’ MAD.

Well, now, with our new manager Jane, EVERYONE WORKS. Including Jane!! She works!! And plus, she has all these great ideas, ways of doing things that is just BETTER and EASIER. So really, when I look at it that way.....and that IS the way it is....I guess I don’t actually have a damn thing to complain about. So, gee, in spite of my title, I guess I’m not going to go on a major bitchfest after all! I am just cranky and testy because it was a sorely trying day. The menu we were serving was more work than it needed to be. Jane saw the parts that were excessive, and the next time, things will be changed up.

I have a dr’s appointment tomorrow, not about my spine issues this time! It’s something that sounds kinda stupid, really. I hope it IS stupid! Just all of a sudden, about six weeks ago, I developed a dark spot in or on the lower corner of my big toenail on my right foot. It’s like, all my life it wasn’t there, and then one day it WAS there. Now, I wouldn’t really think anything much about this, except that three years ago my co-worker Davita had to have a biopsy on one of her fingers because of a black line on her fingernail. Remembering this, I looked up “black spot on toenail” on the internet, and there was all this stuff about how it COULD be melanoma! :oO !!

Well, the stupid receptionist I talked to when I called to make the appointment acted like this was the weirdest reason for seeing a doctor she ever heard of. “Well the internet is not really a very good place to get medical information,” she said. Ya know, actually, it damn well can be! But whatever. I have an appointment. I hope it’s nothing. The dr. will probably send me to a specialist, a podiatrist I guess. If he acts like it’s weird for me to be concerned about my toe-spot, I’m just going to smack him upside the head!

Well shoot, this entry isn’t much, but I’m gonna post it. It has been awhile since I wrote here and I want to stick to this place. I like writing here! :o)