Exodus from Genesis in 2014

It's weird. Now that OD is going down, I feel the need to write more. The change of scenery, perhaps? I rather doubt that since I did have a blog for awhile thinking maybe I needed a change of scenery and it didn't bring back my need to write.

Maybe it's loosing something that meant so much to me for so long, and the camaraderie it is inspiring in all of us as we are all feeling the same thing. Loss, regret, even anger. I don't know about anyone else, but I am certainly feeling anger. I feel like all of this could have been avoided. Now, I'm hearing there have been offers to buy OD off and on over the years, yet Bruce wouldn't budge.

Damnit, man! If you don't have the time to invest in something that clearly means the world to so many of us, then let someone else take over who does. At worse, you make some money off of it. Not doing so it nothing but selfishness.

I won't lie, I've been highly critical of the creators of OD ever since the whole Free OD/OD Plus fiasco when it first came out as two different sites. I knew enough about coding, servers, websites, etc at that point to know it was being done the wrong way. And the criticism has never stopped, especially as I grew more familiar with computers and coding.

But, I did not start out this entry to bitch. I'm glad we all have a place to go. And, whenever a paid subscription is available, I'll be one of the first to say, "Shut up and take my money!" I support well run and well designed websites, all of which Prosebox is. :)

Anyways. I'm currently downloading my OD in one year files each. I'm up to 2003. It's not taking very long, even with the notes. I'm surprised the text files are as easy to read as they are.

I lost my voice on Wednesday due to the sinus infection I randomly came down with. Robbie brought home bronchitis from school and it has affected all of us in one way or another. But I could live in a bubble for a year and still get a sinus infection no less than three times. It started out with a scratchy throat when I got up on Wednesday, progressing to full fledged sore throat by the time I got to work and had very little voice left an hour into my shift. I had to take PTO for the rest of the day since they didn't know what to do with me. We didn't know if I had something contagiousness, so I couldn't floor-walk. I asked about Y jacking, which is sitting with someone and listening to them take calls, but our OM had the same concern about me being contagious. When I was talking to one of the sup's about it the next day, she said it might not have been entirely that. "You are too good to Y jack." Not to toot my own horn but, yes, I am.

So, I went home, took sinus pills and advil, took a nap and my voice started coming back. Apart from sounding congested, I sounded fine at work the next day and more like myself on Friday.

Thank god for PTO, that saved my attendance for January.

My stats for January are so good it's almost ridiculous. 100% in quality, all eight monitors. All of my stats exceed expectations, especially after-call. I ended the month with 6 seconds. My sup couldn't believe it and pulled it up to see how much I used each day of the month. Some days were zero. He said he's never seen that before. My talk time was under 500 at the time, but since they moved us back into the tech support queue yesterday, I figure that's gone up a bit since I had a couple of long calls. My last call of the night was activating and updating a modem, which took just under an hour since the customer's computer decided to be contrary.

As of now, I'm a shoo in for the next supportive org class, which is the first step to becoming an in charge and a supervisor. I would have been in January's class, but being sick in December nixed it for me. While I only got one absence point because of my doctor's notes, there is a report that shows your absentee percentage and that's what got me.

But now I'm on the right track. At the advice of one of our OM's, who used to be my supervisor before she was promoted, I've cleaned up my loook to a more business casual and dyed my hair back to a dark brownish black. From what I've been told, it has been noticed.

Tax time is right around the corner. I have my last W2 from Sam's now, just have to print out my Xerox W2, I have all of the forms showing what I took out of 401k's and the taxes paid on them. Once I get my taxes, we can start looking for a new place.

We have our eye on a complex not too far from my parents and still in the same district Robbie goes to school in. They have town houses, too. Mom was freaking out when I told her about it. Apparently, two people were killed there not too long ago in what sounded like a drug deal. She would have a cow if she knew all that went on in our old apartment complex. Not everything makes it onto the local news. The fact that Papa John's wouldn't deliver their after dark should say something. I'm pretty sure our upstairs neighbor was in a gang based on conversations I heard him have over the phone. That didn't bug me though. He was very nice, as is his wife and son. His wife lived there for months's before he moved in, from the sound of it he was in prison. Honestly, I felt safer after I figured that out. A lot of the problems we had in that side of the complex were gone within the next month or two of him moving in. Strange people prowling about, drug deals, even the domestic abuse you could hear from several apartments almost on the nightly biases ended.

Too bad he couldn't have taken care of the problems the apartment complex itself caused, such as the bugs, lack of maintenance, ect.

Onto bigger and better! It's gotten easier on me the closer it gets to moving time, though is having the opposite affect on Ben. He's getting worse depression wise. Just another month or so until his insurance kicks in.

My new bras came in the mail Thursday. Woohoo! I never thought I'd be at the point where new bras are exciting.

I've been going the cheap route with bras the last couple of years as I always seem to miss Victoria's Secret semi annual sale. This time was no exception, I logged into the website the night the sale ended, but nothing my size was left. Yet I don't have very good luck with bras from Target or Wal-mart. My last Target bra broke in several places. The first wire to break was Ben's fault, the other wire just broke, started poking me with a rusty end through the fabric and enough was enough. I could keep buying cheap bras and have to replace them more often, or just spend more to get a bra that will last longer.

I ended up going with the two for $42 deal, one in black and the other in white. They are nice, full coverage, little to no lining. And very comfy. Ben teases me about my undie choices, how they are mostly plain and not exactly something you would see on a centerfold. But hey, I'm old and comfort trumps cute most days.

With that, my entire diary has been downloaded, including the entry I just wrote, which will probably be my last over there. I'll still log in to find peoples info until the site goes down, but this is my home now.

And just because...

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