I've seen some bad parents....

So, when i was little; well not so little. correction: when I was growing up every night my parents, my brother AJ and I would actually eat dinner together at the same table. I feel like i needed to specify all that because its entirely possible that things like that are so rare and happen so seldom that most people have no idea what that's like. Anyways, mom and dad would always have use say one positive thing about the day and one negative. We would talk about how the positive out weighed the negative. It has, to this day helped, at least me, focus on the positives throughout the day. Now that I think about it, I usually talk with myself about the positives now and it's been roughly 8-9 years since the last time that occurred. So, don't ever tell me that habits your parents teach you die. On a daily basis, literally, i see these kids that pay no respect to their elders or even their parents. How? Yes, my parents and I have gotten into fights even to this day, shit happens; but you know what, they are still my parents. They raised me and provided for my selfish ass for 18 years. They taught me everything I know and yes i have a sailor mouth but you know what, i know when to act like a mature adult and when i can fuck around. <--see.

I'm not sure if others have noticed but this world is failing apart and the worse it gets, the more I turn to my mom and dad for what I'm suppose to do and i live 500 miles south of them. When you get in deep shit or have an issue you can't solve, please try and tell me you don't go to your parents. Actually don't, I won't believe you anyways. I know some people who don't have the greatest relationship with their parents and I would literally hate to be them. You could have all the money in the and not a care; i.e. no bills, no enemies, no responsibilities, ect. I still wouldn't trade with you. I don't get the chance to call my parents everyday like I want because we are all busy but there isn't one day that goes by where I don't think of them or am thankful for something they helped me with or taught me.

I'm ranting at this point. Long story short, how do I thank my parents for everything they have done for me? I wish that I could make other kids feel the same way about their parents (the good parents) like i feel about mine. Don't get me wrong, I've seen some bad parents. I have nothing nice to say about those parents.

One day, I will win the lottery or something and I'm going to make my parents dreams come true because it is the least that they deserve. Every wish they have ever wanted, every trip they have ever wanted to take, every thing they have ever wanted in life I will get for them because they serve a break and a lifetime of vacations and just everything. So yea, I love my parents and am ridiculously thankful for everything they have done for me and my brother and just hope they know that even all the little things they taught me, I remember and use.


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Baked Beans...

Okay, please let me first start off by saying that I do love my job. I work in a book store; how many people can really say that?...don't answer that. I love knowing an ample amount about books and everything there is to know about books. I adore knowing an extensive amount about my company and holding my store up to its standards and trying our damnedest to exceed that standard. By the way, I say we because I am a Co-Manager at what is considered a "Super Store", which means that it is meant to have a 4 manager crew and usually we do. We have gone through the last 3 months with only 3 managers. Luckily, we had an associate that was always up for a new challenge, so we made her a "Key holder" and I can honestly say that I speak for the whole management team when I say that this past holiday season would of been much, much, much more rough without her as a key holder. I'm rambling....sorry. So, just remember...I do love my job.

I have been day dreaming lately about a job where I'm not someone's maid. Yes, I work in retail and I get the pleasure of cleaning up after every person that comes into the store, picks up a book or toy, and sets it down somewhere completely different. Please, do not insult me by sitting there and thinking: "oh my, well I've never done that". We all have and the sooner you come to terms with that the better. I know I'm saying "I" a lot, but please keep in mind that there are about 28 people in my store, including management, and most of them bust their asses just as much, if not more than I do. I do feel like we just follow grown toddlers around all day because of the mess they make. If everyone could pick up after themselves, or hell...even if you don't know where the merchandise goes, if you could just bring up front and tell us rather than leaving it some where else for us to find later. <--HUGE HELP!!!

I digress. Long story short; I do not want to work in retail for the rest of my life. Not that there is anything wrong with that, its just not what I want for my life. I do not think I could work at a desk for the rest of my life either but I have no idea what to do. Maybe it will hit me in a dream one night....I hope.


Peace,
Kaitlyn N. Newkirk-Ferguson

Makes total sense...

So....I'm pretty sure I've touched on these things before but they are bugging the shit out of me today. Again, as I say in most my blogs, this is probably about to get pretty offensive, so those of you with weak constitutions, should just leave the blog now. Thank you =)
1. I am severely sick of hearing bad shit about guns. Stop it. Just stop it. If one more person tells me that guns kill people I might just blow fire out of my eyes. Listen, dumb asses: guns do not kill people....the people holding the guns kill people. Guns do not pull their own triggers and they as hell don't reload themselves. But you know, if guns kill people....then I should sue every publisher & company that makes paper b.c I get paper cuts at work on a daily basis. What doesn't make sense to me is that this country is more focused on trying to get rid of guns entirely rather than deal with the idiots that belong to the westboro baptist church. These fuckers go to funerals of little children & soldiers & say they deserved to die; and you're more focused on a piece of wood/metal/plastic. People irritate me. Plus, I'm pretty sure that our 2nd amendment says something about being allowed to have guns. I understand the constitution is pretty old but I sincerely think that the men who wrote it would be severely disappointed with how this country has turned out.
2. And finally, I don't know if everyone else in this country sees all these commercials about going to college and how easy it is. Can i please just point out that I've filled out that FAFSA thing 4 times now and every time i get denied any money to help me go to school. So, please stop telling me how easy it is. Also, all the commercials about how I'm just watching my life pass me by b.c I keep saying that I'll call next year or the next or whatever. It's not that I'm lazy or just don't want to call or whatever; it is the fact that I work 45 hours a week & don't have the money to go to school. Oh but get this...if I got knocked up...I would get a scholarship b.c I would be a young mother. Really....so b.c some 16 yr old can't keep her legs shut...& makes a stupid decision she gets a full ride to some college but b.c I'm smart about my decisions & work my ass off for what i have..I have to work even harder for my schooling?? Yup...makes total sense. Assholes.
I think that's it for me today. I really need to go finish laundry anyways.
Peace out.

Ketchup. Mustard. BQQ Sauce.

You know I was going to base this blog around the fact that Florida generally sucks. BUT...for the past 4 days I've been in Georgia visiting family & friends and when i got back in town the only thing that was going through my head was how much I missed this place. Psychotic right? I don't understand it. I know that there are some pretty awesome places here; like Orlando. It's beautiful down there & there are so many things to do. But that's not where I live. I live in Port Richey and this is literally hell's waiting room b.c 90% of the people here are old. I wish I could live in Orlando or even downtown Tampa would be better than here. I'm severely out of my element in this town. I suppose if I had a friend or two it would be so much better but there is nothing to do around here, so meeting people is totally out of the question. So...how the hell do I meet people? It's super easy when you're somewhere with lots of people. For example, when Tim & I were at the airport in GA this morning we were watching the tv & we saw on the news that a cop is getting in serious trouble all b.c the PAPER target he was using had what looked to be a hooded man. (I'll get back to this when I make my point about meeting people.) So, I had commented on how dumb this situation was & then a gentleman from a seat across the way agreed with me & we got to talking, and then a woman next to us joined in and it was just nice conversation and for the first time in a long time strangers & I actually agreed on something. Most people are so sensitive now a days that you can barely hold a conversation with them without someone getting offended.

So...back to this cop who is in trouble. He was using a target paper of what looked to be a hooded man. That's it...it actually could of been a woman, who knows. It didn't even really look like a hoodie but that is what the news is making it to be. It's really one of the dumbest thing I've ever heard. It's a fucking piece of paper you babies. Grow up & stop finding any reason possible just to ruin someones life b.c yours sucks. This cop was fired from his job b.c of this piece of paper & is now facing criminal charges. So, if that can happen, then I should sue every movie director & writer who has ever written/directed a movie that has had a rape scene in it b.c that bothers me.

I just can't get over how stupid people are becoming now. I wish I could of lived in the beginning of the 1900's. But I live now and this is what we all have to deal with I suppose.

TeeHee

You know what I was gonna write an entire blog about how I shouldn't have to explain myself & tattoos to anyone and then, luckily, i realized that that was stupid & the people think i should explain myself are not worth it anyways. So, all I have to say is...


GET OFF MY ASS!! I got a tattoo for my MOM...right above the tattoo for my DAD. If you don't like it....you can kiss my happy little ass & keep walking. If you have to try and beat my down b.c I have tattoo's...you really need to analyze your own life.

Thanks.

Cut loose

Over the past couple years I have begun noticing little things about this world that I never noticed before and started caring about things that I never cared about in the past. Now, remember back in 5th grade when those planes hit the Twin Towers, well try to think of a time before that. Can't really do it can you? That' because we were little kids who only cared about getting our spelling words right and seeing our friends at school, Oh...and when the bell for recess was going to ring. Then Sept. 11th happened and it's like we were waking up from a dream and seeing the world for what it really is. I believe that I have opened my eyes an ample amount since then and tried to take in all that I could and learn as much as I can and I have actually come to a thrilling conclusion about it; this place fucking sucks. Now, never fear, I will tell you ALL the reasons why I believe that.

Think about it: we are stuck in the 'ok' part of a bad situation. All the countries around us want us dead and gone because all our leaders are dumb asses; and if those countries don't get to us first then that's okay because this country is imploding anyways. No offense to them, but the generation before us kind of set us up for failure...well at least their leaders did. They spent so much money and didn't care because they weren't the ones who had to deal with it. They just fuck shit up as much as they want and then let the new "president" TRY to clean up the mess. NO, that does NOT mean that I am saying that President Bush was the only one who left a mess for the 'oh so wonderful' obama; Clinton did too and a few before him. It's like a horrible game of domino's. And come on....you elected a leader name Barrack HUSSEIN Obama. Seriously? Because you didn't learn your lesson with the last Hussein we dealt with. Speaking of which.; that whole 'Justice Has Been Done' shit. Stop it. Just stop it. President Bush started that and the fact that obama is taking credit for it just pisses me off. Now on to the next Subject:)
Next thing I can't stand about this country is that when a woman gets raped, her attacker gets to go to jail. Doesn't have to pay bills, gets free lunches everyday, gets to work out(b.c most have gyms). It's like a shitty high school. (Now, aside from the people, I liked high school. Those lunches were fucking awesome). Now, I'm not saying this just because I'm a woman but...wait....yes I am; if a woman is rapped and we can prove who it was, hang the fucker. Same goes for pretty much any other crime that is gruesome and/or cruel. Like murder, torture, ect.

I want to say that it is surprising but it's not; that this country cares more about bitching out a cashier at a retail store because they don't have EXACTLY what you want rather than how long it takes for the new idiot to run this country into the ground. I really do hope that everyone realizes that you're just voting for the best liar. I won't lie I lost hope for this country when I was 11 years old and I heard someone say that just because you aren't the same color or because you're the opposite sex, you shouldn't or you can't get married. Seriously?? So let me get this straight: a man and a woman who hate each other have more of a right to be together than 2 men or 2 woman who are madly in love? (I swear if anyone quotes anything from 'the bible', I am going to set it on fire and throw it at your face.) Please understand that this whole bible thing is the longest game of telephone ever. Have you ever played that game? Say you have 15 people in a line and you start at one side, the first person says some phrase and by the time it gets to the other side it is a completely different phrase. That is what the bible is. They are just stories told over, and over, and over, and over through so many people that if there were true stories in there, they have been completely misconstrued by now. So, get over your stupid insecurities about men and women getting married and pull the pole out of your ass. Oh, the infamous Marijuana subject. It's. a. fucking. plant. It is better for you than alcohol. It's significantly better for you than cigarettes. Tell me who has died because of smoking weed...go ahead...I'll wait. ..........


Exactly. It's not fucking bad for you. Yes, it should have restrictions just like alcohol. Example: you can't be high at work, you can't come to work high, you can't drive high, things like that just like alcohol. Think about it: cigarettes cause lung cancer, second hand smoke cause cancer and they are still legal yet a drug that slows down the growth, possibly stunting the growth, of cancer cells is illegal. Nice job. I applaud you for being the dumb asses you really are. Now, I'm sure, considering that you're still reading, that me just bitching about this stuff is getting kind of annoying, so I will go ahead and bit thee farewell. We just all need to remember that it takes more than one person to change the world but only takes one person to destroy it.

PeAcE=)

Playing Hard Ball

Once again, I'm not entirely sure how to begin this one. I guess the first thing I want to say is you shouldn't ever screw over someone who has a blog and a nack for writing. Now there is nothing I want more than to completely go off on this company and slander their name but I am a grown up and am more mature than the people I worked for. And this is my side of the story, my nightmare, and my reason I will never step foot in a that establishment as long as I live. It all started on October 29th, 2011; when I sat down in Gulf View Square Mall to talk to the man who was the reason for the knots in my stomach. I was so excited to be at this interview and was ready for any question he threw at me. A couple days fly by and I get a phone call from him and he wants me to start right away at the Brooksville cafe. He tells me that I will be trained there for a couple weeks and then when the new cafe opens, in Port Richey, that I will be transferred there with full time hours, so that I can train the part time people. I am not the only one he hires to work in Brooksville though, he also hires 2 other very nice woman and we work our asses off to learn an entire cafe; from the bakery to the line to the dinning room, so that when we get to the new cafe there isn't anything that we don't know. Well, 2 months go by and driving an hour and half round trip was getting tiring but I was still loving my job and couldn't wait until the new cafe opened. Finally!, it's December 16th, 2011 and it is the grand opening day! Everything is perfect; the cafe is beautiful and new and the girls I trained are ready to take on customers. Before I know it it's February and this is where the problems start. All of a sudden I went from 30 hours a week to 15 and I went to talk to the manager that was making the schedules, who we all called "A-hole Bryan", and he assured me that it would get better. Well a month goes by and alas nothing with my hours had changed. Yet, a girl who isn't a trainer was getting 35 hours a week. She knew one station and got 20 more hours a week than any of the trainers. Then a spark of hope: a new manager takes over the scheduling. Now, every time someone calls out he calls me in and every week I was scheduled 15-18 hours but since I picked up so many shifts i usually ended the week around 25 hours. Still a little low but it was getting better and I wasn't going to complain. Again, that girl was still getting 35 hours a week. Then, tragedy: they transfer that manager to another cafe. So, we are on a 3rd manager making the schedules; but this wasn't just any manager...it was the GM. All I could think was: "He is the GM, he knows the trainers get the hours first and then everyone else gets hours. He knows that the company is suppose to be like that." ....I was wrong. The very first schedule he made was put on the board, my stomach is in knots because I'm hoping he gave me an ample amount of hours or at least as many as I was getting before. Again, I was wrong. I found my name and as I scrolled my finger over to the far right to see the total hours, my heart dropped and my stomach was in my throat. I felt tears coming to my eyes; I couldn't cry, I was the only cashier, I had customers, but I couldn't control it. I look at one customer and lost it. I ran to the bathroom and all I could think was, "How could he? 5 hours? In an entire week? I don't understand what I did wrong. I could work 5 days and I have 5 hours..." I tried my best to collect myself after about 15 minutes in he bathroom and I went back out in the cafe and I found out that one of my manager Brian H.(Nice Brian) was sticking up for me. He went into Dans'(the GM) office and actually said, "what the hell?". It did make me feel a little better then but the burn of it all was still sinking into my stomach. It never got better after that and that was at the very beginning of March. I want to say that that was the night I decided that I was done with this company. It is now the beginning of June and I walk into the office and A-hole Bryan was sitting there as I was trying to get a shift covered that I wouldn't be able to work because I was working at BAM all day that particular day. And he is going on and on about how he is tired of people not working their shifts, so I said, "at least I'm getting it covered unlike half the other people in this cafe." This is the moment when I saw the true Bryan. He turned around in this stupid little rolling chair and said, "oh how noble of you." I was done. I gave him my two weeks right then and there but told him not to bother putting me on the schedule after this week. After everything I had done for this company. All the money I spent in gas just to get to Brooksville. And the amount of miles I put on my car was criminal. So, moral of the story: I don't know one. PeAcE Kaitlyn Nicole =)