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My confidence just plummeted.
I work at a grocery store where I was promoted to assistant manager about 3 months ago. It is extremely stressful. Our director wants no one to wait in line. If there’s even one person waiting, we need to call someone else up from another department and have them check them out.
Today, I left the front end for literally 1 minute. Within that minute, one of my bosses came in off the clock and saw that I wasn’t there (I was upstairs getting more ads) and my lines were backed up.
I should’ve called the other assistant on duty before I left. I didn’t.
My boss (very nicely, actually) yelled at me about it. Told me he really didn’t want to have this conversation again, and I CAN NOT leave the front end.
About 30 minutes pass, and the other assistant comes over, tells me she was told to take over the front and I can either check or I could go home, no hard feelings, if I was upset.
I opted to go home. My boyfriend works literally across the street so I told him what happened. He was comforting, but I still feel like crap.
I don’t think I’m a good fit for this job. Its too much for me. I can’t multitask how they want me to. I feel like I let them down.
I can’t quit. I have insurance and I make a lot of money. It’s full time.
I really hope vacation recharges me.
On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the building.
Charlotte Observer photographer Don Sturkey captured the ugly incident on film, and in the days that followed, the searing image appeared not just in the local paper but in newspapers around the world.
People everywhere were transfixed by the girl in the photograph who stood tall, her five-foot-ten-inch frame towering nobly above the mob that trailed her. There, in black and white, was evidence of the brutality of racism, a sinister force that had led children to torment another child while adults stood by. While the images display a lot of evils: prejudice, ignorance, racism, sexism, inequality, it also captures true strength, determination, courage and inspiration.
Here she is, age 70, still absolutely elegant and poised.
she deserves to be re-blogged.
(via tammyesohe)Source: cloudyskiesandcatharsis
I’ve decided, after a bit of interwebz research, I’m going to set myself a goal. Tomorrow, to the best of my ability, I’m going to try to eat as clean as I possibly can. Paleo, if you will.
I JUST bought some Greek yogurt, so I’ll have to eat that before it goes bad, but I’d like to try omitting dairy from my diet. I started to notice that when I eat ice cream or eat a bowl of cereal and drink all the milk, my stomach gets upset and I get really gassy. Gross, I know. My sex life is suffering. Not to get too personal on you, but my boyfriend enjoys going down on me, and I can’t enjoy it too if I’m worried I’m gonna poot on his face :(
SO. Let’s see if I can do it for one day. If I can, let’s try for a second day. And so on, and so forth, til it’s not about making it a daily goal.