Fun day

I had a fun day at my volunteer position. I was stopped twice on my way to the building I volunteer at. One asked how to tell the difference between paid staff and volunteers. You don't because we don't wear badges to distinguish ourselves. The next person asked if we get hot and sweaty in our costumes. No, not really. We wear tanktops underneath to catch the sweat and drink plenty of water so we don't get too hot. Of course avoiding the hot stove area and sitting in the cooler part of the house helps too. We also sit like 21th Century people and uncross our legs when visitors walk in. We played jacks on the porch with a marble and card games in the parlor. The older gal tried to teach us young people a new game. I can see why we don't play these complicated card games Grandma and her lady friends loved to play. We were all confused how to play this new game. Tricks, trumps, changing high cards, bidding, teams, and remembering Jacks were highest with aces, Kings, Queens, and tens following. Old maid was much easier.

When I got ice water in the basement, I ran into a woman looking for me. She did a critique of hair and left. I have a feeling someone has been bitching behind my back about my hair, which always ticks me off. My hair is short so no matter how I fix it, it is never alright with the costume people. She didn't like my jeweled bobby pins, even though I have been wearing for about 3 months now. That would have been nice to know 3 months ago so I could have returned them to the store and gotten my money back. Then we had the same argument for the 4th time now. No, my hair is too short to roll into a bun. My hair is layered so it is in 10 different lengths making a ponytail hard to do without shorter hairs sticking straight up. They should not bring in people with short hair if it bothers the costume people so much. Sorry I don't want a 1870's hairstyle the rest of the week.

The biggest probelms I have with people I work with are unreasonable expectations and difficulty communicating. One job I was expected to do twice the work in half the time because I was 10 years or more younger than my fellow coworkers. Excuse me? I had someone at one job complain of my suddenly not doing my fair share. I tried to get down a heavy sewing machine down from the top shelf while standing on a shaking step ladder and pulled a muscle, so for a while I was using only one hand. Then, I had 2 managers who sent someone else to tell me something negative every time, once 2 months lasped before being told of my terrible crime. I believe a person should not be a manager if they do not have the nerve to tell an employee they made a mistake, which often occurs when one does not give instructions to a task before the task is started. I usually hit a breaking point before eagerly looking for another job. One job I quit was because a popicle constantly complained behind my back. A popicle is someone who is ice cold (unfriendly) with a stick up their rear (always in a bad mood). The other job I quit was from a practical joke I did not find funny. I'm on my 5th job in my life.

After the card games, we cleaned up and went home. I watched a Nova special about how the earth life was formed. Very interesting. I got a letter from my uncle I enjoyed. And now it is time for bed. Post later. Bye!