Somewhere Between Reality and Insanity

location: painfully sitting on my bed with a sore leg. :(

mood: silly

music: Earworm of the Day: Sgt. Pepper - Beatles

The Thanksgiving holiday is just a few days away and I thought that this would be a good time to do a holiday post. Now don't worry, I am not going to bore you with a "what I am thankful for" list. Been there, done that, ain't doin' it again. If you guys don't know what I am thankful for by now then you don't know me very well.

With the start of the holidays it is becoming more and more apparent that people have indeed lost there ever loving minds. All of a sudden the most sedate of person is pulling out their hair trying to prepare that ever so elaborate meal that everybody sits down and gorges themselves to the point they are nearly ready to explode. Here is the thing...really, how many people are going to compliment the cook for how lovely the green bean casserole looks? About the only thing on the table anybody cares about if it looks good or not is the turkey. All the other sides are just that, nobody is paying any attention to the Jello salad or the mashed potatoes. I don't think Aunt Bernice is going to poke Uncle Herman in the side with comments like, "Look, Herman! Aren't the chunks of pineapple floating around in the red gelatin just look divine?" If so, then Aunt Bernice may just need to up her dosage on her medications.

Working where I do, I have come across those sort of people who are entirely too worried about whether or not they should garnish this or that with parsley or not. I have gotten the oh, so disappointed looks when I have had to tell some of our ladies that I am indeed out of those sort of garnishing or if I do have it, it isn't any nicer than what is already put out on the rack. Come on folks! What is the big worry that you can't top your mashed potatoes with a few parsley flakes or finely chopped green onions? It's all going to get smothered in some sort of gravy anyway!

That's what everybody should concentrate on...the gravy. We don't care if it has a few lumps as long as it tastes good and isn't floury tasting. We don't want to bite into the one mammoth sized lump that is entirely made of flour or cornstarch or whatever you used to thicken the mess. That, my dear friends, is just plain gross.

We have also been getting complaints from our regular customers that we will be closed on Thanksgiving for the first time in approximately 8 years. Oh good god, get ahold of yourselves! If you forgot whatever item you are sure you are going to need to run to the store for, then I guess you deserve to go without. I can't say this any more clear: MAKE YOURSELVES A GODDAMNED SHOPPING LIST!!!!! You have had more than enough time to plan out the meal, for the sake of all that is holy, you shouldn't have any trouble making sure you have everything you need. And please be realistic when shopping for your foodstuffs. You may only have 5 other guests at your table this year, but don't forget you invited Cousin Hal who could put away half a bird plus all the trimmings by himself. Are you sure that 14lb bird is going to be big enough in that case? Remember you aren't going to be able to run to the grocery store Deli to order thick dinner slices of that el cheapo turkey lunch meat when you start running out of food. Besides, nobody is really going to want that stuff anyway, I'd rather eat a chunk of styrofoam than be served that garbage. And Aunt Jane really likes your candied yams. Make sure you do a bigger than normal size of that because you know everybody is going to want some.

And yes, I know football is a traditional past time on Thanksgiving Day, but please don't assume that everybody is into it. I don't give a rat's tail about it. I don't plan on watching any of the games. I don't even know who is playing so don't ask me anything about it. My answer is "I don't know, and I don't care."

Now all I can say it I will be glad when all is over and done with. Maybe things will go back to what is considered normal for these parts. I'm not counting on it, but here is hoping all the same.

To everybody and anybody from the States who may be reading this, I truly do wish you a happy Thanksgiving day. Don't forget why we really are celebrating, although the food is um, real good. *grin* I, myself, am going to gorge myself silly and then fall into a turkey coma. I know I will pay for it in the end, but it will be well worth it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Tags: food, holiday, humor, stupidity, thanksgiving, work

Posted at 11:38 pm | Link | Leave a comment | 2 comments | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Trying to figure out how to work the cramps out of my knees.

mood: disappointed

music: Earworm of the Day: Your So Vain - Carly Simon

This is going to sound like a somewhat angry post. Well, in a way it is but also it's really not. This is intended for someone who claims to be a reader of my blog but as you will see, I have my doubts about that. Just in case he is reading this, I hope he sees himself in it.

I can understand embellishment and I can understand a joke, but what I really don't understand and hate is when someone has to completely lie about certain things in an attempt to be impressive. Yes, I know that an embellishment is a lie, but most normal people just add smallish details to a story that is true. Kind of like saying that a cat was as big as a bear when telling a story, you know, something like that.

The one thing I have been is completely honest with the people I call friends. I don't have many, but the ones I do have I admire, respect and cherish. I may joke around with them, even do a little embellishing of my own, but never have I outright lied to them. These people know when I am doing my fair share of creative story telling so I don't feel like I am being a hypocrite when I complain about others fibbing.

The person in question has left many doubts in my mind when it comes to the things I have been told. Perhaps I was a little too trusting or something, but even though I wasn't sure to believe him, I did give him the benefit of the doubt. I haven't seen him in years, so who's to say that he isn't doing as well for himself as he says he is. The tales did sound a bit far fetched but this is when you should take what people say with a grain of salt. Like I said, I do believe he was telling me this stuff in hopes he could impress me. I think that alone is sad and he apparently don't know me near as well as he thought I did.

Just last week though, I caught him in a huge lie. It wasn't one that really should make a difference, but the fact that he did this full well knowing that I appreciate the truth is just baffling.

A good number of years ago when I was just 10 or 11, there was a film made about 50 miles from where I live. This person is the same age as I am in fact, we went to high school together and was in the same graduating class. He posted up a link on Facebook showing the trailer of the film with a statement about where it was filmed. I remember at that time that they were hiring locals as extras on the film and that my father was one of those extras. I commented about that and he replied that he was in one of the bands. Stop right there! I saw the film when all was said and done and considering the subject material there were no bands in the film. And even if there was, He would have been way too young to be cast as a band member. Remember I said that I was 10 or 11 when this was filmed and well, so was he.

Like I said, this really doesn't make that much difference, but because of the doubts I already had, this just reinforces the fact that I do truly think him a liar. I was tempted to call him out on Facebook, but decided that I should take the high road and not embarrass him like I know I could. Why not? Because it is just not my style. My best approach was to post this and should he see this, perhaps he will realize how stupid he made himself look in front of somebody he was trying to impress. I shall let him wonder why I won't go out of my way to say hello anymore. If there is any further contact, I think I shall send him a link to this post so he could see for himself the huge mistake he made. Besides, I believe he will eventually make a bigger fool out of himself without my help.

My apologies to those who do actively follow my blog. This just needed to be said, and you are all welcome to shake your with me.

Tags: facebook, friends, lies

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location: Oh how I need to find a clever way to say sitting on my bed

mood: contemplative

music: Earworm of the Day: I'm Yours -- Jason Mraz

A bit of discussion last night got me to thinking about the way the different genders are perceived.  For the record, just in case the person I was talking to reads this, these thoughts have nothing to do with what we were talking about and in no way am I picking on you or criticizing you.  I thought I had better make that clear before I go on with what I was thinking.

First off, why is it totally wrong for a man to show he is sensitive?  If you find a man who is in tune with his emotions and shows them, all of a sudden he is labeled as a homosexual or worse.  To me that is not a fair and just assumption.  And why is it perfectly okay for a man to to be rude, opinionated, crass, or to plainly just be a jerk?  Sure, we don't like it when it when we see a man who is this way but as a whole we tend to think, "he is just being a man" and accept the fact that he is an ass.

On the other hand when a woman is opinionated and rude or whatever, she is being a bitch and is on the rag.  Do I think it is acceptable for a woman to always behave that way?  No, absolutely not, but I don't think it's okay for a man to behave the same way, either.  We just have to remember that regardless of whether a person is male or female, everybody has bad days.  We can't make snap judgements on a person just because our first encounter with him or her was a bad one.  We don't know what was going on in that person's mind nor do we know his or her situation.  Granted we are all guilty of doing such a thing, myself included.  I just wonder how many people formed that opinion of us when they approached us in a bad mood.  Try as we might, we can't always keep a smile on our faces and be congenial each and every second of the day.

What I really wish we could all do is lay aside the labels and stereotypes that go along with gender.  I know it's hard because even as children we are taught things like boys and men don't cry and girls and women are supposed to be kind, thoughtful, and nurturing.  It takes a lot of thought and independent thinking to break away from those so called "teachings."  There is absolutely nothing wrong with a man who can shed a tear and show that they do indeed care about someone or something.  Also, there is nothing wrong for a woman to be strong willed and to be able to take care of herself.  In all honesty, these are traits that should be shared by both men and women.  Nobody should have to depend on another person to take care of them and nobody should be made to feel ashamed that they can cry.  We are all human and should treat each other with respect.  In other words, we should treat others the way we want to be treated.

Now I know that there is the possibility that someone reading this is going to say that I am just as bad when it comes to stereotyping women.  I know I shouldn't do that and it is something I have to work on, but I will freely admit that the whole reason for that is I am personally hard on my own gender.  Maybe I have higher standards when it comes to what should be expected of other women, but in all fairness, I would expect the same from a man just as well.  Plus a lot of what I feel stems from the way I had been treated in the past.  I know, I know, it was indeed in the past and I should come to some sort of terms with it, but unfortunately it is those experiences that helped me form the opinions I have of other women, be it good or bad.  And sadly, no matter how many times I go on about how we should forget about the stereotypes, there has to be a little truth out there for the stereotype to be formed.  Otherwise, those stereotypes wouldn't ever exist.  No matter how much I hate that little tidbit of information, there it is for all it's worth. 

And one more thing I can't help but wonder about, how many of us put on a "mask" to hide the real us from other people, and for what reasons?  I used to because I was truly afraid of what other people thought of me and because of bad experiences I didn't want to give any opportunity what so ever for others to give me a hard time.  The one thing I learned upon finally allowing my true self to shine through is that (with a few exceptions) most people warmed right up to me.  I really was acceptable to other people and not someone who should be shunned.  How I wish I would have done that a long time ago, but really, what did I know at that young of an age?  As I have said before, hindsight is always 20/20.

Maybe someday we can all lay aside the way the genders are seen and find the good qualities acceptable in both men and women*.  Will I hold my breath until this happens?  No, I like breathing all too well.

*What I mean by acceptable is men won't be ridiculed for shedding a tear and women won't be deemed bitchy for having an opinion.  Things like that.  Otherwise, it is already acceptable for people, regardless of being men or women, to have the qualities that make them decent human beings.

Tags: genders, opinion, stereotypes

Posted at 08:32 pm | Link | Leave a comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Oh for gods' sakes you know where I am.

mood: irritated

music: No earworm this time...believe it or not.

Okay, okay.  This sort of shit is getting mighty old.  How come is it the more I want nothing to do with my mother's son, the more he has to become one great big annoyance to me?  How do I get it through his thick skull that I. Want. Nothing. More. To. Do. With. Him.  What part of that is too f'ing hard to understand????

I suppose I had better explain and also put some sort of a name to the idiot because "my mother's son" is a rather long thing to type.  I shall call him by the shortened version of his name and only because the Robert I know is someone who I like and respect.  So from here on out he is simply Bob.

I get to work today and our head checker called me to the front because she had a message for me from Bob.  Apparently he called the day before asking for me rather formally, as in "May I speak with Mrs.  P."  He was told that I wasn't working but he could leave a message.  What I was told astounded me to no end.  He accused ME of harassing HIM!!!  Our head checker pretty much told him that he would have to call me himself and not bother me at work because this is of a personal nature.   Much thanks to the checker, but ye gods!  The gall!

How the fuck am I harassing him when I am perfectly happy to forget he even exists!  I don't even drive down his street!  Hell, I have no reason to go that way so why would I bother?  If anything he is the one harassing me and my co-workers!  He's the one who stops one of my co-workers who has the misfortune of walking past his house every day just to pass on messages.  He's the one who stood outside the store waiting for someone who works there to pass on a message.  And he's the one who leaves his panties on the restroom floor!  All this and I am the one who is harassing him.

Well, I did tell the husband about this and unleashed the proverbial dogs.  H went to Bob's house and caught him just walking up the street.  He gave Bob a warning that if he so much as bugs the co-worker who passes by his house the police will be called and a restraining order issued.  I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, because the less I have to do with him the more I like it, but if I have to, I will and without hesitation.  At least then, if he does bother me or even attempts to come in contact with me all it would take is one little phone call and off to jail he goes.

Oh, and that ever important message that he is trying to get to me?  He is wanting to tell me that he is dying.  And I say to that, so what.  The last time I ever um, spoke to him...oh okay, let's be truthful.  I didn't speak, I bellowed!  I cussed at him and cursed his very guts and I think I may have even invented some new cuss words at that.  But at any rate he was informed that I don't give a fuck if he lives or dies.  I am done with him and when I say I am done with someone, I mean it.  That's it.  It is finished.  No more.  I can not make it any more plain short of drawing pictures.   In fact, he could lie down in front of a moving semi trailer and I wouldn't give one whit about it.  I am convinced that the world would be better off without him.  And yes, I do say world because without him, you, my dear readers, wouldn't have to listen to me complain about him.  And if he is truly dying, it is self inflicted anyway, so could it be ruled as a suicide?  Hmmm, I wonder. 

At any rate, I hope that this will be the end of it.  I am not counting on it or holding my breath, though.  Blue is okay, but not as a skin pigmentation. 

Tags: drunkards

Posted at 08:54 pm | Link | Leave a comment | 8 comments | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Sitting in bed thinking about going back to sleep

mood: awake

music: Earworm of the Day: Science Fiction, Double Feature - RHPS

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it".


1.  I found it very hard to come up with things I haven't told my LJ readers, whether in a post or private conversations.

2.  When I was very little I carried around a stuffed toy leopard cub just about everywhere I went.  I insisted that it was a she and I named her Lizzie.

3.  Due to rebelling against my mother's religious beliefs and mainly because I love the holiday so much, I have dressed up for Halloween every year after leaving my parents home.  It didn't matter whether or not I had to work or even had kids come to my door, I always dress up.  Do you have any idea how many people are willing to give treats to the parents who are dressed up while taking their children out trick-or-treating?  I don't take any for myself and tell the person who answered the door to save it for the little ones.

4.  I have two different food allergies.  One is to honeydew melons- can't eat them even though I love them because it causes severe sore throats and swelling of my esophagus.  The other one I have no clue what it is.  It has to be either a spice or a preservative- whatever it is causes me to break out in a very red rash that covers my neck and goes up towards my chin.  It isn't painful nor does it itch, it just discolors my skin for about an hour.  Because of the lack of any other symptom, I don't worry about what this possible allergen is, I just try not to eat the items that I know has it when I don't plan on going anywhere.

5.  Everybody knows I have this problem of picking up other people's accents depending on who I was talking to or what I was watching.  The weird quirky thing is I have found myself slipping into an accent (once again depending on who I was talking to or what I was watching) without even realizing I have done so.  Because of this, I have fooled others into thinking I am not a native in the US and have even asked where exactly am I from,

6,  Several years ago, maybe a year or two after I started working at the store I work at now, I was featured in a telly commercial for the store.  There was these advertisers who filmed various commercials for local businesses and they aired on various channels --some local, some not but allowed local ad spots through the cable companies.  I was filmed running groceries through the checkstand and the person who I was "checking out" kept me talking by asking me questions.  That person also told corny jokes just to keep me smiling with an attempt to get me to laugh.  After this spot aired I was nicknamed "movie star" by one customer and another customer asked me if I ever stopped talking!  That one thought I had kept up the flow of chatter on purpose.  It took several years for me to live this one down but every now and again someone will remember the spot and ask if that was me on those commercials ever so long ago.

7.  I am going to ignore B and C of the rules of this meme.  I don't have anywhere near 7 LJ friends to tag and of the ones that I do have, one tagged me and the other was tagged by the same one who tagged me.  I guess I could add my tag to hers so he has a double whammy....hey brendanpodger *TAG*  Your it!!!

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Posted at 06:32 am | Link | Leave a comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: At home, in bed, what more do you want to know?

mood: sad but hopeful

music: Earworm of the Day: Winds of Change -- Scorpions

Today was not only a day of saying goodbye but one of saying hello as well.

This was the BBM's official final day as owner as well as being the first official day for the new owners.  The whole idea of this change felt like an unpleasant dream.  No matter what I thought of our BBM at times, all in all he really wasn't that bad of a boss.  Sure there were times I wished he would have grown a spine and really let some of our other employees have it and yes, he was a tightwad of sorts, but as someone to work for, he was a decent person.

Not only did we have to say good bye to the BBM, we also had to say goodbye to our store manager.  Now he was a good person to work with.  I can't say I worked for him because he wasn't the one who signed our checks, but he was the one in charge when BBM wasn't available.  This was actually a temporary job for our manager as he was actively looking for work in the field he went to collage for.  As he hadn't been very successful for quite some time, we all thought he was here to stay.  During this time, I gained alot of respect for him and started to consider him a friend.  It was within this past month that he got a job offer in his field, which meant he would be moving out of state should he accept it.  He did and I am happy for him, but I am really going to miss him.

Upon walking in the door it finally truly hit me that this isn't a dream but cold hard reality.  I had to fight back tears for the first hour of work full well knowing that this is it.  I had to throw myself into what I had to do just so I didn't ball up in a corner and weep. 

We had to finish inventory today come hell or high water and what had normally taken just about three hours took nearly all day long.  We have an inventory company come in and do it, these folks are professionals and are very fast at what they do.  During that time though, nothing can be filled until they are done counting that department.  My department was very full well before they started in on it so I was left with nothing much to do.  I wound up finding little odd jobs such as making signs for various displays to keep me occupied.  By the time lunch rolled around, I was feeling better; bored as hell but better.

I pretty much fiddle farted all day long but nobody could say I wasn't doing anything.  I am hoping that it was noticed that I was able to do more than just mess around in produce.  I did wind up teaching one of the new owners how to make changes on the scale in the produce prep room.  I don't know if he was impressed or not, but he was thankful.

By the time I had to leave, I was even able to do my usual joke cracking.  But before I walked out the door, I had to find our manager to say goodbye.  I actually held up pretty good in spite of the fact I could feel the tears wanting to well up again.  We exchanged email addresses with the promise of staying in contact and no goodbye is complete without a farewell hug.  I lost it, I walked out the door in tears.

I think I am still in a bit of shock, but it is time to lay aside the past and move on to the future.  And not only are we all moving on, we are doing it with hope that this change is going to be for the good.  Yes, I know it is only work and at a grocery store at that, but when you spend 8hrs a day five days a week at one place, it becomes a part of your life no matter how much you don't want it to be.  There is nothing that can be done about it anyway so may as well make the most of it.  Now I am hoping to reach another goal and get the position I really want.  That manager's spot is wide open, so let's see how it goes.

Tags: changes, friends, work

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location: Online with a friend, having a good chat.

mood: indifferent

music: Earworm of the Day: Holiday - Green Day

Well, it sounds as though my mother's son is back to being a pest again.  It's funny, I can go blissfully month after month without seeing hide nor hair of him, plus nobody runs up to me asking me questions about him or telling me of his drunken antics, then all of a sudden he either shows up at work or somebody has to ask or tell me something about him or both.

Last week, he shown up where I work smelling like he fell into a stagnant vat of alcohol then stumbled into a burning building.  Yeah, you get the point...he stunk!  Thankfully(?) I wasn't near the front end of the store when he staggered in so I didn't see him at that time.  He wandered off into the men's restroom before I was nearly cursed with his presence in front of me.  I guess it didn't matter because when I did go up front I had to ask one of my co-workers what on earth that god-awful stench was.  I was warned that there was some drunkard in the restroom at that time, and we-as in any person working that has a manager title- may want to be on guard.  My co-worker said that he was able to hear him talking...more like arguing...with himself and with this person as drunk as he was, who knows what could have happened.

Here is where I made my mistake.  With the knowledge that a potential disturbance was in the building I thought it was best to kind of hang out near the front of the store, you know, close to the telephone just in case we would have needed officer assistance in escorting this man out of the building.  Little did I know who exactly our tipsy (hooboy, is that an understatement or what???) fellow was. 

I was at the customer service counter selling a lottery ticket to a kindly old lady when I heard incoherent babbling coming my way from the breakroom (where the rest rooms are located).  I looked up and first thought was "Oh F**K!  This is the last person on earth I wanted to see!"  Alright, let me be completely honest with you, I wouldn't want to see him even if he was the last person on earth!  I think I would rather be completely and totally alone than to share a planet with him.  As of  now, I have no choice in the matter.  Even though I would be doing the whole world a favour by putting him out of our misery, it is still considered illegal.

Anyhow, no matter how much ducking behind the counter I tried to do, I was still spotted.  Luckily, he was heading out the door at the time so all he did was made sure that not only I heard him but the rest of the people who were at the front end of the store got a listen.  He slurred "I've got eight months, and it's terminal.  Nice knowing you" over his shoulder as he made his way out the door.

Naturally all that had earned me some funny looks and awkward questions.  Namely the question "is that your brother?"  I need to make up some cards that say something to the effect of "no, not any longer" with a brief explanation as to why that is.  Whenever someone asks me this, I don't have to say a word.  Just hand them a card and hope that it is enough of an answer.  Whether this is right or wrong makes no difference to me, because I feel no guilt in the way I feel about this man.  Now that did feel wrong calling him a man, because in no way do I see him that way, but until they come up with an appropriate term for a waste of skin like he is, I will have to use it.  If there is a term for him, somebody out there, please enlighten me.

Oh and the above story gets even better!  After he was gone, nobody was truly brave enough to go into the restroom for any reason because the gods only knew what they would find.  After all, the co-worker who warned me in the first place also said that he could hear the sot hacking and coughing in there.  Eventually, one of our boys had to use the facilities and they simply couldn't use the ladies room like some of the others were doing due to it being occupied, so in he went.  The good news is there wasn't a mess allover the floor or the seat as was suspected.  The bad news is, nobody really wants to pick up used women's panties off of the floor no matter how lacy they were..especially when worn by another male.  Not that I give a damn as to what a person chooses to wear for undergarments, it's just that nobody else wants to know much less have to pick up off the floor.

The next day, I find a note attached to my time card from our office manager telling me that my "brother" called and that he has psoriasis over 80% of his body and that they can turn cancerous.  Oh and that he has liver damage as well.  No kidding?  I would have never guessed!  Once again, I don't know why he can't get it through his thick and muddled skull that I don't give a goddamn about him anymore.  He has been told that I could care less if he lived or died.  When I said I was done with him, I meant it!

Two days later, one of our regular customers had to tell me more of the drunkard's antics, about how he stole from him and how he had to call the cops to have him removed from the premises.  I found out that he had the snot beat out of him and that he was taking some sort of dope (now this is something I don't condone for anybody.  More about that, later) and that he is also leaning on the queer side.  Hell, I knew he was bisexual.  Anybody meeting him for the first time would have to be completely blind and deaf not to figure that one out.

Anyhow, I hope that I don't have to hear anymore about him for another six more months or however long it has been since I last heard about him.

Now before anybody gets the wrong idea on where I stand, I have said it once and I will say it again: to each their own.  What a person does on their free time is nobody else's business but their own.  I may not be fond of all out drunks (I am not talking about the occasional drinker who gets bombed once in a while - just to make that loud and clear) but who am I to judge what they do.  Even those who use illegal drugs, I don't condone that in any way, like I had just said, but what they do on their own is none of my business.  It's just that if a person is going to get that bombed, why can't they stay home?  Then again, in this case, there isn't a time when he is sober.  There is a snowball's chance in hell that would ever happen with him.  There are very big reasons as to why I feel this way about him and I think I had mentioned it in a different post.  I can't remember, but really, it should be obvious why I want nothing more to do with him.  I would just like to know how I could get everybody to know that I do not claim him as a sibling, not even a half sibling.  Better yet, how do we convince him of the same?  I guess we don't otherwise he would have gotten the picture way back when when I told him so.  It is to laugh...or perhaps even cry at.  Depends on where you stand.

Tags: alcohol, drunkards, work

Posted at 11:48 pm | Link | Leave a comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Giving in and eating my very last Cherry Ripe. *sigh*

mood: happy

music: Earworm of the Day: Science Fiction, Double Feature

Finally, after years of being a huge Rocky Horror Picture Show fan I did the one thing I have always wanted to do.  I have always wanted to see it on the big screen and live the experience of hearing all the call backs and prop usage.  Last night, I had my chance.

Well, to be honest I did go and I truly did have a good time, but I was a wee bit disappointed.  The turnout was rather small, and the crowd was apparently of the shy type because of all the people that were there, I was the only one who dressed up as a cast member.  There were about five other girls who did make an attempt because they were all doing the Japanese bubblegum pop thing.  Each girl wore a bright neon coloured wig and a funky dress.  Oh well, I had fun dressing up at any rate.  Also nobody had any props with them but I did notice a flick of a lighter during the "Over at the Frankenstein's Place" song.  There was one plus though, one of the audience members knew all of the callbacks and she kept them coming.  She was also the one who got everybody off their feet to dance the Time Warp.  If it wasn't for her, I really honestly would have been very disappointed, indeed.

After talking to the owner of the movie house, he did say that in his past experience in showing the film, the closer he got to Halloween, the more people dressed up and brought props along.  This year he is expecting a huge turnout with Halloween falling on a Saturday.  There will be a costume contest held and props will be a must.  I am going to make it a point to go to that one.  At least I know what to expect a little more the next time.

The Joyo Theater where it was shown at is a very, very old building.  The place is in desperate need of repair, but what I thought was interesting is even though there was water stains on the ceiling and the floorboards were very rough, it really just fit the film.  The cracks in the walls even added to the atmosphere.  This theater has been showing RHPS for years on end, I forget exactly how many.  I hope that they continue the tradition in the years to come, it would be terribly sad to see them stop due to lack of interest.
            

Tags: rhps

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location: Last time I checked, infront of my lappie.,,Yup, still there

mood: aggravated

music: Earworm of the Day: Silly song from the cartoon Phineas and Ferb

Over  on the Katharine Kerr Yahoo group, one of our members put up a statement of sorts in their signature line ("Australian who has never heard someone describe their views on 'kindness to all men' as 'Biblical' ") in which I am compelled to respond.  I have chose to do it here rather than over there because to start with, there is already a rather heated discussion going on in which I really don't feel I would like to be a part of.  One or two heated topics are enough right now, not sure if a third one is needed.

I am so amazed on how those people who scream "Christian" are the very ones who are not being very "Christ like."   It has been my understanding that the followers of Christ were supposed to be tolerant of their fellow man.  Also they had no business judging other people.  Why on earth do these so called "Christians" feel that it is their business to send everybody who doesn't agree with their thoughts to hell?  Where is the tolerance in that?

I grew up in what I would like to call a Pseudo-fundamentalist Christian household.  In other words, my mother wanted to believe all the jargon that the Fundamentalists preached (unity instead of trinity, baptizing and ending prayers in Jesus' name instead of "in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost) but wasn't willing to follow the strict rules such as women couldn't cut their hair nor could they wear anything but dresses.  These batshit nutcases also forbid the use of makeup and jewelry as well.  My mother could live with that though, because she didn't wear makeup and rarely wore any kind of jewelry.

The thing is, I have never met a more self righteous, judgemental, disgusting group of people in my entire life!  Instead of doing what they could to show kindness to their fellow men, they were too quick to throw the proverbial stone.  My own mother was one of the worst especially when it came to overweight people.  She is overweight herself.  Pot - kettle- black?

It seems to me the people I have met that were "Christ-like" are the ones who don't follow any particular religion or simply tell me that they are heathen.  Now tell me, how is it that these are the people who do show a huge amount of tolerance and kindness to their fellow man?  I am not going to go into my own beliefs on whether or not there really is a heaven or hell just yet, but if there is one, how can someone who will go out of their way to render aide to someone in need be condemned to hell just because they are non-believers?  If you ask me, they are the ones who should be populating Heaven instead of the bigoted self-righteous arseholes who call themselves "Christian."  The whole idea disgusts me.

Because of the way I was forced to grow up and due to some of my reading along the way, I have my own personal beliefs in a greater power that some people call God.  None of these beliefs would go along with what my mother thinks and believes.  In fact, I think she would be very disturbed to think that a child of hers leans more toward the heathen spectrum rather than the "Christian" side of it.  Believe me, if the very claim to Christianity means that I have permission to walk around with my nose in the air and tell people that they are wrong and/or going to hell because of what they believe or how they live their life, then I want no part of it.  I would much rather let kindness shine through than that.

So yes, it is very funny that when people have strong "Biblical" views on touchy subjects, not once do they say that their beliefs on how to treat others are Biblical.  Perhaps they don't because they aren't?  Hmmm, interesting...isn't it.  I think they need to read a little more in the New Testament rather than focusing on the old and obsolete rules of the Old Testament.  That is if they want to claim that everything they believe in is "Biblical." 

Oh and a quick disclaimer before someone else brings it up:  I have no problem with the 10 commandments, but it is in the New Testament on how we are supposed to treat one another.  Remember the parable of The Good Samaritan? 

Tags: christians, fundamentalists, heathens, kindess, religion

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location: The same ol' place I always am.

mood: eh...

music: Earworm of the Day: I'm Yours -- Jason Mraz

As the takeover at the store is getting closer, I am actually starting to feel a little more anxious about it.   Not so much from the takeover itself...been there done that, but it's just the idea of change.

I know that it can't possibly get any worse, but I had found out that our manager will be leaving us just before the takeover is final.  It is actually to his best interest because he will be taking a job in his field.  He's the one who I always joked about being the rocket scientist, if you remember.   In other words, he's the closet geek. 

This saddens me because not only did I get along with him quite well, he is a familiar and for the most part a friendly face.  He is one of the few I really get along with and it is going to be very strange not having someone to kid around with who is a little closer to me when it comes to intelligence.  At the least I could make a joke and it doesn't go over his head like it does with everybody else.  I will become the strange one with even odder interests once again.  Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

What is even weirder, I think I will wind up missing the BBM as well.  I am not overly fond of the man with various reasons (see some of my older posts) but once again it is that familiar face.  I guess when you come down to it, you get used to seeing the same people day in and day out and get used to the same old routine, no matter how sick of it you get, becomes a comfort zone.  I don't necessarily resist change, I just have a tough time getting used to it.  (Gods, this must mean I need more spontaneous things in my life!)

Moving on to other subjects, one of our vehicles had been broken into sometime last Saturday night/early Sunday morning.  It wasn't discovered until almost noon on Sunday just as we were getting ready to go to the store.  Thankfully nothing had been damaged, but we did lose our digital camera.  This bugs me because we still had pictures of the kids on it.  I do think that those had been loaded into one computer or the other, so there wasn't that loss there, but all the same this is going to be a nuisance until we can afford to replace it.   The good thing is we still have the box the camera came in so we were able to report a serial number to the police.  Maybe with a little luck we will get it back, but I kind of doubt it.  We will see.

Better news:  I will be looking very forward to Saturday (the 17th).  I will be going to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show that night and frankly--heh, pun intended *grin*--I am very excited about it.  It will be the first time ever seeing it in a theater and no matter how much I have looked up on the 'net, I still am not exactly sure what to expect for the very first time.  I am also going to do what I can to go again on Halloween night, too.  I found out that they will hold a costume contest that night, and I think it would be fun to at least attempt to participate in that.  (Although I am sure that there will most likely be a few more "authentic" Magentas out there.  We'll see.)

And speaking of Halloween, once again I had to use my creativity and come up with a costume for my very indecisive son.  This may as well be the last time he will go out as he is getting too old to trick-or-treat.  I'm sure next year, if he bothers dressing up, it will be all about going to friends' parties instead. 

Anyhow beings he couldn't come up with any ideas of his own, I came up with a fantastic idea.  I kept seeing doctor's scrubs offered as costumes, and it hit me.  He is going to be wearing a set of scrubs splattered with fake blood.  Also his name tag will read Maxwell Edison and h will carry around a good sized silver painted hammer or mallet.  Yup, you guessed it.  He's going as a Beatles song.

Well, that's it for now.  I will keep you all updated on all these various "stories".  Until next time...ciao!

Tags: camera, halloween, rhps, thievery, work

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location: Getting some much needed R & R.

mood: amused

music: Earworm of the Day: Earache My Eye - Cheech Marin

Well dear readers, I am officially on the first part of my holiday.  (Part two will be in two weeks, a short one making a three day weekend.)  I didn't have anything special planned but I did have one event I got to attend last night.  I feel partially embarrassed by this one, but tickets were purchased months in advanced and yes, I did kind of want to see it anyway.

Last night we ventured off to Harrahs (a casino, for those readers who aren't familiar with that name) just across the Nebraska boarder into Iowa to see Cheech & Chong.  Now I can't say that this comedy duo is my favorite comedians and by no means do I promote the use of any illegal drug, but I have to admit (sheepishly) that the show was great. 

This was an outdoor show and it blew my mind as to how many people shown up for this.  Especially some of the elderly people in the audience.  It was friggen cold out and still there were those few who insisted on having their beers and other cold beverages in hand.  I poked hubby in the arm and sent him off for coffee which helped keep my hands warm as well as warming me up on the inside.  We had preferred seating which meant we didn't have to bring our own lawn chairs because not only were we up closer to the stage (third row, center...how much better could you get?) but chairs were provided for those who spent an extra $10 more per ticket.  Gates opened at 6:30 and the show started at 8...or was supposed to, at any rate.  Seating was first come, first serve and it was 8:30 before the show actually started.  Some folks in the crowd (and there was a pretty good chance they were intoxicated...gods, I hope they didn't drive home...by then) were starting to get impatient so you could hear chants of "We want Dave!  Dave's not here!" throughout the crowd.  (If you aren't familiar with the significance of that chant...just in case, I know that Cheech & Chong isn't everybody's cup of tea so there is a chance that someone reading this never watched any of their movies...it is in reference to one of their classic comedy bits.)

The first person who came on stage was Tommy Chong's wife.  She was such a pretty little thing, very slender.   She did her comedy bit telling the history of how she and Tommy met.  Then she went on to introduce the "boys." 

As expected the crowed hooted and cheered as both Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong came on stage.  Yeah, even I got caught up in the moment and gave a hoot of my own.  It isn't every day you get to see a celebrity that close to you.  Besides, I can't say that I never got a chuckle out of their films that I've seen no matter how corny I thought they were.  My first impression was "wow, they've aged."  Well, duh, it's been over 20 years since they have been on stage together and there hasn't been any new films from them in so long so what did I expect?  I guess when you come down to it, Tommy aged rather well, but Cheech really didn't.  If you remember from the films, he used to be rather yoked up.  I mean he didn't look like he did any weight training or anything like that, but there was muscle definition to him and he wasn't too hefty way back when.  Oh man, now he had put on a lot more weight and was rather flabby.  He is balding and a pity he didn't have his cheesy mustache anymore.  That 'stache is what was really missing.  I guess it really doesn't matter, he still looked good in a pink tutu.

Anyhow, the duo ran through several of their old skits and such but they refreshed them by changing the dialogue from what we were used to from the films.  Pretty much the act was old but the material was new.  I laughed right along with the crowd so I guess it still packed the same old punch that we all were familiar with.  I have to say that I was impressed that these aging geezers did brave the cold and put on one heck of a show.  They could have cut it short or even canceled due to weather but it was apparent that in spite of how cold and windy (did I say how windy it was earlier?) they were having just as good of a time as the crowd was.  Even after all these years, they still have their die hard fans.  We can only hope that we are as spry as they are when we get that old.

After a two hour show which ended in a sing-a-long of "Up In Smoke" we fought through the crowds to our vehicle and headed home.  I guess even for not truly being that huge of a fan, it still will be a night to remember.  Hopefully next time I get the opportunity to see a comedy act or a concert (or any other celebrity of a sort) it will be someone I really can get into.  If I can cheer for this act, then I wonder exactly how into it I will get with a favourite? 

Tags: cheech & chong, holiday, vacation

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location: Waiting for the well deserved time off.

mood: okay

music: Earworm of the Day: Take a guess folks..it's that time of year again! Time Warp!

I guess I wasn't kidding around when I said that the place I work at would fall apart without me!

Thanks to the upcoming takeover of the store, those of us few who have pending vacation time are trying to figure out how to use it other than just get paid for it.  I have one week worth coming to me in which I decided to split up so that I can get two different weekends off in its entirety.  The first part I plan on taking next week and the way I have it planned out is to use the three out of the five vacation days in between days off.  In other words, with Wednesdays and Saturdays being my normal days off, I am taking Thursday, Friday, and Sunday off so that way I won't have to be there from Wednesday until Monday morning, just in time for our freight to come in.  (Before anybody says that five days isn't a week, we are talking work weeks vs. actual weeks.  Days off don't count for paid time.)  The second part I am just taking a Friday and Sunday off so that I get a three day weekend.

When our current manager heard of this, he went into panic mode.  Please don't forget that it's the current owner (aka:  Big Boss Man or BBM) who makes out the schedules and I already had his approval for the time off.  Anyhow the first thing out of the manager's mouth was "who was going to do produce?"  The second thing was "who is going to take and put up the grocery orders on Friday?"  Well, BBM already had produce covered by putting one of the boys who work the floor and also has helped me out here and there in produce.  Oh no, you would think that this was going to be the end of the world.  God forbid that there is only four guys on the sales floor instead of five!  Good grief, there is more help on the sales floor than you can shake a stick at, it isn't going to kill them to loose one guy to produce for four days.  (This is where I shake my head and roll my eyes, folks.)

Now as far as the grocery orders go.  I really don't know why everybody thinks I am the only one who knows how to answer a phone call and write down what the customer on the other end wants.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to do this...then again, maybe it does considering our manager.  (Yes, he does have a college degree in it.  He is the closet geek in the store.  I flaunt my geekiness with pride, thankyouverymuch.)  The only thing I can think of is that maybe the customers may be a little intimidated by a different voice on the other end taking their orders, but they only will have to deal with that for a couple of days.  It isn't going to hurt them, either.  The only major difference for them will be having someone call them either ma'am or sir instead of by their first name.  I call them all by their first name and ask them how they are doing before taking their orders.  It's just a bit more personal that way, plus it makes them feel more comfortable.  In fact, I am planning on telling our regulars who call in on both Tuesdays and Fridays that I won't be there on Friday and that they can expect someone else to take their orders, but I will be back.

At any rate, in spite of the way the manager is acting about me being gone for a few days, I honestly expect to find the store still standing when I return to work.  It is only for a few days, not weeks, or even months like I would really like to have.  Things will go just as smoothly without me as it does with me.  The only big difference is, they won't have a jokester coming up with great comebacks at just the right timing.  Ooh, so that's where I will be missed!  They will all be bored without me!  
 
Yeah, right.

Tags: vacation, work

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location: Home from work, thank the gods!

mood: irritated

music: Earworm of the Day: Let It Be - The Beatles

Gah!  I can't believe some people!  Where on earth did they get their small minded additudes from?

I am ranting about one of our delivery boys at work who I normally jest with.  He made a comment today about a couple that came in the store about how they were gay.  Oh, for the love of all that is holy, big f*in' deal!  We should be happy that they had found someone who makes them happy. He went on and on about various other people who he knows that prefers the same sex and how "wrong" it is.  I couldn't listen to this garbage any longer and calmly told him that really, it is not any of our concern.  I am not going to go all superior on them and condemn them to eternal hell.  I have said it before and I will say it again and again:  IT IS NOT MY JOB, NOR IS IT ANYBODY ELSES JOB TO JUDGE ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING WHEN IT COMES TO THEIR OWN LIFE CHOICES!!!!!!!!

I have known a handful of people, both men and women, who happen to be homosexual and they were lovely people.  If other more self rightous fruitcakes would only get to know some of these people, they will find that they can be just as congenial as the next person.  So what if they don't necessarily approve of their lifestyle.  If they wanted to start getting all nit-picky on other people, I am most positive that they will find that there is something they deem morally wrong with everybody they meet.  But once again, it is NOT our job to judge.  I am sure there is something just as morally wrong with them as well.

It's these small minded conservative additudes that really raise my hackles.  I grew up in a holier-than-thou household and believe me, I couldn't wait to get out of there.  For every one thing that my parents condemned and pointed fingers at, there were hundreds of other things that they were guilty of themselves.  Always it was a case of the pot calling the kettle black. 

My mother was and is the worst of the lot.  She was forever putting overweight people down and making fun of them behind their backs, but she has absolutely no right to do so as she is very much overweight, too.  How dare she go on about that woman who was "waddling" as she walked!  Just who did she think she was????  And yes, homosexuality is a sin and all those people-no matter how kind and loving they were to other people, including ones like my mother-were going to hell.  Funny how she thought she could send them there.  *fumes*  Um, to be a Christian means to be Christ-like.  That doesn't sound very Christian to me.

Sorry about this rant...no wait...no I'm not sorry.  I just wish to no end that other people were tolerant of ways that are much different than their own.  This world would be a much better place.

Tags: homosexuality, rant, tolerance, work

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location: Thinking about giving my children a big hug.

mood: somber

music: Earworm of the Day: Angel - Sarah Mclauchlan

There has been quite a bit going on around here for the past few days...actually weeks, but some of it I had only become aware of it today.  (That's what happens when you don't read the daily paper anymore.) 

First off, rumor has been confirmed this week that the place I work at is to be sold.  This doesn't bother me too much because I will still have a job, and won't be having to stand in line at the unemployment office.  This alone is a good thing as the job market in this town well...sucks.  Big Time.

It turns out that the people buying the store are a collaboration of three men who together and individually own several other stores.  This means that we are in for some rather big changes, which I guess isn't all that bad.  Hopefully some of those changes will mean benefits (health insurance and the such) for us.  That would be most welcome. 

We did have to meet with one of the new owners today and he did seem like a nice enough of a fellow.  We shall see, but none of this is going to happen until the end of October.  I'll be keeping everybody posted...like it or not.  *grin*

Now the other thing going on has more of a somber note.  A week or so ago an infant girl only 14 weeks old was found dead at her home.  There wasn't much in the way of details when it came to her death other than it was suspicious. 
http://www.beatricedailysun.com/articles/2009/09/15/news/local/doc4aaff066430e7474995663.txt

Now in today's paper it stated that the suspect named in the news article has been found an arrested.  I am so glad and I hope like hell they hang the guy.  How on earth can somebody hurt an infant?  Or any child for that matter.  These people are sick...sick I tell you!

Do you remember the Safe Haven Law I had gone on and on about?  This is why they should not have made the age limit so low when they changed it!  Could this little girl's life been spared if the age limit included her?  We don't know what was going on in that household, but I can almost guess.  Most likely she had a crying fit and that Piece of Shit couldn't handle it so he did the unthinkable.  This is just speculating, but I do know how frustrating it could get when you have a child that is simply cranky and colicky and won't settle down.  It can be enough to make a preacher cuss (let alone amateur bloggers, like myself) but really, a few deep breaths and maybe a short prayer to whatever deity you believe in would and should help calm a person down.  At the very least, he could have utilized the Safe Haven Law.  Anything is better than abusing a child.  (Anybody reading this and needs to know what the Safe Haven Law is, or if you just need to refresh your memory, click on Safe Haven in the tag listing)

I'll just take comfort in thinking that little Alayna Harder is resting safe and sound where nobody else can hurt her ever again.  And I hope beyond hope that the book will be thrown at...(gods!  I can't even bring myself to type his name!  *spits on ground in disgust*) the jackass who committed this crime.

Tags: safe haven law, work

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location: Sneaking this one in during my lunch hour.

mood: thoughtful

music: Earworm of the Day: Come as You Are - Nirvana

I had just realized something...an epiphany, if you will...last night after a convo I had with someone I don't really IM all that much.

It seems to me as of late, I have been lending out my shoulder to quite a few people in need of someone just to talk to.  I know I have had to use a shoulder or two myself and recently- I may add (you know who you are, and once again...thank you from the very bottom of my heart.  Shut up, I know I sound like a broken record!  *grin*) so it is just karma or what ever you want to call it that I find myself in the very same position. 

Anyhow, this great realization I had was, if there is anything the gods put me on this earth for was to show my compassion toward other people who need it.  It's not a bad thing at all and I am happy to know that instead of me needing the cheering up, I've been able to "pass it forward".  I know that I have a tendency to really feel for someone who is feeling lonely and is hurting emotionally.  I really do feel genuine concern for those people no matter how well I know them.  It touches something deep inside of me which makes me want to reach out and spread a little cheer and good will to whoever is needing it.  And well, it's a good feeling.

I do have one worry, though.  Because of how easy it is to tug on my heartstrings, how badly will one of these people play me for a sucker?  I don't mean by getting me to do something that even I think is stupid, but emotionally.  If someone is pulling my leg just to play on my sympathies, that is absolutely horribly wrong to do.  I don't want to reach out to someone I think is in need of an ear just to find out that the person I am reaching out to is trying to see how much I will "sap up" for a laugh.  If you have followed my journal long enough, you will know that I can get pretty sappy in a blink of an eye.  Yeah, in a way it's embarrassing, but it is also a part of my nature.  If you are wanting my friendship (which is something I don't take very lightly) then you will simply have to get used to the sap. 

Anyhow, I sure hope that the person who was needing my shoulder last night got a little good out of what I told them.  I had put a great deal of thought into everything I said and if anything I at least made them feel better.  Also, I found out that I had acquired a new reader to my journal.  This person doesn't have their own, and probably won't but all the same, welcome!  Please, feel free to comment...anonymously if you so choose!  Any and all comments are welcome-as long as they are kept decent.  *grin*  (And a big warm welcoming hug to you, New Reader, as well.)  And to the rest of you, have a great day (or night...as the case may be) adieu!

Tags: compassion, friends, iming

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location: Thinking about a morning cup of coffee.

mood: geeky

music: Earworm of the Day: Flagpole Sitta - Harvy Danger

I had a brilliant idea! 

A few weeks ago, the person who used to be my brother (from here on out, I will refer to him as simply R) tried proving some sort of point by stopping in the store while I was working and gave me a $10 bill.  I did not want the money, but R wouldn't take it back.  I felt that the cash was tainted and no good would come of it.  I stashed it in my purse and there it still is.  I was given the advice of giving it to some sort of charitable organization.  I planned on taking that advice but have yet to find a drop box for any cause that I would support.  (The reason why R has been totally disowned is rather long and involved.  To make a long story short, R is a despicable drunk, and I want nothing more to do with him.  You will have to ask if you want any more details.)

Well, as you very well know if you have been reading my journal here all along, I am an avid reader.  In one of my more recent entries, I made mention of finding a used bookshop in town which has me greatly pleased.  I have decided to donate the cash to this bookshop.  The owners of the shop stocks their shelves with what people donate, plus they scour yard and garage sales as well as thrift shops for books.    I support any and every type of reading, not just my own favorite genre.  I may not personally enjoy romance novels or so called mysteries, but if that is what it takes to tear people from their televisions and put a book in their hands, then so be it.  I have been promoting this shop to nearly everybody I know just to help the owners increase their business.  This is one shop I would hate to see close down.

You know, we all tell our kids to go read a book whenever they come complaining about how bored they are or if they have been in front of the telly too long, but how many of us take our own advice?  I always hear others say they just don't have the time.  Don't have the time?  Oh come on!  These are the same people who will make sure they never miss their favorite show, or will sit in front of their computers for hours playing card games, but they don't have at the very least 15 minutes to actually hold a book in hand and read a few pages?  I don't buy that excuse!  More like, they have no interest in reading.  The thing is, if they really want their kids to read more, they need to set an example and be seen reading.  And the best part is, it doesn't actually have to be a book, they could be reading a magazine.  As long as the children see some form of reading material in their parents hands, they know that their mother or father reads, too.

So, in my own way, I feel by making this donation and promoting this bookshop I am doing my best to support literacy.  Not just in children, but in adults, too.  It may be the geek in me, but I get a thrill when I read something new...or even something I have read before but caught something I have missed the last time.  I just want to be able to share this very same thrill with other people.  I guess in a way, I don't think other people know exactly what they are missing, and it's a pity, too.

Tags: books, bookshops, reading

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location: Just getting ready to offically start my day

mood: content

music: Earworm of the Day: Far Behind - Candlebox

It isn't officially here yet, but fall is in the air.  The weather is absolutely perfect in every way plus most of the leaves are starting to change colour.  There are even a few trees that are dropping their leaves already.  Usually, we have at least a couple more weeks of hot and muggy summer temperatures, but not this year.  It is really making me wonder if this is going to wind up being a very early and cold winter for us. 

I love fall.  I love the fact that I can start dragging out all my cozy sweaters and long sleeved tops out of hiding.  Plus, can anybody describe a better evening than being cuddled up on the couch (or bed, or recliner, or wherever) with a big warm fluffy blanket, a good book, and hot cup of coffee (or tea)?  I am soooo looking forward to that!  Actually, thanks to some rather cool evenings I've been able to do just that.  Utter bliss...especially when the rest of the family are either asleep or just lounging around contently themselves. 

Oh and we can't forget to mention all that cool weather foods that happen to be my favourites!  I adore soups, stews, and casseroles.  Not to mention things like meatloaf and roasts.  You know, all those heavy stick-to-your-ribs type meals.  In summer it is so hard for me to cook like that because I really don't have much of an appetite but come cooler weather, I start craving those hearty meals. 

There is also a very festive feel as well.  I suppose that's because the holiday season is just around the corner starting with my favourite, Halloween.  Wheee!  I am such a big kid when it comes to dressing up and using my imagination in coming up with just the right costume.  I'll not get into that yet, as for one, Halloween isn't here and as proven in the past (a year ago!!!  Wow!) I can go on and on about Halloween.  I'll save it for when it gets closer.

Well, today is promising to be such a perfect fall like day, and with it being just me and the kiddos, I think I'll have to walk them across the street to the park and make a day of it.  I just can't see myself wasting the whole day inside.  I would be insane if I did.  (Now stop, I know you guys know better, but let me think I am perfectly sane and normal once in a while!  Even if I am pretending!)  And speaking of the kids, I probably better think about getting up and doing some of that tidying up that gets neglected while they are still asleep.  Who knows I may actually make some progress in that never ending job!  So until later on...I hope everybody reading this has a fantastic day themselves!

Tags: autumn, weather

Posted at 07:39 am | Link | Leave a comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: getting ready to fall aslee....zzzzzzzz

mood: frustrated

music: Earworm of the Day: Brahms Lullaby

I shouldn't be surprised.  Not one tiny bit.  My Shadow had her talking to from the big "bad" bossman, and he gave her yet another chance.  This makes it, the 4th maybe 5th chance he gave her.  I very much so doubt if any other place would have given her a 2nd chance let alone the others that she was given.  I predict that she will be back to her old ways within a week.

From what I understood, she was told point blank that she had to listen to both our Manager and our Office Manager.  This is fine, really, but it really won't last.  I can also assume that she was told she must keep busy, and concentrate on her own department.  Once again, there is nothing wrong with what she was told, but really, this is someone who had to have X amount of warnings in the past.  If she needed that many warnings, then we all know that after all the dust settles, she will go back to wandering around again. 

I must say though, that she must be plotting a revenge of sorts.  I noticed today that if she caught someone sitting when they were supposed to be working, she was busily snapping pictures of them on her cellphone to show the BBM later.  I really don't think he will say too much about that, though, because the story behind the scenes was that one of the people in question just finished unloading several crates worth of back-stock and ad items.  I think after all that he deserved a few minutes to sit down.

Oh well, I guess if this is the way he wants to run the place, he could.  But, just because everybody else (especially "shadow") gets to screw around, doesn't mean I have to.  I'll continue to plug away like I usually do.  *sigh*

Tags: work

Posted at 11:02 pm | Link | Leave a comment | 2 comments | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: Chatting with nearly everybody on my list. Popular tonight!

mood: still in my good mood

music: Earworm of the Day: Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers

It looks like there is a chance I may be getting my old department at work back.  My shadow has been having so many problems with it, and is now starting to mouth off to the wrong people.  There is a good chance after tomorrow, she will not have a job.  The thing is, our boss isn't sure if he wants me there or still in produce.  I just hope he realizes that I haven't figured out how to clone myself yet, and am only one person.  I can do one or the other, but I refuse to do both.  There just isn't enough hours in the day, nor will he pay me enough to do both.

The issues we are having is, not only does she still tail me, though not near as badly as she used to, but she refuses to do her work in a timely manner.  She has 8 hours to put her truck away and start building her displays for the next ad, but she refuses to do more than her truck.  She also fails to remember that the walk in freezer is shared by two other departments.  It isn't big enough for her to not put her back stock and ad specials away until the next day.   I wouldn't put up with that if it was me.  But what can I say?

Pretty much everything came to a head yesterday afternoon.  She mouthed off to the manager who only wants her to do her own work.  It isn't asking too much, is it?   Then she mouthed off to our office manager who was only trying to help.  She was going to assist her in sorting out the remainder of her freight but was told rather promptly to "F**k off, I know what I am doing!"  If it was me, she would have been sent home on the spot, and told never to come back again, but unfortunately,  the OM doesn't have that kind of authority.

I am rather glad I do not have to work tomorrow.  In a way I am curious to know what is going to happen, because my job may get changed, but really I am not sure I would want to be in the direct path of an enraged hillbilly gal.  "Going Postal" could apply here, couldn't it?  I will keep you posted as to what transpires and if I have my old job back. 

Oh to be a fly on the wall! 

Tags: work

Posted at 11:35 pm | Link | Leave a comment | 2 comments | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend

location: ROTFLMAO

mood: amused

music: Just check out the link, okay.

Now how relavent is this!  Check it out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvOseA9VbBY&feature=sub 

I have nothing more to say!!! 

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Posted at 05:36 am | Link | Leave a comment | 1 comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend