There is a church right down the street from one of my stores and on the way past yesterday morning I happened to look at their billboard on my way past. On the sign it had the usual stuff, pastor’s name, time of services, and…”Celebrity Jesus”.
Damn, I gotta catch that one.
I am looking forward to driving to Hilton Head tomorrow. We were going to leave in the morning, but I have several things to take care of in the morning so it may be after lunch before we head out. I have a few more posts to write, so it really just depends on what time I get to bed.
Spoke with V-Man tonight and I think we may be getting together Saturday for dinner. Probably going to have the girls with me so I can’t get too god-awful tanked or anything. He said he would drive up to Bluffton so I am not sure whether we will meet there or in Savannah yet.
I do want to drive down to Savannah at some point in the trip as well. Even if all we do is site see, that’s OK. It really depends on which children and how many are with us as to what we do. I will just wait and see on that one.
At the Clubhouse at Lenox
Originally uploaded by rmiles
So the other day I received and email that [name omitted] had requested me to add them to my friends at LinkedIn. I never get over to LinkedIn very often so I forgot I had a profile there. It was one of our recruiter’s from work. As a matter of fact it was our area people director. Hmmm. I went ahead and added them and headed over there quickly and deleted any URLs from my profile.
Why? Well, although I post under my real name and don’t really give a flying fuck who knows I don’t advertise it. There are a couple of people I have worked with that know about my site but those are folks I pretty much trust. Should it become common knowledge I would have to quit blogging about work and hell, that’s what I seem to bitch about the most.
I also use Facebook. That is the one that I mention in the post about myspace but couldn’t remember the name. It’s much better than myspace. It’s a site for semi-intelligent adults whereas MySpace seems to be the trailer park of the Internet. If you hang out at Facebook and haven’t added me yet, what the hell are you waiting on?
…but I swear ShadowBoy was with me.
When I was a young kid (I call it the bicycle age of my life), I ran with a wild bunch. Sometimes at night, we’d sneak out for a mission. We’d meet up in the “electric yard” at the predetermined time, and review our plans. Then we’d head for someone’s back yard, which had both a swing set and a log pile. Everyone had a log pile back then.
We’d move the swing set from the back yard to the middle of the road in front of the house, preferably in the apex of a curve. Then we’d move and reconstruct the log pile between the supporting poles of the swing set. We also barricaded the ditches on either side of the road with logs. Then we’d cover the whole mess with freshly chopped branches. We all had hatchets or machetes.
Now the road was impassable, they’d have to get out of their vehicle and move our creation to continue on. This was part of the plan.
We’d lay low and wait for someone to slam on the brakes and stop. Although many people slammed into it head on, there were no resulting injuries. When they “exited the vehicle”, we’d pelt them with eggs and laugh like hell while running like wild horses and making our escape.
We called this “The Burma Blockade”
I remember many more “different” missions.
Woot! I managed to get out of there at a decent time today. I will probably post about the day later, but the girls are at a friends house until fireworks tonight, which I will get to attend since they had the ones last night in the town where MY stores are. Very nice. I think I am going to nap now…
I am running late but felt the need to verbally crap all over the place before I go.
The other day the wife made a statement that the older we get the more our shit smells. Considering that the paint is peeling in the guest bath and my eyes are watering from the nasty excretions that just issued from my anal cavity she might just be right. Damn. Why’s it got to be the guest bath? Because I don’t want MY bathroom reeking while I shower and generally get ready for work. It might bend the razor blades.
…for the most part. I was going to post some site reviews and other stuff, but nothing is coming out tonight, thus the lack of posting. I sat and did something I rarely do, watch TV. I don’t watch a whole hell of a lot, but I do like the Law and Order series, so I watched Law and Order: SVU a couple of times this evening/
It took awhile to get staffed tonight. One of my managers called me and said, “yeah, we will be staffed when this other girl gets there, but she is going to be an hour to an hour and a half late”. I have spent the last 48 hours drumming it into my new manager’s heads about how important it was to be staffed tonight after the fireworks (they are doing them tonight for some reason) and he just blithely ignored me. He’s in there waiting tables right now. I did call a girl in for him and she should be getting there any time. Some people just don’t understand how important it is to be on top of stuff when it happens, not hours later.
My other manager decided on her own not to go in for drawer change. She has extra people working, so it isn’t a huge deal but she should have gone on in.
Hopefully I can go the rest of the night with no more phone calls. One more day…
Today was a complete goat fuck. My relief manager ended up calling in. Apparently he tried to get in touch with me yesterday, so I won’t give him too hard a time. His doctor had called him back to let him know that he has skin cancer, so he has to go back and I guess get a biopsy. I don’t know if it’s malignant or not. That would just suck. He’s a pretty good guy and is just trying to get his shit together.
One of my manager apparently couldn’t get his car to start last night. Rather than calling and letting me know, I found out when I called him at 7:15 this morning when he was already 45 fucking minutes late. I ran to the store to make sure everyone there was OK, then went back to the one I was at where that manager was off. I ended up sending the manager trainee and gave him very specific instructions to come back as soon as the other guy got to work. He rolled back in the store at 11:15 after I had cooked 90% of the days business. The guy won’t shut the fuck up long enough to get anything done and has a shitty attitude. They are talking about giving him to me, god I hope not. I would rather have the late guy. His attitude and performance has been slowly improving since I took his store, and the evil I know is a damn site better than the one I don’t.
It makes it worse that this was my eighth day at work I am sure. One more day and I get to go on vacation. Hopefully I won’t kill anyone between now and then…
