Wow! Has it been a ride and a half lately!
Fumbling Be Fry’s
The saga of Fry’s bumbling, fumbling the ball and making a mockery of communication and efficiency continues.
Long twisted story short, I *still* am not working at the supermarket, two months after this process began! Through zero fault of my own.
At this point, I’m not holding my breath that I’ll ever be working there, even though I’ve navigated through the interview, drug test, store tour, daylong orientation, meetings with X, Y an Z.
I will say that Fry’s and Kroger, its parent company, exemplify the worst of the worst of Corporate! It’s as far from a model of efficiency, communication and cost-effectiveness as a model could be! It ain’t Costco for sure!
Anyways, at this rate, I predict that I’ll never work for them, despite completion of all preliminaries, thanks to the Fry’s Frazzle. I’ll continue the search for other employment. Whoopee!
Exiting the Elephantitis Effect
This is what we in the print industry call burying the lead.
I am moving.
It wasn’t planned or desired at this time. End of year, yes.
For reasons COMPLETELY unknown to me — and the property management company, I’m told — the apartment owner is not renewing my lease. I’ve no idea who the owner is or where s/he lives. Owners aren’t obligated to tell a landlord the why of any decision.
Although I suspect the reasons, I can’t know for certain. Thus I must simply take it on good faith that life and/or the universe wants me out at this time for reasons I can’t see or know.
My emotions are mixed. There’s much I love about my space: the location, relative privacy, affordability and VIEW!! My goodness I love the view from atop the small hill!
AND I can’t stand the noise issues from the upstairs neighbors that’ve plagued my place from Day One. Literally. They moved in same time I did.
While S. & Y. — aka the Clack & Clomp Couple — can’t be held entirely responsible for the Elephantitis of the Walk … the place lacks insulation and is poorly constructed … the guy, Y., definitely emits an energy that deeply rubs me the wrong way. And conversations did nothing to rectify that.
Moreover, I’m rarely alone, even though on paper I live alone. She’s home for long lunches; they’re both home from 5 p.m. on.
Between their scant absences and their footsteps reverberating like a herd of elephants across my ceiling — a low one, at that, which only drove their intrusions deeper into my space — I’ve been escaping my space more than living in it!
I tried, I truly tried to bear it out. However, when it comes down to it, I didn’t like living under them, I really didn’t like living under *him,* I didn’t like hearing their every footstep x 1,000 because the porousness of wood floors amplify and transit.
So yeah, my emotions are mixed.
This’ll be my fourth move in town in 16-17 months. Yeah, a move about every 3-4 months is my average. In total, this’ll be about Move #54.
Yes, it’s a hassle.
Yes, it’s undesired *at this time.*
Yes, it’s costly.
Yes, I STILL need employment. Badly! Oh so badly!
Yes, I will deeply and truly miss the positives of my current space. Including feeding the birds.
Yes, I still have emotions to work through. Anger, confusion, bafflement, opposing emotions of relief and sorrow.
AND I have to: (a) stay positive and (b) keep letting go and letting divine forces of the universe to help and guide me to a better place.
One that makes my heart sing.
One that’s serene and feels like a sanctuary.
Up ahead: A fresh vision board on the new moon in Cancer on July 16.