IT'S SATURDAY.....WHAT'S GNU??

Eileen,

Sorry to hear how you feel about your work and feeling like you have no purpose. Also being too depressed to post. I have felt that way for quite some time. My career was also my purpose and now I have a job that is just a job. So I get it. I am reminded by others how grateful I should be that I have a job in this economy with so many including my wonderful brother out of work but I cannot help feeling the way I feel.

I view others as having a life when I don't but on the other hand I have done nothing active to get one either. I applaud you for keeping you weight off despite the life challenges though.

Karen

Okay, Janet and my buddies, I need to vent and as always, you folks are the ones who will listen.

I'm feeling like emotional crap. As you know (or maybe don't) I'm the outsider at work, the one who's not from Arkansas or "one of them". They tried to make me feel a part of the gang when I started, but more and more I feel left out. My work station is not within the area that the three other stylists work, so physically I'm a little way away from conversations and goings on. They have all worked together for 2-3 years longer than I've been there, so they have a closer bond anyway.
While I'm off on Thursdays they have lots of fun playing around and cutting up , which I hear all about on Fridays. They're not mean about it, I just don't think they realize how it effects me. Then, yesterday they were having water pistol fights. The massage therapist had brought in Halloween goodies on Thursday and put a water gun on each station. There wasn't one on mine, didn't know a thing about it until everyone started squirting each other and I asked where mine was. Angela said she had put one on my station, that someone must have grabbed it so they'd have two to shoot with. I know I'm being childish and petty, but my feelings are bruised and, well, never apologize for how you feel, right?

Then, my business stinks, I'm making about 60% less than this time last year.
AND SaintBella isn't going anywhere quickly, Tess and the graphics person seem to always have excuses for why they can't work on one thing or another. I hate to say anything to Tess, she's been dealing with family issues and all, but geez, I'm into this for thousands of $$ and I'm ready to chuck it all.

To boot....I've gained 5 lbs and refuse to buy big girl panties and I'm getting "visible panty lines" because of it.

At least it's not raining today. Maybe the moss on my a** will go away now.

Thanks for being here. I know my troubles are nothing in comparison to what some are dealing with, but I needed my sistah's shoulders to cry on.  

Go ahead, Susan, vent away. We all need some place to do it. If I didn't have some place to air my feelings, I'd go stark raving mad. If you ever need to talk, call me. We can cry together.

Thanks, Eileen. Appreciate it!

I had a chat with the owner today, a real heart to heart. She said that they all think that I'm more "refined" then they are, that I must think they're bumpkins or something. Geez, they're the ones with all the manners and Southern " it's impolite to take the last piece of pie(or cake, or casserole, or chip in the bag)" charm!  Finally, when I started to cry I think she got the message that my feelings really were hurt.
Maybe next week will be better.

Thanks again

 Dear Lil' One, Can you feel my hugs coming your way.
How about starting a - have fun day- starting at your station.
It really won't have to cost anything.
Maybe do one of the old time story telling games, like we all did when we went on car trips.
You start , point at the next person, they tell the next chapter, and so on.
I know it sounds a bit kid-ish, but is on the same vane as the others in your shop.
I have a feeling you can come up with  a lot of fun things to do.
And hey, Cali girls rule, Hugs young-un, Peg

Hey my friend,
Remember a long time ago a secret pal had sent me a set of Questions for Girlfriends game? There were like 60 cards with cute questions you asked that prompted discussion. I did it here for awhile, and it was so much fun.  There were questions about first dates, jobs, pets, all sorts of things. I tossed it one day while cleaning, now I wish I had it back. Maybe I can find one on Amazon.com.

Thanks for jogging my memory!  You're a peach!

 Upity, You my dear are anything but. Your giving spirt just glows around you.
Things don't change , even after we get a few years under our belts.  
Being the new kid on the block, even after all this time. O'Well.
Can I tell you a story.
We  bought land in Ark. years ago.
We went back to visit with family and came home lands owners.
While we were there, The Honey Man wanted to go see one of his Aunts.This Aunt had married into the family , she was from Mississippi.
So , off we go out to the country. As we were sitting there talking, the Aunt said to my very own Husband.  Honey, when it is just family here, I have something to tell you. I looked around , and the only other air breather was her Little black dog. 
We laugh about the snub now, but back then I was put lower than a Lil' black dog.
If I'm the peach, Your the cream on top. Better days are a comin, Peg

Yeah, that's life here in AR. Wonder what secrets she told that little black dog of hers?

Thanks for the boost. You are such a dear. Times like this make me want to still live in Ca so we could each drive half way and hug.

Love ya!

Sorry to hear you are having struggles at work and with your home business and gaining a bit of weight. I got the impression that you are a really strong person though when we met. I know you will get through these challenges in a positive way. Glad you had the talk with your boss and that she seemed to really get how you are feeling. Hope all gets better soon.

Sending a hug from Houston.

Karen

Aw, Karen, you're a sweetie!

Yes, the talk helped, Then, last night, I found out that our former massage therapist, just 30 yrs old, is in her final days of her battle with a brain tumor. Put everything into perspective. Quickly!

Hugs back from AR!

Love ya