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Pats on the back are free. Stop being stingy.
April 28th 2007 17:31
All this Tony working so much has me thinking about how to get people to work. There is a coworker of Tony's who has basically given up. He says if he does well, he works late, if he does bad, he works late. So why bother? Tony is of a different ilk. He is more like my sister and mother. The need within them to succeed and do well is enough for them to keep chugging along. No matter if they're working late, being treated not that well, or working with arthitic hands to build furniture.
This quality in people awes me in some respects, but I'm like Tony's coworker. Fuck you if you're not giving me my due. Work strike anyone?
Yet, it brings up a good question. Should people be compensated for a job well done, or hell doing their jobs period? Even children? Should they get money for every A? Should they get a treat for using the potty? Where does it end you know? Should you get a bonus for every contract you put in?
Let's face it... bonuses help.
When I worked in hotels we had bonuses at the first two I worked for. Both were owned by the same company, I'm sure that's why. For every night we sold out during a certain time of year, we got $10. Sometimes by the end of the month we would get an additional $100-$200 a month. That is a big chunk of money. It helped when you were working the night shift, and you got a call for distressed passengers, knowing you could get $10 for going the extra step, even a pain in the ass one, made it a little easier to say "Yes, we have rooms"
The other hotel I worked for didn't believe in incentives. They also didn't believe in renovations, or creating an honest work enviroment, but that's another story all together. My general manager once told me "We shouldn't have to pay you more to do your job". Even though that sucked ass, it got me thinking. I mean, isn't he right? We get paid an hourly wage if it was a pittance. Shouldn't THAT be enough to be polite, smile and hit every point on the reservations script?
With children, it's the same. I'd love to instill in my kids that doing a job well done is the greatest reward. They have me for a mother though. I half ass most my life, and I'm ok with that. I am one half assed job away from being a slacker, if I'm being honest with myself. I have been known to reward my kids for a job well done. Jonny gets a new Cars toy if he poops in the potty, Aislinn gets a little trinket if she does well in school, or doesn't lose a stick for a whole month.
We have yet to reach the point where my kids EXPECT a crap toy for every good deed. So, I assume I've not taken it too far. More than anything they love when I make a fuss over them. Praise them for their good works, their good deeds, their kindness.
I think that is what it all boils down to. People want to be appreciated. They want to be told "Hey! You're doing a good job!. Thanks for all your hard work!" In the workforce that doesn't happen very often. If someone had just said "Hey great job!" I think that would have been enough for me to go that extta mile. You might say that maybe I wasn't doing a good job. I know I was. Even though I'm a slacker, I still worked and did what I had to do, even if I was 25 minutes late coming in and took an extra long lunch. I am a smart person, and I think that the only reason WHY I got lazy is becuase I felt unappreciated.
I think the thing to remember is people love being told they're doing good. That is the best incentive a person, or company can do in my opinion. Appreciate the people who do for you, whether it be launder your dirty socks, or maximize your revenue. A pat on the back is free, yet people are so stingy with them.
This quality in people awes me in some respects, but I'm like Tony's coworker. Fuck you if you're not giving me my due. Work strike anyone?
Yet, it brings up a good question. Should people be compensated for a job well done, or hell doing their jobs period? Even children? Should they get money for every A? Should they get a treat for using the potty? Where does it end you know? Should you get a bonus for every contract you put in?
Let's face it... bonuses help.
When I worked in hotels we had bonuses at the first two I worked for. Both were owned by the same company, I'm sure that's why. For every night we sold out during a certain time of year, we got $10. Sometimes by the end of the month we would get an additional $100-$200 a month. That is a big chunk of money. It helped when you were working the night shift, and you got a call for distressed passengers, knowing you could get $10 for going the extra step, even a pain in the ass one, made it a little easier to say "Yes, we have rooms"
The other hotel I worked for didn't believe in incentives. They also didn't believe in renovations, or creating an honest work enviroment, but that's another story all together. My general manager once told me "We shouldn't have to pay you more to do your job". Even though that sucked ass, it got me thinking. I mean, isn't he right? We get paid an hourly wage if it was a pittance. Shouldn't THAT be enough to be polite, smile and hit every point on the reservations script?
With children, it's the same. I'd love to instill in my kids that doing a job well done is the greatest reward. They have me for a mother though. I half ass most my life, and I'm ok with that. I am one half assed job away from being a slacker, if I'm being honest with myself. I have been known to reward my kids for a job well done. Jonny gets a new Cars toy if he poops in the potty, Aislinn gets a little trinket if she does well in school, or doesn't lose a stick for a whole month.
We have yet to reach the point where my kids EXPECT a crap toy for every good deed. So, I assume I've not taken it too far. More than anything they love when I make a fuss over them. Praise them for their good works, their good deeds, their kindness.
I think that is what it all boils down to. People want to be appreciated. They want to be told "Hey! You're doing a good job!. Thanks for all your hard work!" In the workforce that doesn't happen very often. If someone had just said "Hey great job!" I think that would have been enough for me to go that extta mile. You might say that maybe I wasn't doing a good job. I know I was. Even though I'm a slacker, I still worked and did what I had to do, even if I was 25 minutes late coming in and took an extra long lunch. I am a smart person, and I think that the only reason WHY I got lazy is becuase I felt unappreciated.
I think the thing to remember is people love being told they're doing good. That is the best incentive a person, or company can do in my opinion. Appreciate the people who do for you, whether it be launder your dirty socks, or maximize your revenue. A pat on the back is free, yet people are so stingy with them.
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Here comes Peter Pooin' tail.
April 22nd 2007 19:39
Today, after changing Johnny's pull up, he got out a wipe and to scratch his butt. This was after begging me to "stick my finger in my booty. It ITCHES!!" (I refused, hence the wipe). After he was done scratching, he kept the wipe in his butt, and yelled "Look! I have a tail. Waggle waggle" as he's waggling his butt all around, swinging the wipe from his ass. This was all very funny, and I laughed quite hard.
Later, recounting the story to Tony, I was hit with my own "butt waggling" memory. When I was about Aislinn's age (see, seven is just a WEIRD age) everytime I would wipe after a poop, I would take a wad of toilet paper to make sure I wiped really well. (I was once embarrassed for a classmate who bent over and had a huge poop stain on her undies, and had been scarred ever since of poor wiping) if the tissue was clean (and free from any blood from my vigorous wiping) I would then stick the was of tissue back in my butt, I would hop around the bathroom singing "Here comes Peter Cotton Tail"
I don't know if anyone ever knew this. I was pretty quiet about it, but the thought that I resembed a bunny was just too much for me. Once I even climbed our vanity in the bathroom to see that YES! it really did like a bunny tail.
Kids are so weird aren't they?
Later, recounting the story to Tony, I was hit with my own "butt waggling" memory. When I was about Aislinn's age (see, seven is just a WEIRD age) everytime I would wipe after a poop, I would take a wad of toilet paper to make sure I wiped really well. (I was once embarrassed for a classmate who bent over and had a huge poop stain on her undies, and had been scarred ever since of poor wiping) if the tissue was clean (and free from any blood from my vigorous wiping) I would then stick the was of tissue back in my butt, I would hop around the bathroom singing "Here comes Peter Cotton Tail"
I don't know if anyone ever knew this. I was pretty quiet about it, but the thought that I resembed a bunny was just too much for me. Once I even climbed our vanity in the bathroom to see that YES! it really did like a bunny tail.
Kids are so weird aren't they?
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Weird? No, just seven.
April 20th 2007 22:07
Today, we had a field trip, and being the good mom I try to be, I went. I'll admit I dreaded it. Kids, even though I have two of my own, annoy me. I'm not a kid person, although I love my kids to death. So, to go and be SURROUNED by children that were not my onw, honestly scared the beJesus out me. They like whine and ask for things, becuase you're always stuck with some kid that parents couldn't make it to the field trip.
Anyway, within minutes, we're in a noisy school bus, and it was then that I realized my child, Aislinn is completely normal. You would not know how much this comforts me[ Click here to read more ]
Anyway, within minutes, we're in a noisy school bus, and it was then that I realized my child, Aislinn is completely normal. You would not know how much this comforts me
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Read More I can only take so much.
April 19th 2007 03:35
My husband has turned into one of those evil dads on tv. You know the ones, cell phone to his ear, shooing the kids away to talk business, working insanely long hours, and not participating in the everday shit that goes on with his family. I will never look at those dads on tv the same again, and for that matter I will not ever look at my husband the same way.
It's 10. The kids are hopped up on sugar and sleepiness. Being extra spazzy. We had a bday get together for my sister and we had just gotten home at 9:30. Aislinn who has turned into a shower goob insists that she take a SHOWER NOW because she feels "icky",. She's showering and of course Jonny won't go to bed until she does[ Click here to read more ]
It's 10. The kids are hopped up on sugar and sleepiness. Being extra spazzy. We had a bday get together for my sister and we had just gotten home at 9:30. Aislinn who has turned into a shower goob insists that she take a SHOWER NOW because she feels "icky",. She's showering and of course Jonny won't go to bed until she does
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I have a new addiction....
April 17th 2007 17:49
Design on a dollar.
April 16th 2007 01:48
Ok first of all..... hey why does Orble switch crap around ALL the time. I have the hardest time making a post, trying to find WHERE it is I'm supposed to click. Remember, Orble, I am NOT as smart as a fifth grader, so I need it to be some what easy.
I have become obsessed with redecorating. There is just a tiny glitch in that.... money. It's not that I want anything fancy. Just you know I want it to be good quality, look nice and be like free when it comes to price. Sheesh even bedding is so expensive. Everything I like is expensive. I am not one of those people that can throw shit together and make it look nice. I'm just not. I am the reason stores set up displays, I go Oh that looks fabulous, give me all of that[ Click here to read more ]
I have become obsessed with redecorating. There is just a tiny glitch in that.... money. It's not that I want anything fancy. Just you know I want it to be good quality, look nice and be like free when it comes to price. Sheesh even bedding is so expensive. Everything I like is expensive. I am not one of those people that can throw shit together and make it look nice. I'm just not. I am the reason stores set up displays, I go Oh that looks fabulous, give me all of that
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Bad mommy.
April 13th 2007 17:00
I've been feeling the strain lately of being a mom. This is always something I am hesitant to speak about because I've had people tell me before that as single moms, they are offended that I "whine" about not having a "break" from the kids. Although, yes we are lucky to have what we have, and we should be thankful for our lots in life, I often wonder how would these single moms feel if someone told them to stop whining about life and be glad they have a job, or a car, or whatever. A lot of times these single moms make WAY more than we do as a two parent family. But, would I dare come to them and say "It really hurts me when you talk about how much money you make, and how you can afford to like put your kids in classes, and take them out all the time" No of course not. We all make choices, some good, some bad, and we all have to deal.
Anyway, sorry personal rant there[ Click here to read more ]
Anyway, sorry personal rant there
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Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?
April 13th 2007 00:43
Um. No. No I'm not.
This is a new game show, and WOW do I feel pretty dumb. Too many Ben Stiller movies will do that to a brain.
This is a new game show, and WOW do I feel pretty dumb. Too many Ben Stiller movies will do that to a brain.
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Insert title here or The one where I bored you with message board drama.
April 10th 2007 02:48
Titles are so tiresome. It get's harder and harder to think of catchy titles.
Anywho, not much to chat about, unless you all want me to bore you endlessly with my parenting message board drama. Oh Lord. Parenting message boards. They're just so filled with delicous drama. From the covert "My child can count to a million and write his name in the snow in cursive, and he's only three" to the more in your face "Fuck you, Geetha you annoying bitch" And yes Geetha is real, and got a few fuck offs from me today. I don't know if she reads this, but Fuck off Geetha[ Click here to read more ]
Anywho, not much to chat about, unless you all want me to bore you endlessly with my parenting message board drama. Oh Lord. Parenting message boards. They're just so filled with delicous drama. From the covert "My child can count to a million and write his name in the snow in cursive, and he's only three" to the more in your face "Fuck you, Geetha you annoying bitch" And yes Geetha is real, and got a few fuck offs from me today. I don't know if she reads this, but Fuck off Geetha
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I don't know if I belong here.
April 6th 2007 19:46
I don't know if Orble is the proper fit for me. I thought by coming here, I would be more free to write the way I wanted, but unfortunately, most the blogs here seem to be very specific. No one wants to read my ramblings about kids and all that. That is my LIFE though, and I have no shame of it.
On a lighter note (pun intended) Wednesday I found out I lost an additional 2.2 lbs, and have broke the 10lb mark. I averaged out my weight loss over 12 weeks and well, I lost an average of .8 lbs a week. Fucking Amish Bread. Eating two loaves in one weekend by yourself will always make you gain[ Click here to read more ]
On a lighter note (pun intended) Wednesday I found out I lost an additional 2.2 lbs, and have broke the 10lb mark. I averaged out my weight loss over 12 weeks and well, I lost an average of .8 lbs a week. Fucking Amish Bread. Eating two loaves in one weekend by yourself will always make you gain
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The greatest toy ever invented... the cardboard box.
April 6th 2007 03:24
Thanks to Anne for bringing up such a wonderful subject.
We have all complained about it as parents. The kids would rather play with the box than the toy that came IN the box. It's just one of those things that kids like to do. I know I did[ Click here to read more ]
We have all complained about it as parents. The kids would rather play with the box than the toy that came IN the box. It's just one of those things that kids like to do. I know I did
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Just so you know, Hell is about to freeze over.
April 5th 2007 17:46
I say that because my staunchly anti-Disney princess, pink hating daughter has recently informed me that she is now more of a "girly girl"
The conversation went like this. We were sitting at the kitchen table together, while she ate her after school snack and I ate one too[ Click here to read more ]
The conversation went like this. We were sitting at the kitchen table together, while she ate her after school snack and I ate one too
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Whatcho' doin'? Nuttin' chillin' at da Holiday Inn.
April 5th 2007 03:23
I used to work in hotels. Three different Holiday Inns. I got to thinking about those old jobs today, becuase we found out that we're officially moving to Virginia, and THAT is where I last did hotel work. That was also when I said "NEVER ever again" and so far I have stuck with that promise.
I got into to it easily enough. I was 17. I had left my parents home in the middle of the night, my measly belongings stuffed into a trash bag. I snuck out the door, and moved in with this crazy lady named Teri. Teri had a so named Joe, who was Tony's closest childhood friend. Tony and I had broken up at this point, and I could think of NO better revenge than to hone in on his second mother figure (as fucked up as she was, all I'm going to say about Teri is... don't ever eat any vegetables in her crisper. Especially cucumbers. I'll let your imagination take flight now) and fuck his childhood best friend. At the time I was also working at a grocery store, where I met Pam and Sheila. Both worked at a Holiday Inn. Pam forever, and Sheila just recently started. It was FULL TIME! and well, I couldn't work at Price Chopper all my damn life now could i[ Click here to read more ]
I got into to it easily enough. I was 17. I had left my parents home in the middle of the night, my measly belongings stuffed into a trash bag. I snuck out the door, and moved in with this crazy lady named Teri. Teri had a so named Joe, who was Tony's closest childhood friend. Tony and I had broken up at this point, and I could think of NO better revenge than to hone in on his second mother figure (as fucked up as she was, all I'm going to say about Teri is... don't ever eat any vegetables in her crisper. Especially cucumbers. I'll let your imagination take flight now) and fuck his childhood best friend. At the time I was also working at a grocery store, where I met Pam and Sheila. Both worked at a Holiday Inn. Pam forever, and Sheila just recently started. It was FULL TIME! and well, I couldn't work at Price Chopper all my damn life now could i
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A difference a day makes.
April 4th 2007 00:13
Amazing how much difference a day can make. Gone are my sorrows. Gone is the sun, the warm spring days. Gone is the stomach virus Aislinn had. Gone.
Funny how that works isn't it? You wake up, and the world as you knew it, has just poof up and disappeared on you, and you begin to realize a change is a coming[ Click here to read more ]
Funny how that works isn't it? You wake up, and the world as you knew it, has just poof up and disappeared on you, and you begin to realize a change is a coming
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Life sucks.
April 2nd 2007 21:40
I feel tired, dejected, sad, morose, lonely, and unloved. My eyes feel heavy from teh burden of just staying open, and my muscles feel noodly and unable to do the simplest tasks. I feel heavy. I feel down. I feel all those meaningless words people use to describe how it feels when life just kind of sucks a big fat one.
The thing is, life does suck a big fat one, and there isn't a God damned fuck it all thing I can do about it. If I tell Tony, he justs thinks I am attacking him, which makes it ABOUT him, and sometimes, fuck it all I need it to be about ME for a change[ Click here to read more ]
The thing is, life does suck a big fat one, and there isn't a God damned fuck it all thing I can do about it. If I tell Tony, he justs thinks I am attacking him, which makes it ABOUT him, and sometimes, fuck it all I need it to be about ME for a change
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