Weight: 335.8 lbs
(152.3 kg)
BMI: 43.1
Waist: 55 in (139.7 cm)
WtHr: 74.3%
Breakfast: Bacon
and Eggs
Lunch: Stroganoff Casserole
Dinner: Queso Soup
Drinks: 2000ml
water, 2x Kroger Energy Shots, Gatorade Zero Sugar Glacier Cherry,
Sugar Free Rockstar Energy
Sober Week 1 (Day 8)
Was finally able
to get to the YMCA. I do have to say using those weight machines were
very satisfying. It was also nice to hang out with Mom in an activity
that she enjoys so much. It is somewhat of an entertaining thought
that my mother is becoming a gym rat.
I'm going to have
to do some research on how lifting weights effect someone mentally.
As I was leaving the gym I was feeling like I was drunk. But by the
time I got to work I felt normal PHYSICALLY. But there was something
going on with my mind and spirit. Because, WOW people were extra
irritating today.
I'm going to make a really long, “Mark Whines About Work
Blog” But these are just a few examples of what I had to deal with. These are kind of normal things, but they really seemed to touch a nerve for me today.
A carryout just seemed to like screaming out my name.
Seriously every couple of minutes I would hear,
“MAAAAAARRRKRKKRKRKRARKRK!” Lady sounded like she was getting
tased screaming at me. I spin around and ask her what the hell is
going on and she would just roll her eyes and walks away. I'm supposed
to be the supervisor, if something is going on I need to know what's
going on. But she just seems to like to scream my name. And then when
ever there was a person who had an order that clearly needed someone
to help them out she would just stand aside while I yelled her name
several times until the customer decided that they didn't need any
help. And then I'd hear: MAAAAAARRRKRKKRKRKRARKRK
MAAAAAARRRKRKKRKRKRARKRK from the carryout.
Nobody seemed to be
able to pay attention to anything around them, as a Supervisor I keep
getting told that I'm not supposed to be on a register, but
Management wont come up when called (I've had managers tell me on other days that I
am bad at asking for help, after I've paged them several times for
help) and there were two people in customer service but the I'm
pretty sure that the two guys in there are in a relationship. Not
shaming their life preferences, but I really can't get them from
arguing with each other long enough to help with anything else in the
front end. When ever I did convince one of them to come out and ring
anybody up, they'd ring up an order or two and then go back into the
desk. When I did actually get off of the register I see over at the
self checkout and there are three or four registers saying, “Help
is on the way” but the cashier is standing in the middle of the self checkout area staring at the end of their nose.
I am glad that I was able to get out for lunch without buying anything as yesterday the Sugar Free Rockstar was on sale for Buy Two Get Two Free. And I convinced myself to just stick to the food that I have in the fridge at home.
As I am a Supervisor and not really supposed to be on a register I don't bother turning on the register light every time I open up the register. It used to be a lot easier to turn on and off the light on the register as there used to be a toggle switch a the base of the light pole itself, but some idiot in an office somewhere decided that it would be better to rewire the entire light system so that there would be a regular light switch underneath the bottom of the register. And considering that I spent an hour or two learning about strength training that morning I wasn't really eager to bend down over and over to get under the register to make the worlds slowest strobe light. So I would jump on a register and tell the people lining up that I was opening up the register. But then people would just stare at me. I would again yell that I am open. I've had more than one person ask me if I was open after I had yelled at them that I was open. They asked me how they were supposed to know if I was open if I didn't have my light on. Seriously if the cashier is telling you that a register is open, you can bet money that the register is open.
Another thing is that another
one of the carry-outs is “mentally challenged” (or whatever the
PC term is this week) and a couple of weeks ago when there was a snow
storm he had gotten into a crash that had totaled his car. The
frustration of working with him is that his mental condition causes
him to find a sentence. And he says that sentence. That is the
sentence he says. And he says that sentence. For the five hours that
he is working that is what he says. He says that sentence. That is
the sentence he says. And that is that is what he's like normally.
But the crashing of his car has broken him even further. So he has pacing around the front of the store for the last several weeks saying that he crashed his car.
His car is crashed. He has to buy a new car. I tell him that I need
him to be bagging peoples groceries and he walks away saying that his
car is totaled, he got into a car crash. His car is totaled. Because
he crashed his car. A lot of the time he seemed to get stuck and
stare into space. And when I would break into his stare and try to
get him to help people he would grab their cart and just walk away.
I'm really hoping that he would get the people to the right car and they are left running after him.
For dinner tonight I was really wanting some "Comfort food" but I was still wanting to stick to the Keto. So I picked up a small block of Velveeta cheese and a pack of Taco seasoning to make Queso Soup. I am wanting to try to avoid dairy products, but I'm not sure if the "cheese like substance" of the Velveeta Cheese counts. I do tend to weigh more the morning after I have Queso Soup. But it did taste good.
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