Cutting Ties

The moment I knew I was 100% ready to leave my former job was actually after I got hired for my new job.  As standard practice, the HR manager with job #2 called my supervisor at job #1.  Apparently he gave me a glowing recommendation.  Until.  Until she asked if there was anything he’d like to add.  And this is where my respect for him plummeted.  I actually flushed my respect for him down the toliet with some digested Mexican food.  He said, and I quote, “I am sad Heidi is leaving, but I know she has to take care of her situation.” 

Situation.  Situation?

What?  What situation do I have…

..OH NO YOU DI’IN’T….

He was talking about the fact that I’m a mother.  A single mom, at that.  I confronted him about it.  I told him that it was not his place to make that derogatory, personal remark about my daughter.  Maybe he’ll understand when he has priorities in his life, aside from drinking and work.  Maybe when he learns the difference between the right thing and wrong thing to say.  I mentioned that I sincerely hope by the time he matures, he doesn’t view children as a situation. 

He emailed me recently.  Told me that he’s sorry that I left on an unhappy note and that he didn’t mean it as it was spoken.  Forgiven.  But not forgotten. 

Please, mock me, make fun of me, degrade me….but never my daughter.  Never. 

I received my last check from job #1.  And that means I have officially cut ties with them.  Good riddance.  Please dwell on the fact that your attendance sucks, the fans are disgruntled and the employees are downright miserable.  But at least they don’t have situations….right?

 

This is Jim Minor’s cousin. 

Even more changes….

I’m heading HOME a day earlier.  Mostly at my own will.  Not totally, though.  I’m 100% disappointed in how everything has been handled with my (soon-to-be) former employer.  I know that I am causing added work for many people, but it’s all about NUMBER ONE.  They should know that, because they feel the same way about themselves. 

I’m going to a better organization. 
I’m going to go in with an open-mind.  
I’m excited to start anew.

Life is what you make it.  I know that.  It’s all about the attitude.  My attitude has been horribe for the last 2 months….I’m aware of that.  But, I’m changing it.  Right.  NOW.

Maybe only JiL will understand this?

Good Morning!  It seems like baseball weather is finally here!  I was emailing to let you know that after Sunday, I will no longer be working for the Wisconsin Timber Snakes.  I accepted a job in St. Louis, Missouri with a better organization where I will actually be making a difference in the world. 

 

I have truly enjoyed my time with the Justin Timber Lakes.  Working with enthusiastic fans like you has made the job enjoyable and rewarding. 

 

JT $ or Moose will be in contact with you shortly regarding your outing.  But, if you have any questions in the meantime, please do not to hesitate to contact them at (920)867-5309.

 

Thank you, once again, for your continued support!

 

 

Heidi

Snow.

There’s no picture with Charlie Brown playing baseball in the snow.  Probably because baseball should never be played in states that have snow in April.

 

Is this really baseball weather?

 

 

Missing: 3.5 years worth of clippings!

I was always in the newspaper in elementary, middle and high school. Honor roll, sports, extra-curricular activities…yep, at least once a month. My mom had clipped out every article, picture, and reference to both her kids. And in they went to a scrap book that was proudly displayed at our graduation receptions.

When I went to college, I decided not to allow the school to contact my hometown newspaper about Honor Roll, SM Student of the Year, etc. It was my way of rebelling. I wanted people to think I had went away to college and became nothing. I didn’t want to be the person (**cough**Ashley**cough**) that put everything from college in the paper. Internships, awards…but ironically, NEVER Honor Roll…

Here I am, 23. And back in the newspaper. About 4 times weekly, I am the handler for a six foot snake. We visit schools and encourage reading. Last week, we were featured in the school section of the local newspaper. I can’t find it online anywhere, so I guess I don’t have proof for all you out there in cyberspace, but I will be sending a copy for my mom and dad to put on the refridgerator. And later into the scrap book…..since I’m missing 3.5 years of newspaper clippings.

Here’s a picture of the snake, in his natural habitat….

Wait….let me try that again….

Fang is the 13 year old mascot for the Wisconsin Timber Rattlers…and I am his handler and I speak on his behalf….answering questions ranging from his favorite food (Dairy Queen) to rainbows (yes, he likes rainbows because that means the rain is over and baseball can be played).

So maybe I did go to college and become nothing…but at least I was in the newspaper again! 🙂

P.S. I know I didn’t become nothing. And **cough**Ashley**cough** works in a factory.

P.P.S. I couldn’t find anything online from high school, but does this work, JilNadine? I didn’t know it existed….

 

Cheese Curds

“A cheese curd is an orangish cheese byproduct that feels like Silly Putty but tastes a lot better. It was invented accidentally by UW cheese scientists attempting to create an object of pure cholesterol that would still squeak. Rats who are fed this remarkable food develop an unusual capacity to polka and drink beer.”

Now, if that doesn’t make you hungry.

You may ask, “Why cheese curds?”. I have many good reasons….the least of them being that I live in Wisconsin. And, cheese curds are the seventh food group…..with beer being the sixth.

A couple facts to help you expand your mind. I will take credit when you win $30,000 on Jeopardy!.

Fact #1
They gotta squeak. If they don’t squeak, they aren’t fresh. Plus, people really like saying, “I got some cheese curds at Festival today. And they are the squeakers.”

Fact #2
It’s a regional delicacy. Wisconsin, Upper Michigan, Iowa, and Canada. I thought they were too busy smoking pot and being liberal in Canada.

Fact #3
Don’t call them call them Cheese Turds. Wisconsinites take personal offense.

Fact #4
In Wisconsin, there are Fried Cheese Curds. If Wisconsin would join the rest of the US, these fried balls of cheese would be called Cheese Balls.

Fact #5
A cheddar cheese curd is a fetus. It is un-aged cheddar cheese. Is it fair that this cheese hasn’t even gotten a chance to grow up?

If those fact didn’t make you hungry, maybe this little diddy will……

Cheese curds, booyah and beer,
That’s what I like to hear.
I may be kinda pokey,
But I say “okey-dokey!”
To cheese curds, booyah and beer.

And for your viewing pleasure….