5 Annoying Things that People Do At Work

I’m going to throw out my list of five things that I see everyday that kind of get on my nerves. Add to the list if you’d like, but I’m enjoying these lists, so let it all out. Even if you think it’s stupid, just throw it out there and join the club.

1. Asking if “You’re okay”: I get annoyed when other associates ask if I’m alright. Well, let’s see. I’d rather be home writing the next New York Times Bestseller than sitting here stocking up these yellow bananas. Yet, I always calmly say, “I’m fantastic!”

2. The Awkward conversation: I find it kind of weird when a manager that is socially awkward walks up and ask, “So Will, have you seen any good movies lately?” Like just randomly while I’m sitting there trying to do my job. “Um no. Why?” Then, silence as he walks away. I mean, c’mon, if you’re going to start a conversation at least answer my why question so we can continue to sound like idiots.

3. Cocky managers: Ever have that one manager that thinks he’s the next ruler of China. Yeah, the one that drives a beat up station wagon with his chin held up high all day cause of his “Power?” I mean, seriously, get a grip. Sometimes I wonder if he has a pole rammed up his rear.

4. The Control Freak: Oh my gosh! I hate these kind of people. They have to tell you what to do, where to go, and how to do things constantly. It’s like you just crawled out from under a rock and forgot how to walk. Seriously, if I’ve worked in produce for five years, I’m pretty sure I’m capable of stocking up a tomato properly.

5. People who don’t stop at the crosswalk: Okay, so at my job when you walk out of the store there’s a pedestrian crosswalk. Well, apparently there are morons out there that can’t recognize a damn stop sign if it bashed them across the head twenty times. Every time I walk outside, I stand on the sidewalk waiting to cross. Then, the driver who let’s me cross acts like I’m hassling them for let me cross. Okay, first of all, if you had stopped and let me cross first, you wouldn’t look like the dumb ass in the middle of a crosswalk waiting for me to get to the other side of the road.

My Testimony

I was sitting in my office the other night thinking about how I could put my new perspective into words. I’m just going to put what happened to me three months ago out there. Here is my testimony.

Last year, I had stepped down from my position as an Assistant Produce Manager because I wanted to pursue a writing career. I enjoyed writing books and articles, but for a while it seemed like nothing was panning out for me. Eventually it got to the point where I realized I was only writing because I wanted to make money and turn it into a career. Yes, this is a dream we all have and very few of us actually get to live it.

I sat down one night and typed up a post on this blog about how I felt like I was settling into the darkest places of my mind. Everything seemed to not fall into place the way I wanted it to. I was jealous of small things in other people’s lives because they seemed so happy and content with the life they were living. Then, I realized social media will always portray the good, and rarely the bad. My dark place led to my constant drinking to numb whatever was panging at my brain every night. My writing seemed to turn into a hell that I did not want to pull myself to anymore because I felt like I had failed with my first novel. It hurt to know that I was not as GREAT as my ego made me out to be. I deceived many on social media with lavish pictures of me going out with friends and wearing clothes that I had bought on my manager salary. It was all materialistic and fake.

I didn’t realize I had a spending problem until I stepped down from being an assistant. My checks went to expensive surround sound systems, televisions, video games, buying more of my books, and a nice brand new car. I mean, I thought I was living in heaven, but I never really saw the negative of what would happen if things didn’t work out with my writing. My readers, friends, and family praised me for my story. It was a great moment in my life, but I had a hard time sitting at the computer to work on my books because I only wanted to enjoy the materialistic things that were in my life. This is where I was in the wrong place.

After I stepped down, I stopped writing for about three months. I focused on just working and trying to make ends meet. I was worried about how I would pay my credit cards, my mortgage, my car, insurance, food, gas, and utilities. I mean, I was a wreck for a long time. My fiance talked to me and her mom was very generous to help me with my car, which I still appreciate dearly today. I even know my mother and father to help me out too on rainy days when I really need help, whether it is a few dollars for the mortgage, or the doctor when I’m ill. I thank god now every day for the support system around me that will help me get through the toughest rode I’ve walked on yet.

I went out and started applying for other jobs because I was in disgust with the job I was at, and I am currently at now. My new job search started with a restaurant needing a waiter. I received a call literally thirty minutes after I turned the application in. The place was desperate, but I felt like I could do better because the job I currently had was better with benefits, hours, and pay. I walked out of the interview shaking my head with utter disbelief.

I continued to apply for more jobs and ended up at a gas station. The pay was less, but I was desperate for anything other than where I was working currently. I went to the interview, orientation, and even the first day of training. You guys probably remember my post about this job and how much I didn’t like it. I ended up walking away from it after the first day because my gut feeling told me to walk away after I heard about a girl and manager getting shot behind the place a few weeks prior. Thanks for the opportunity, but I can’t see myself ending up dead behind a dumpster. So I walked away.

I ended up going to an interview for another job at a retailer that i liked. I had a great interview, the pay was better, and it seemed like the place I needed to be at. I took my drug test the next day. I was suffering from a really bad case of strep throat so I was a little woozy through the whole experience. This time though I called two weeks later like they told me to about my drug test if they didn’t respond. The hiring manager said to call back because she was in an orientation. She was all snooty and treated me like a dog over the phone. (Or maybe that’s just how I heard it. Who knows.) I called the next week and left a message. I didn’t hear anything for two or three days. At this time, I had already given my other job my availability which was 3 days a week. Only 18 hours. I went through this stretch for almost a month and a half. I couldn’t wait any longer cause I was getting behind on bills again. I emailed the retailer that hired me and no response. I called two more times and no response. Pretty much there has still been no response.

I ended up going to my boss and telling her to up my hours back to 35 to 40 hours. So she did because I’m one of her best workers. I started getting back on track with my bills and trying to get my priorities squared away. Then, a turning point hit me, and I don’t know what happened, but I was going home one night from work. My heart was heavy, and I was in so much pain. I could not pinpoint what it was from. I know I had been struggling with depression most of the year last year, but this time, it was unbearable. It got to the point where I had to pull over and just slam my head on the steering wheel. I couldn’t concentrate on the road, and my eyes were blinded by my tears. Everything I had hoped for. My dreams, my wishes, everything felt like it no longer mattered. I had lost hope in myself…

I grabbed my phone and flipped through a few of the contacts, but I didn’t want anyone to know what I was feeling. I didn’t want to bother them with my problems. My problems were always written on here, and I always let my readers and friends on here get me through the rocky road I was on. Then, something happened that I haven’t done since I was fifteen years old, or so, when I found out my cousin had passed away. I bowed my head, clasped my hands together, and prayed. I prayed for myself, for my family, for everything. I felt goosebumps rise up my arms and across my chest. It was like someone was holding me in their arms. It was one of the most amazing and comforting feelings I had experienced through everything the last few months. Nothing could compare to the comfort that I had felt. Even now when I remember what happened three months ago in the rain, still gets me a little teary eyed. If it wasn’t for that moment of desperation for help and hope that someone was watching over me and wanting to save me from my thoughts, I would probably not be here now. If I had gone home without that one prayer to Jesus, I would have taken my own life…

I went to church the next few weeks and felt empowered like I can change my life. If I am really not as happy as I want to be, I can change it. I just need to do it and stop letting computers, games, movies, and cell phones distract me. I turned off my phone and cable for about a month or two. I let myself focus on myself, my writing, and my relationship with Nadine. Everything started to piece back together and I felt like I had control over my life again. I was going to work with a smile on my face, I was writing for hours on end, and I could feel the Lord with me through it all.

One night I was sitting at my computer writing a post for my blog when I received a message on facebook. This was after I turned everything back on cause I needed to communicate with some of my contacts about my book. I had a friend from high school message me. She told me her testimony and her husband did as well. It was like she came back into my life for a reason. She pointed out scriptures that I needed to read, and she still does today. I tell myself all the time that there was a reason she communicated with me because she found me through my author website because she randomly had a thought in her head about me. She was curious to know what was going on with me. She looked me up on facebook and found my author page, then messaged me on my personal page. She thought I was doing fantastic since I published  a book, but I really wasn’t. We talked and she made me realize that I am not the only one with problems. There are bigger problems going on in other people’s lives, and I am sitting here getting depressed over unpaid bills that will not kill me. Her words to me helped me move past my past and live in the present.

After this, I started listening to my preacher’s sermons closer and finding the messages in them. I even started reading the bible to learn more about the beginning and the stories of the old and new testament. Now, I sit here and feel joy inside me. I’ve found that no matter what struggles you are dealing with today, no matter what road you are walking on, and no matter how easy your life may be so far, we all are going to experience something that will be a turning point in our lives. Whether it’s writing a book, traveling around the world, or finding that love you have been waiting eagerly for. We all will experience a turning point that will lead us to where we need to be.

If you feel like you are not where you need to be in your life, then change it. Lead yourself in the direction you want to go. Try to love what you do, even if it is a job that you do not enjoy. We all focus so much I doing things that we love and making money off of it. Yes, it is great to be paid for the things we love to do, but what if we loved what we did without the monetary value? What if we played music for the love of it, wrote for the love of it, played sports for the love of it? I mean, society has turned so much to making those millions, but if that is engulfed in your mind are you really going to continue to love what you enjoy?

Tomorrow we’re all going to wake up, and do our normal routine. Whether it’s make breakfast for the family, roll out of bed to go to work at 4am, or even sleep in till noon, what will you do different from today? Maybe you’ll smile more, maybe you’ll learn of a tragedy that will sink your chest into your gut, or maybe you will open your eyes and hear your calling. Whatever it may be, you can change the outcome of your day if love remains true to your heart for everyone.

Shoveling Trash like an Idiot

Nope, that wasn’t me. That was the other managers at work who failed to tell anyone that the garbage compactor door was open outside. Yup, a bunch of irresponsible nincompoops.

Anyways, I had a bad day Wednesday, but this particular incident brought some humor into my day. My day started with the button on my pants popping off as soon as I pulled it out of the dryer. Unfortunately, this was my last pair of black slacks because for some reason my dryer tends to loosen the buttons on my clothes. Bastard. I had to use my belt as a way to hold my pants up, but my zipper kept falling down. To my luck, I have to wear an apron all day so my junk remained hidden.

Then, my manager decided it was the perfect day to piss me off. Well, he had another thing coming while in the back lot shoveling crap back into a dumpster. Yeah, karma hits at the most opportune times. I just wish the smell wasn’t so ripe.

Rant About Writer and Editor

This goes both ways, finding a good writer and editor are like trying to nail Jello to a tree. You’re going to have writers that believe their work is the next J.R.R Tolkien or J.K Rowling. Then, you’re going to have editors that believe they can turn your work to gold of you take their advice. Okay, here’s my experience with editors, they know they have more experience and knowledge of writing. My experience with writers as an editor, they know they are more creative. Now that we’ve laid that out what to expect when working together.

I know for sure that if I need an editor I don’t expect the sugar coated, over exaggerated, and pleasing critique of “oh this is fantastic. You are professional and your words speak to me ” If I hire you as an editor, you better turn that paper into a mess of red, blue, green, or yellow scribbles. That’s what I expect. I hear enough praise from my mother  and father just because I actually wrote a book.

On the editors side, if you hire me to help you, listen to my critique. Lower cases at the beginning of the sentence, jumping from past to present tense, and losing me before chapter one even begins, is unacceptable. I will tell you what to fix and turn your manuscript into a maze of rainbows. I do this to help you and teach you. If you decide to whine and not take my suggestions into consideration, don’t be surprised and blame me for your low sales.

Now that I’ve made that clear, writers and editors work together to create a story. We both try to bring life to the story so or readers don’t struggle and work to hard to understand what the story is about. Please hire trust editors. Don’t tell your mom to look at it and fix the simple errors and then publish. Have a professional look at it because family and friends sugar coat everything.

Editors remember to not get frustrated by a writers lack of knowledge when it comes to grammar. That’s why they need you. Both have to be on the same page for the success of a novel.

Losing Interest

Anyone ever finish their first novel and knew you left it open for a sequel? Did you lose interest in the story after getting half way through the sequel?

I don’t know how many authors suffer from this dilemma, but I know that I do. I finished Horizon last May and published it. It was a great feat just to know that I finally finished a novel, but I wrote a book before that one. One that was never published due to lack of interest on my end. I stopped writing it because I felt it wasn’t ready yet.

I feel like that with Horizon. I’ve had readers ask me about a release date for the sequel Eversoul, but I have yet to even have the energy to want to go back to it. Yes, I’m writing The Temperament Scepter Series currently but that’s because I needed something fresh to oil those creative glands that grind in my brain occasionally.

I could’ve used the excuse of being in a very dark period of my life last year where depression and thoughts of suicide constantly egged me on. Thank God this didn’t follow through for me, and I found that a simple prayer and people brought me back on my journey. I actually recently started thinking of ways to return to unfinished novels and maybe it’ll help some of you like it has me.

1. Outline your while trilogy.

Outlining I have found has been a fantastic tool to stay on topic and gives yourself goals to reach each week. Writers always skip this step, but honestly, what’s eight hours out of your writing schedule going to do? Plus, of you tend to procrastinate this will nip that in the butt quick.

2. Let friends/family read it.

I have discovered from Horizon that letting loved ones be a part of the writing journey is a great boost. Yes, they may give you sugar coated feedback, but it will help you believe you can do. YOU CAN FINISH THE NOVEL! I know with Horizon my fiance loved the story when I handed her the first three chapters. That alone pushed me to finish the novel. Morale from others definitely helps.

3. Reread your finished novel.

I figured out that if you reread your novel, it will be the true test for whether you continue with a sequel now or later. If you discover no love, or interest for the story then do not continue with the sequel till it’s ready to be told. I actually started the Temperament Scepter a few weeks ago and I am ecstatic about it. I actually thought about the sequel to Horizon and got the flame back for that story now. It helps to move forward sometimes cause ideas can come to life from another story.

4. Have outrageous goals.

Alright, this is a funny one, but it helps me a lot. Nadine (my fiance) always criticizes me for my outrageous goals for books. That’s why I love her though. She definitely brings me back to reality so I don’t get cabin fever. I give myself about two months now to write an entire book. I always extend it because I know there’s times when I need to go outside and be social. So I’ve treated writing like a full time job. Eight hours a day, 10,000 words a day, or two chapters a day. This is my formula now. I have to reach one of these the goals before I out my pen down for the day. This has been huge for me cause I went from writing 3k-6k words a week to almost 20k words a week.

5. Money may talk, but it doesn’t love.

Remind yourself everyday why you write. Never let the illusion of riches and fame blind you. It’s a rare feat. Always write for the love of it because once it becomes a job, you’ll hate it just as quick as you started it. I know I said I treat it like a full time job, but technically it’s more of a meditation time for me. It brings positive energy into my life instead of the negative at my day job.

The ultimate goal for all of us is to be published whether traditional or self published. If you want it enough, you’ll reach your goal. Never let stress, negativity, or naysayers hold you back. You have the ball, so you have to decide if you will make the winning shot. No one is going to hold your hand and tell you how to write a book. I don’t care how many authors publish 66 page books about how to write a book, how to market a book, or whatever is out there now. If you read a how to book on writing faster, ask yourself these two questions: Are you wanting to write faster to earn money quick? Or are do you love the art of writing cause you enjoy the stories bubbling inside you?

Good luck on all of your future endeavors and I hope I’ll be the lucky one to read your first draft.

Training Disaster

So I just started training for my second job today, but I think I was more stressed out than excited about it. Like don’t get me wrong, the people I worked with were ok, but the job just wasn’t for me. Anyone else ever walk out of training at the end of the day and say hmm… I don’t want to come back tomorrow. If so what would you do?

Work and Play Everyday!

I’ve been away for a good few weeks now. I’m trying to get some things straightened out financially as well as experiencing a little bit of free time in my life. When I started this blog, I was expecting to write at one post a day, or four posts in a week, maybe give myself two to three days off. I realize now that sometimes “me” time is good. I haven’t really tried to have a lot of that in my life. I’ve always been stressed about work, money, relationships, success, school, or anything that might make me grow to be loved by many people. Why did I always feel the need to have this kind of attention? Honestly, I don’t know. I stopped looking for a relationship and I found my fiance. I stopped playing in a band and I found a job. Now, I’m a little confused about what’s next. I had a lot going for me as an assistant for a grocery store, but I couldn’t help feel this entity within me begging to push for something else. I wrote a book, published it, and have it on a few different retail sites, but I still don’t feel complete inside. Does anyone else ever feel like this?

I know I have been writing about 1,000-1,500 words a day for my new book Phantom Force. I’m really enjoying this novel, and I can’t see to break myself away from it. Well, I usually end up playing Destiny about 5-6 hours a day, which i know is a total waste of time, but it is very inspiring. There are many things that inspire me to write like books, games and movies. Yes, I do accidentally fall into that group of writers that will accidentally write a story based off of something I’ve seen or read, but I always break away from it and create something hopefully new and different.I appreciate the emails I’ve received from a few of you. Sorry, I’ve been a way for so long, but I had to take care of things that were going on in my own life to be able to sit down and actually give you guys a decent post. Or even a not so decent post, which ever you guys view my blog as. I did receive some criticism recently about one of my posts and it was on a subject that is sensitive, but I took that risk and I accepted it.

Anyways, what have I been doing the last month that I’ve been away. Well, Destiny is a big part of my life apparently now. I went to Ruby Falls and Rock City this last weekend. I’ll try to post some pictures later. Also, I found out the answer to all of life’s questions is 42.

So here’s a serious question to the people who have read my book and want to read more. Would you rather read a book in multiple posts on a separate blog, almost like a weekly episode type of deal, or in novel form? I’ve very interested to see what answers you guys have because I’ve been very interested in writing a story like in a season with multiple episodes to it. Well, I’m going to go play some Destiny and try to get 2,000 words in before then.

I want to leave a shout out to a friend blogger on here that finally broke me out of my Destiny shell this month. kateturville!!!

Anyone Else Work with Idiots?

I woke up this morning thinking that I was working 2 pm- 11 pm tonigh. I stayed up till almost 2 am last night watching tv and getting a match in of Call of Duty Ghosts with Nadine. It was a lot of fun and we had a few drinks with many laughs. It was a good night. I woke up this morning to a text from my manager at 8:45 am stating that my schedule had changed to 10 am yesterday afternoon, when the schedule for me working 2 pm – 11 pm had  been posted for almost a week. She didn’t call me or notify me about the change in my schedule, so I work up at 9:45 pm. This is the usual time I wake up on days I have to close at work. So I called her and told her I could be there in the next 45 minutes because I thought I was closing and needed to get ready for work. Well, the tone in her voice on the phone was very um… I’m trying to think of the word. Malice? She even called me a “Dude” 

Anyone else ever run into managers that change your schedule the day before without communicating with you about it? If so, how were you treated?


Anyone Else Work with Idiots?

I woke up this morning thinking that I was working 2 pm- 11 pm tonigh. I stayed up till almost 2 am last night watching tv and getting a match in of Call of Duty Ghosts with Nadine. It was a lot of fun and we had a few drinks with many laughs. It was a good night. I woke up this morning to a text from my manager at 8:45 am stating that my schedule had changed to 10 am yesterday afternoon, when the schedule for me working 2 pm – 11 pm had  been posted for almost a week. She didn’t call me or notify me about the change in my schedule, so I work up at 9:45 pm. This is the usual time I wake up on days I have to close at work. So I called her and told her I could be there in the next 45 minutes because I thought I was closing and needed to get ready for work. Well, the tone in her voice on the phone was very um… I’m trying to think of the word. Malice? She even called me a “Dude” 

Anyone else ever run into managers that change your schedule the day before without communicating with you about it? If so, how were you treated?


Working Yourself to Death

I  haven’t had too much time these last few days to get on here, so I’m going to stick a post in this morning. I’ve been overloaded with work, so I’ve been having to spend a lot of time with fruits and vegetables lately as well as trying to dig deep into writing Eversoul. Saturday one of the guys at work had a stroke, so I’m filling his shifts till Friday, which I beg to ask the question, why do people continue to work after 80 years old. I mean, I understand some people will work 20 hours a week just so that they can keep their retirement, or stay busy. This guy was working 40 hours a week lifting case that were between 40-50 pounds. You would think there is a point in your life, where you can enjoy the rest of your days with family and not have to bust your butt till you land in your death bed. I sometimes even wonder why we expect so much from these people when they are too fragile to even walk. This is probably the second reason why i stepped down from my position at my job. I don’t want this job to be the last thing I do before I die. I want to be able to either make a difference in this world, or create something that will inspire and innovate the people around me. I know there are reasons that people do what they do daily, but shouldn’t your health and family be the first priority no matter what?