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So for those of you who don't already know, my husband has decided to enlist in the military. As of right now, he is doing a semester of college before he is officially enlisted (apparently it's now a requirement to have 12 college credits to enlist if you have a G.E.D instead of a high school diploma)
If all goes as we have planned, he should be going to basic training in January. Well, I've been doing a lot of research online to see what exactly I have to expect along my own journey as a (hopefully) soon-to-be military wife and honestly.. I can't find very much on anything before him being given orders and me moving either on base with him or off-base, whatever is available. I wanted to know what I could expect while he's in basic. While he's in tech school. Etc..
So, because I can't find anything, I figured I would just make sure other people in my shoes could at some point! I have started a new blog, basically to record my little journey from what's going on now with him working on his own physical fitness and going to college while I work full time, until what I hope will be a very successful military career begins for him.
So go add my new blog, please! :)
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Technically, I have been an adult for 3 years now. I can, however, honestly say I've never really felt like one. Even when Toad and I were living in our apartment in Huntsville, just the two of us, it still didn't feel like "adulthood." Which is strange looking back on it now, a year later, because I spent most of my days doing laundry, cleaning our apartment while Toad was at work, and cooking dinner for us when he got home.
I turned 21 two weeks ago, Celebrated my step-daughters 3rd birthday on Sunday, and saw my 6 year old step-son graduate from Kindergarten yesterday. Having a baby is something that crosses my mind regularly. It is so incredibly weird to look back on how my life was 3 years ago compared to how it is now. I enjoyed my life when I was just an 18, living with two of my (then) best friends, doing dumb things. But my life now is so drastically different, married with 2 step-kids, and having serious conversations with my husband about the possibility of having a 3rd in the future (not anywhere in the near future, mind you,) I love it even more. And I've never felt more like an adult than I did standing in the corner at the elementary school gym, trying to get pictures of my step-son on his last day of Kindergarten.
I always said I would never get married, never have kids.. Then I met Toad. Funny how one person can change you so much.
It's rare that I feel the need to post on my blog about the same subject more than once but I'll make an exception in this case. You know that song by Theory of a Deadman where he talks about how he hates his job, and his boss, and he doesn't get paid enough money to put up with it. Yeah, I feel like that guy a lot lately.
I may not have a college degree but I'm not an idiot, and I'm way more computer savvy than either of my Indian boss' are. I do not do well with being yelled out or talked down to like I'm a moron, and I especially don't take kindly to having both done at the same time.
My female boss decided to raise her voice at me and basically tell me I am making too many mistakes and I need to pay attention. So many things wrong with this it's not even funny.
1. One of the mistakes I made was on the program we use to take peoples credit card information and take their payments. They have completely changed this program as of about three days ago and I'm having to figure it out on my own because my boss is an asshole. Sorry if I make a mistake on a program I've used for less than a day.
2. I accidentally took out the wrong person's room information from a cubby and stapled it to the correct person's information whom I had just checked out. Yes, I should have been paying more attention, my bad. But the word "hypocrisy" plays a huge role in what is wrong with this. The same person bitching about me having made this mistake had just a week earlier put not one, not two, but five peoples information into the wrong room number cubbies and acted as though it was nothing.
3. If you are going to complain about a mistake I've made at least make sure you make a note of it so I actually know what the hell you're talking about. I check people in and out and take payments constantly. Other than cleaning, that's the entirety of my job. Do you really think I'm going to remember some joe shmoe that stayed one night a couple of days ago, what room number he was in, and what information I printed out for him? NO.
4. Either I discount people to keep them from going to another hotel or I don't.. Make up your fucking mind and stop telling me I shouldn't let people leave and I discounted too much in the same damn breath.
5. I am a woman, yes, and I live in the south, yes. But that doesn't mean I call everyone "hun," "sweety," or "darling," and I find it kind of offensive that my boss would even ask me to do that. You're in BFE Alabama, trust me when I say, any guest staying with us that see's a young white girl as apposed to a middle-aged Indian guy is going to be happy, I don't need to call them pet names to make them feel good. Racist? Maybe. Truthful? Completely.
6. I am married, I have parents, I have step-kids. I have a family. In other words, the business you opened is not my responsibly, my job is my responsibility. Stop calling me on my off days to try and get me to come in just because you're too "busy" getting drunk with your friends to work one shift in a week. I'm not going to come in. Just because you hate your wife and want to be away from her as much as possible doesn't mean we all feel that way. I love my husband very much and would RATHER be home with him than in that place or anywhere near you.
7. I don't work for my health or because I like to (especially not this job) I do it because I need the money. You'd be wise not to continue to conveniently forget to pay me for any hours I worked after 40. I'm not business savvy but I know enough to know that some of your business practices are not legal. If you push me too much I will push back and unlike me, you're going to lose more than just a little bit of money.
I realized the last few weren't actually mistakes I had made but hey, sometimes you just have vent. I've had 3 jobs in my life (including this one) and I can honestly say up until this point I had always enjoyed working. I do not enjoy this job. Scratch that, I enjoy the job but the boss' make it overwhelming at times.
In other news, I'm working on going back to college. At the moment I'm trying to get some past student loans taken care of. For the record, don't ever use Stafford Subsidize for student loans. I was 16 and they let me sign a contract (no co-signer) to be responsible for paying a $1,500 loan back. I suppose this is good on my part considering they can't legally hold me accountable for signing something I wasn't legal to sign in the first place.
Anyway, so I have to get that taken care of and I'm looking into some online school options. Right now I'm looking at University of Phoenix. I could get an Associate of Arts in Information Technology/Web Design in 2 years. Sounds nice. We'll see where it goes, I'd really like to have it all taken care of and starting classes by June.
-Shelby
So I've thought about starting a vlog.. Just one of those random things I've gotten the urge to do recently. However, my camera has been dead for sometime now. I don't know, we'll see..
I started a job a few weeks ago, I'm a desk clerk at a hotel here in town. I enjoy the job, despite it being ridiculously boring at times (small town + shitty economy = no guests.) My only real complaint about it is my boss. To make a long story short, he and his wife own the hotel, they're both Indian. He may live in America but he seems to still have trouble with the change in culture.. Basically, he's a dick. He treats women like shit and believe's we're all idiots and second-class people. He feels the need to constantly talk down to me and try to make me feel inferior to him. It doesn't as I still think he's a retard, but it does piss me off.
Anyway, valentines day was boring. Husband and I are both on 3rds so we slept the whole day haha..
I guess I don't have much to say today but I just was in the mood to write something. I should probably go to sleep, I have work tonight.
PEACE
For those of you that don't know what BBW stands for, it stands for "big beautiful women." Although it is used as a porn term, that's not necessarily what it's talking about. It's a general term for a desirable woman who is larger or overweight.
As long as I can remember, I have always been fat/chubby/whatever. Growing up, I got made fun of, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary but at the same time, when you're that young, it just feels like being made fun of, for whatever reason, means that their must be something wrong with you. So I wanted to be skinny, but I never was.
My weight fluctuated pretty terrible, especially between 11 & 15. I spent a summer trying to starve myself because I thought it would make a difference. I lost around 40lbs but it eventually all came back (shocker, right?) I actually had my biggest growth spurt as far as height when I was really young, I was almost always the tallest person in class, boy or girl, up until about 6th grade when everyone finally caught up to me.
I never had a boyfriend growing up, and I always felt different than everyone else. I attributed most of my issues socially to my weight. Boys don't like fat girls, people don't want to be friends with a fat girl. blah blah.. It's the same story you'd hear from most people in my shoes at that barely-a-teen age.
I think I finally really started to comfortable with myself when I was 18. I was out of school and I only surrounded myself with people that were usually older than me.. I honestly had no interest in being friends with other 18 year olds. One of my very best friends at 16 was a pregnant 20something year old I met while her husband was in Iraq.
For the last couple of years I have really gotten much more happy with my body. I realized a while ago that me feeling different had nothing to do with my weight.. I just am different. I embrace it now. And why boys didn't ever like me? Some did, they were just never the ones that I liked back. I suppose at that age we only want what we want and everything else is non-existent in our world.
I never realized their were men who actually preferred larger woman. I always assumed everyone wanted the same type of person and I would just never be that type of person. Then I met my husband. We've openly discussed his feelings on "beauty" and why he prefers big woman. My husband is 6'1" and when we met he weighed about 185lbs. I, on the other hand, at about 5'8", weighed 200lbs.
Although not everyone would look at me and think that I'm physically attractive, I know of at least one person who does. And he's the one that matters.
I guess my whole point in this post could be summed up in the old saying of "If I knew then what I know now.." Because in all honesty, all the things I went through growing up were tough, but if I knew then what I know now, it wouldn't have mattered in the least bit. I would have known that weight is not important and that real people don't treat each other like they do in middle school. Kids are generally just mean. But one day, most of them will grow up and change like we all do. I'm pretty sure I wasn't always the nicest kid, either.
