Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Our Metaphorical Groundhog's Day!

With the Punxutawney Phil peeping out of his hole and seeing no shadow yesterday we find that six more weeks of gloomy weather are upon us. And in the Hatch household we also find that it might be several more days of gloom until we get some answers.

Well, February 2nd has come and gone and we are none the wiser on Jeff's job. The mine said that they would announce further lay-offs on Feb. 2nd so we stayed by the phone most of the day (we do have an answering machine) and received no calls. Both of us thought that was good news until I spoke to our neighbor who also works for the mine. I told him we had heard nothing yet and he said that Jeff would probably hear his status when he goes back on shift on Thursday night. So he will have to drive to work and ask if he is lucky or unlucky and then proceed from there. I am sorry but that is crap! We have been waiting around for Feb. 2nd for a month and now they are making us wait some more. I don't know if what our neighbor said is true or if we really are in the clear, but whatever the outcome this mine needs to get it together on communication and protocol. There are so many rumors flying around which people can't seem to stop spreading. Everyone likes to be the first to know. But when you hear something different from half a dozen people, it can begin to grate on your nerves. In the midst of all the lay-offs the mine should hire or at least assign someone to be the mouthpiece for the company and that person should release a statement to the local papers and announce on site to the employees what procedure will take place during a lay-off. Maybe they could hire me!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

After Then Before

Okay so I tried to do this chronological thing where I caught up on all the stuff we have been doing. First I started with the most recent thing and then I the next and so on saving each draft as I went. Then I posted them and they posted in the order I made them which; if you have been paying attention; is backwards to what I was trying to do in the first place. I hate blogging. No I didn't say that.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I'm Buying A New Scale...

Okay, I have a question...How is it that whatever I read about being healthy, losing weight or trimming up automatically, upon my reading it, becomes crap and will.not.work...after that? Hmmm?
Since the beginning of the year I have given up soda, started drinking TONS of water, been eating smaller portions of my food, and been eating a healthier breakfast than in the past...Each one of these choices was based on what I had read about being healthy..."Giving up soda can make a person lose up to 16 pounds in one year." "Drinking eight glasses of water a day can increase your metabolism faster than any other practice." " Drinking a glass of water the moment you wake up is one of the most recommended weight loss tips." "Reducing your portion size by 10% will make a difference in you calorie consumption [duh] and pounds will start coming off." and "Eating organic foods for breakfast like appples, bananas and carrots will help you lose weight." I also have thyroid medication that when used properly is supposed to (among other things) help me lose weight.
Now granted, I never drank that much soda to begin with so I don't expect to lose 16 pounds this year. But the water thing, I mean, come on its like have I had anything but water to drink in the last 52 days. I don't think I have. Every morning I wake up and take my pill with a huge glass of water and wait at least 45 minutes to eat (that's the rule with the pill). Then I eat a modest portion of an organic breakfast, and aaaahhhh!
This morning I got on the scale. I have read that "getting on the scale in the morning after going to the bathroom is the most accurate measurement of your weight." Okay, I'll buy that. It makes sense to me. Not.one.pound.lost. Wha? What?

Apparently this is the correct way to weigh yourself.