I wrote a while back about why I don’t like working for other people. One of the reasons is the last corporation I worked for was notorious for hiring on a bunch of new hires then pulling some stupid corporate performance management crap and firing them right at the end of their ninety day period. They always made up some stupid excuse, such as bad performance reviews, to do it. Something you can’t fight against, then your file gets sealed. I think that the worse of it, though, was that they were working me 12 hour days, 4 days a week, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday. A lot of times, I would work 5 12’s, and the day I was fired, I was on day 6. Two days before I hit the ninety mark. I knew they were doing evaluations that morning, since I had seen the girls on either side of me go into “The Office” and come out upset.

When I was called in, I figured what was going to happen. I had already gotten my stuff together so that I could just toss it in my bag, but yeah. I went into “The Office” and was told, by the floor manager who was never around during the 90 days, that my error rate was too high during the period I was monitored. Oddly enough, it was the day I got all the screwed up batches. Conspiracy? Sure. Corporate crap? Definitely.

Sometimes, I get to thinking about moving. Especially the days when it’s REALLY cold. I think about moving back to Vegas sometimes. I miss living in a city, especially when I want to go to a store and buy yarn or when I want to have more than one choice of stores to get yarn at. Locally I have the choice of Wal-Mart or K-Mart. In Vegas, there was Michaels and A.C. Moore and other stores.

I miss the fountain shows at the Bellagio. I miss standing on the sidewalk, listening to the music, watching the fountains dance back and forth. I miss the different free activities, including the water show at Excalibur. I miss having things that I can do when the mood strikes and being able to grocery shop at midnight. I miss being able to go out in the middle of the night and not be considered odd. I just miss living in the city.

Then I remember how expensive it was. I remember how hard we struggled to get by. I remember why we moved back and most importantly, I remember how far we’ve come together since we left.

It’s funny, having lived in this area all of my life, that I never knew what Ingersoll Rand did. I knew that they did something in the realm of metal works or the likes. I did not know, however, that there is such a thing as Ingersoll Rand air tools.

It surprises me sometimes, just how many large, well known businesses are in this area. It takes me by surprise when I hear or see something like Ingersoll Rand that’s not local. It also makes me wonder, how did such a small area business get to be so well known.

Why is it that we have this many large factories or corporations in the area and still be so small and unknown? I mean, really, I don’t understand it. Oh well, I wouldn’t trade it for all the mo…well maybe I would…

One thing that I’ve noticed in watching shows like The Biggest Loser and talking to some of my friends who have lost a lot of weight is that they are addicted to working out. It makes me wonder, however, if this “addiction” will last for them when something new comes along for them to focus on or if there is some sort of miracle burn that they get when they work out that makes them want to keep going.

I have been thinking of a gym membership for myself and Rob, but they’re so pricey and with the way his work schedule is, it’d be difficult for us to make enough use of it. As far as I know, none of the gyms around here will do a per visit plan, which sucks. I’d like to be able to do more and not rely on just the medication to help me lose weight. I want to be proactive instead of reactive.

Speaking of the medication, I suspect that when I go the 28th, I’ll be put on a new one. My blood pressure runs higher than normal and I’m going to be discussing that with her, among other things.