Twelve Months

Twelve Months

            The idea for twelve months came pretty randomly. I had been looking at an Avon book and in the jewelry section I kept looking at the birthstone rings. An idea formed rather quickly. There are twelve months in a year, right? What if in 1980 twelve children had been born? Six girls, six boys. They were raised together and named for their birthstones. Easy right? Garnet (January), Amethyst (February), Aquamarine (March), Diamond (April), Emerald (May), Pearl (June), Ruby (July), Peridot (August), Sapphire (September), Zircon (October), Topaz (November), and Tanzanite (December). What if they dated? There was enough of them. Garnet (female) & Tanzanite (male), Amethyst (female) & Peridot (male), Aquamarine (male) & Pearl (female), Diamond (female) & Topaz (male), Emerald (female) & Zircon (male), and Ruby (male) & Sapphire (female).

            After that was decided there had to be something big going to happen. A wedding! That’s not the only thing. They’re all pregnant and going to have the babies around the same time. Then some really BIG has to happen. The end of the world, perhaps?

            Well there you have it. Twelve Months in a nutshell.

Tragedy Abounds, a poem

Tragedy Abounds

Today I went to school

It was like any other

Until

A man came

Looking for his mother

He came in

Saying she wasn’t any good

Then he started

Shooting us with his gun

So many of us gone

We were so young

We ranged in ages

From 5-10

Those were just the kids

He took 18 of us

Today with only

11 days until Christams

We won’t see another

We won’t be a mother

Nor will we be a father

We won’t live to see

Grandchildren

Great-grandchildren

And so on

This man killed us

Today on 12-14-12

The world mourned

The worst school shooting at

An elementary school in the country

They say

On this day

Let us not forget Columbine

And Thurston High School

On this great day of tragedy

Let us all be reminded of

Not only this day

But others as well

We won’t be the first

But we will be the youngest

Rest in Peace all you little angels

12-14-12

Work Stuff

          I’ve been rather absent for awhile now with the blogs. There hasn’t been much time. I took time off in November for National Novel Writing Month (I needed 17,000+ more words to complete the novel) and working on the magazine was put on hold as well. There will be a double issue coming up at the first of the year for that.

          The reason I’m decided to finally write something for the blog is that I’m frustrated with things at work at the moment. Now I know that I shouldn’t write things about work because it could cost me my job. As far as I know no one from work reads my blog or even knows I have one. If they do read it, well, I can’t help that. I can’t keep things inside.

          There have been a lot of changes at work and not all of them are good. The old General Manager was fired and the temporary isn’t very good. I’m hoping that a former employee gets the job because then one of my good friends won’t be leaving.

          People aren’t doing their work during the morning and swing shifts and its left to me to do them. They aren’t checking CLC (Corporate Lodging: It’s for drivers and certain business owners. They give us their card we swipe it and charge it like a credit card). They don’t make sure the card is current, don’t get a current one, and if they don’t have a current one they don’t call the tech support to get a fax authorization THEN they don’t put it with the registration card!

          They don’t make sure that the server is on or hasn’t frozen. I do my best to check it at least once or twice a shift because I can’t do my work if it’s not working. Things get lost or don’t get done properly if that isn’t working.

          I know that people aren’t happy with what’s going on around here and everyone is pretending that it is. It can’t keep going if the business is going to survive. I won’t leave, I can’t. I need the job and I like the people I work with. I just don’t understand a lot of what goes on around here. People who haven’t been here long get pushed ahead of people that have been here longer.

          More later.