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I am not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. It may seem odd to you then that I wake up at 4:30 in the morning and start work at 6. When I started at my place of employment, I was on second shift. I had no choice but to be a first shifter if I wanted to keep my job. Fine, I can handle it, I’m not going to die by getting up early, I just don’t like it.

However, there is a problem with getting up to work overtime on a Saturday, only to find out you don’t need to go in. I was getting out of the shower when I heard the phone ringing. Why can’t they ever call before you’re fully awake and showered? I should just be thankful I didn’t waste gas driving there. We can’t work because our processes won’t come up. Without that work instruction, there is nothing to follow to show us what to do. Never work without a process, that would upset the FDA.

So, it’s 6, I’m fully awake. It would have been nice to sleep in.

My car got fixed. It was the ignition system, yet somehow, my car was smoking down the street on my way out of work yesterday. What in the world? My co-workers were making fun of me, sick!

Yesterday I looked at my tomato plants, and I have one teeny tiny grape tomato starting to grow. Yay!!!!

That’s how exciting my life is. I have nothing more to say.

If doing the right thing makes me the bad guy, then I guess I am horrible.

See me as you want, I know who I am.

Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t sell my old car yet. The car my grandma gave me broke down. It can’t be fixed until Monday. As my mom so kindly pointed out:

“Monday is supposed to be the hottest day ever.”

Thanks mom, the thought did cross my mind, since I’ll be driving a car without AC.

I know I only had the interview last Thursday, but I did start freaking out on the inside when I hadn’t heard back yet. An email was received explaining that panel interviews were being discussed and would be set up soon. We would be updated after the 4th of July or sooner. It still looks as though I will get an interview. I am confident that the first one went quite well.

There’s still hope, and I really need a job change.

It’s strange how things will just hit me every now and again. For awhile I couldn’t remember what my ex used to make me say when we drove in the car. All of a sudden it just hit me tonight. Why wouldn’t I remember? I had to say it over and over again. I HAD to. Who knows what would happen if I decided not to. He used to force me to say over and over again on car rides, “SubhanAllahi wa bi hamdi, subhanAllahi azeem”. We had to keep repeating it together over and over during the car ride.

There is nothing wrong with doing this, it’s good to make dhikr. It’s just so much better when it comes from the heart. It’s so much better when you do it for the sake of Allah rather than the fear of what your husband might do to you.

I had put those words out of my mind. Even though I had repeated them over and over again, I couldn’t remember what they were. It’s sad that another person can take what is good and make it something you want to repress.

I forgot to mention that my mom’s cat pictured below, viciously attacked my hand on Sunday. He came up to sniff it, then started biting it, and ran away. He looks so cute and innocent, but he’s evil. He drew blood.

My other mention was a happy one. I am trying my hand at growing some tomatoes. I’m very excited. On Monday I planted one that will grow big tomatoes, and yesterday I planted some grape tomatoes. Yummy! I have two big pots on my balcony now, and my hanging basket. I must say the flowers in that are just stems and leaves now, but they are growing up fast.

Sunday: I spent the day at my mom’s house. It was a lot of fun and a very nice day. We made a nice dinner. We tried something new, a chicken on the grill with cucumber sauce, pretty good. My mom and I decided to go to a very dangerous place: Coach Factory store. It proved to be a mine field, pictures of the end result of that trip soon to come. Stayed too late, was tired for work on

Monday: I decided to fight for what was right at work. Proved to be an ugly battle with the engineer in our area. Everyone seemed to be blaming me for everything. My supervisor agreed that what I did was the right thing to do and wished more people would stand up like I did. A conversation in the evening made me feel crappy. I just want to be done with that mess. I went to bed feeling crappy and

Tuesday: I woke up feeling crappy. I worked in silence with my partner and stewed over things in my mind all day long. Shelly showed me her funky socks, which was a bright spot in my day, but it was overtaken by my thoughts. I feel trapped right now.

Allah please grant me the patience to make it through.

Tragedy has befallen the cleanroom at work again this past week. A hose on a machine blew off, spraying hydraulic fluid. They had to be shut down again. What does this mean for me? Well this means all the overtime I can work during the week, a full 8 hour day next Saturday, and possibly working Sunday too. We were already behind from the fire, and now this. I could work close to 60 hours this next week, scary. Well, whatever keeps my mind busy is probably for the best. Plus I’ll have a super nice paycheck.

Alhamdulilah, I could use a busy week.