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…and out the other.
Even now after having been gainfully employed for the last 26 years I still enjoy payday. I get paid every other Friday. It’s been that way for the last two decades and I plan everything around it. All of my bills are paid online automatically the Wednesday following payday in case of lag or bank holidays. This is actually a pretty recent development. I used to have everything set to be paid on that Friday but due to my slackness in transferring the money from my deposit account into checking as well as the bank paying folks too early I decided that the following week would be best. It’s not a huge deal but I’m very anal about when I want stuff to be paid. I generally balance everything in Quicken a couple of weeks ahead so I know what’s going out on my next paycheck vs what I can set back.
My vacation is coming up the first week of April and I have been wanting to go to Key West for a couple of years now. The big problem with that is that actually staying there is pretty much out of the question with my two girls along. Key West is more of an adult-oriented trip and even if we were to take the girls camping somewhere in the lower Keys and just visit Key West one day they would be bored shitless and I would be resentful that the wife and I got to go to Key West and not get to let loose for a couple of days. Therefore I’ve decided to put that trip off one more time until the fall or maybe 2010. I think that we need to ditch the girls and just fly down for a long weekend of debauchery on that one.
Instead, we are going with the old fallback again. Disney World! This time however, we are camping. We’ve stayed in a couple of different Disney resorts on the property but being as how I’m just a cheap bastard I wanted to get off a little easier. When we took all three kids in ’05 it ran somewhere around $5k and the trip with just the two girls this past summer cost $6k. That’s a chunk of change to spend on a fucking vacation so we are doing it on the cheap. We’ll drive straight through on March 31st and check into the Fort Wilderness Campground and stay for four nights. I made sure to only get three days of park tickets though. Kind of pointless to have tickets for the fourth day when I have a ten hour drive home at the end of the day. Fuck that noise.
The wife doesn’t particularly like camping but since it’s Disney she’s decided to acquiesce on this one. I did make sure to order an air mattress this morning when I bought the tents and shit. Orlando at the end of March/beginning of April isn’t too overbearing and the bugs haven’t gotten really bad yet so even she should be somewhat comfortable. We will do very little cooking there other than making Coffee so that’s no big issue either. I had thought about not getting the dining plan this time as it adds around $600 to the trip but when you figure the prices they charge…four people for four nights ends up being about $150 per person for eight meals/four snacks. That’s at least half what we would spend out of pocket and I’m sure we’ll end up dropping a serious dime anyway. With everything together (including spending there) I should be able to get out at right around $3 grand. Half what I spent on the last trip. Sweet.
My very first trip to Disney was in 1976. My mom and dad saved and scrimped for months on that trip. We left my little brother, who was five at the time, with my great-aunt and spent a week camping down there. It was a fucking blast. I was ten years old on for that one and still remember it. We did a lot of camping when I was young and I’ve always loved it. Back in ’76 there was just the Magic Kingdom and even with being there for a week there was plenty of stuff to do. I don’t really remember how many days we actually went to the park vs. how many we stayed in the campground though. Too many drugs and too much alcohol as a teenager I guess. It’s like one long day in my memory now but I do have pictures, which helps. Eventually I’ll scan some and maybe post them. That was another exciting thing about the trip. I got to use the camera most of the time we were there.

A ten-year-old with a camera means lots of pictures of legs and hats and bushes. Surprisingly enough there are actually a couple of good photographs in the bunch as well. I just remember how cool it was to be able to use the camera. TEN was the year I remember most fondly from my childhood…
So I’ve booked our vacation and bought camping equipment. Hell, I’m not even out of my bathrobe yet and I’m already fucking exhausted. Of course when you’ve made plans and are spending money something has to fuck up the process. Fuck it up it has. Our oven has been acting funny lately. It came with the house and so it’s not the most expensive model on the market in the first place. It’s lasted a little over eight years which isn’t bad I suppose. I hear that generally appliances last around ten years, maybe more for quality stuff and since home builders aren’t particularly interested in high quality anymore I guess we did alright.
I priced several different models and was pretty shocked to see some of the prices. Fuck, I think I would rather cook over a campfire. Out comes the Consumer Reports book. I ended up staying on the low end this time. I figure in the next ten years one of two things is going to happen. Either I will get promoted again which might entail moving, or when the wife finishes her Specialist degree in a couple more years I will either retire and just work online or may step back as a single store manager. Either way I don’t see us living here fifteen years from now and if we are going to eventually move I’m damn sure not going to put high end equipment into the house. When/if we grow up and decide where we are going to be for good, then we can start getting really nice things. I think I ended up spending between five and six hundred bucks on the oven. I did manage to find it from one of the companies listed at Consumer Reports for about a $30 less with shipping than Home Depot charges before their shipping charges. That was a fucking no-brainer. Of course we’ll have to put it in ourselves or call the handy-man we’ve been using the last couple of months. He’s the one that we initially had come look at the oven in the first place.
He cleaned some contacts and stuff off and got it temporarily working but unfortunately it is most like the thermostat rather than the igniter so rather than spending $70 for a replacement thermostat (with no guarantee it would fix the problem) plus a couple of hours labor taking the bastard apart we both figured I would be better off getting a new oven. Of course he was thinking in the $200-300 price range for a new oven, which I could probably find locally if I wanted to look really hard, but even so I got a decent deal. I’m just not interested in getting some piece of shit used equipment from one of the local rental stores.
I finally managed to get a couple of days off in a row from the job. It’s almost like a damn vacation in itself. Here we are, a third of the way through January. My last two days off in a row was December 12th and 13th. Hell, my last day off at all was December 30th. By the time I finished out that 17 day stretch I was worthless. I spent the last six days at work with a cold or the flu and it was fucking miserable. I was miserable. I guess getting sick was my body’s way of telling me I was overdoing it. While the holidays are my favorite time of the year (like the fucking song) I enjoy a love/hate relationship with Christmas. Luckily it only comes once a year and except for having to cover nine vacations (my three managers) over the next year, stretches like that don’t come too often. I have two of them on vacation between now and when I go at the end of March but unless things drastically change I now have use of one of the manager trainees so it shouldn’t stretch me too much.
Kind of a long update but I haven’t posted here in a couple of weeks. It’s about time I suppose. I’ll have to go find some scumbags to post about over at Shadowscope and then it’s off to do a bit of grocery shopping. I also have a couple hundred emails to go through as well as cleaning my desk and paying some bills but that shit’s just going to have to wait for this afternoon. Nothing like a little procrastination to brighten the day…

While I’ve been fairly absent from the site over the last month I certainly don’t want to forget and not post the Wednesday Hero…

 

Airman Melissa Pyle 


Aviation Boatswain’s Mate (Equipment) Airman Melissa Pyle mans a jet blast deflector station on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Theodore Roosevelt (CVN 71) in the Gulf Of Oman. Theodore Roosevelt and embarked Carrier Air Wing (CVW) 8 are deployed to the U.S. 5th Fleet area of responsibility.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero. 

We Have Every Right To Dream Heroic Dreams. Those Who Say That We’re In A Time When There Are No Heroes, They Just Don’t Know Where To Look 

This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.

Due to the fact that too many people like to call each other names from behind “anonymous” we are going to a membership setup here. It’s still just a normal blog and still free and all that stuff but you will be required to sign in first using a valid email address. You can use whatever moniker or handle that you want or even anonymous but if you are going to be spouting bullshit you won’t be able to hide behind it. Besides, if I get sued or have comment records pulled by law enforcement at least I’ll have a bunch of email and IP addresses to turn over to them and something to protect myself.

    The AP video below tells you a little bit about AT&T's HomeManager which is basically a little touchscreen that allows you to access the internet. I was not particularly impressed since it doesn't do anything I can't already do with any tablet PC hooked to my network, my Blackberry or the wife's iPod Touch, or my old Audrey that's sitting unused in the closet for that matter. Still, it does show that slowly but surely some of the behemoths like AT&T are trying to move into the 21st century even if it is with the wrong choice of hardware.

BTW, I know it’s been quite some time since I posted over here. I’ll try and rectify that and not stay so busy at the crime blog.

    Just wanted to take a brief moment to wish everyone a Happy New Year! One more time 'round the sun. I probably won't be posting much later today (possibly this evening) as I am getting ready to go in to work and don't get off until 1pm this afternoon. Ugh. Not much fun.

Just wanted to take a brief moment to wish everyone a Happy New Year! One more time ’round the sun. I probably won’t be posting much later today (possibly this evening) as I am getting ready to go in to work and don’t get off until 1pm this afternoon. Ugh. Not much fun.

This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Kathi

2nd Lt. Christopher E. Loudon
22 years old from Brockport, Pennsylvania
1st Battalion, 22nd
 Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade, 4th Infantry Division
October 17, 2006 

 

2nd Lt. Christopher Loudon graduated from Slippery Rock University with a Baccalaureate Degree in Environmental Health in 2005. Upon graduation, he entered the United States Army on September 9, 2005. He received his commission as an Infantry officer and was assigned to 2nd Platoon, Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 22nd Infantry, 4th Infantry Division at Ft. Hood, Texas. He deployed to Iraq in July 2006 in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. 

2nd Lt. Loudon’s awards and decorations include the Bronze Star Medal, the Purple Heart, the National Defense Service Medal, the Iraq Campaign Medal, the Global War on Terrorism Service Medal, the Army Service Ribbon, the Combat Infantryman Badge, and the Ranger Tab. 

He was KIA in Baghdad, Iraq when an IED detonated near his vehicle. Also killed with him were; Corporal David M. Unger, 21, of Leavenworth, Kansas ;Corporal Russell G. Culbertson III, 22, of Amity, Pennsylvania and Specialist Joseph C. Dumas Jr., 25, of New Orleans, Louisiana. 

He leaves behind his parents, Randy and Susan Loudon ; his wife, Jacey Loudon ; a daughter, Isabel Loudon ; two brothers, First Lieutenant Nicholas Loudon ,and Jonathan Loudon ; his paternal grandmother, Florence Loudon and his maternal grandfather, Everett William Campbell.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero. 

While I know it’s not officially Christmas yet, Christmas comes whenever I say it does in the Some Guy Case. The reason for that is because Christmas Eve I will end up working 12+ hours and Christmas Day 18+. It’s not likely that I will get to see my family at all Christmas Day and may not even be able to speak to them on the phone. It can be a bummer at times, therefore Santa visits our house on whatever my days off happen to be that week. Normally it’s a few days prior to the actual holiday, although last year it fell a couple of days later.
I’ve already nestled the youngest curtain climber in bed and the other one will soon be on her way. They both know well that Santa Claws doesn’t show up at the houses where children are awake and are very interested in receiving such a visit tonight. We left the Christmas lights on so he could find the house and of course we’ve left out cookies and milk for him and carrots for the reindeer.
This is one of times of year when I just fucking despise my job with a vengeance. I’ve come close to quitting a few times simply because it’s the holidays and they have always meant so much to me, ever since I was a child. I even came up with a plan last week to pay off all of my debt and quit my job late next year, just making what I do in web advertising. I could do it too, but it would mean a cut in my lifestyle which I really don’t want. Once January has come and gone I will get over it and be back to business as usual. I get the same urge when I’m on vacation and see how people actually get shit like nights, weekends and holidays off of work, just not quite as urgent as I do during the holidays.
I was going to post some more but got involved with something else so I guess that’s about it for this evening. I may get something up tomorrow but it’s not likely…

I decided this morning that I was going to take the chicken-shit way out with terminating the flasher. She was scheduled in at four or five this evening, at which time I was going to be well on my way to Alabama, so I just figured I would make my schedule changes (which included taking her completely off) and just tell the folks working the shift that she could call the manager tomorrow. hehe. I figured that my store manager deserved a bit of her own medicine and needed to be forced to do her job.
Alas, but it didn’t work out as planned. The flasher showed up at 2pm to pick up her paycheck. I let her get paid and then told her that due to her inappropriate behavior we would no longer need her.
She took it quite well actually. She smiled and said ‘ok, do I have another check coming?’ as she bebopped her way out the door. I guess she was just glad that she had a couple of paychecks and would no longer have to work Christmas Day. I wish everyone I have had to fire over the last 22 years took it so nicely. Shit, I even had one lady pull a knife on me back in the eighties. I ended up having to get the law involved and take her out of the restaurant over that one. Somehow I’ve never managed to get my tires slashed although I do occasionally check to make sure.
Terminating people has to be one of the most distasteful things I ever have to do in my job. I get a fucking knot in my stomach every time I have to do it. The ones that cry are the worst. I can’t stand that. Fuck, I can’t even watch a sappy movie without getting all teary-eyed and here is some blubbering fucking idiot making me feel like shit.
The only saving grace is that I don’t fire people unless they REALLY need it. You have to be a complete and utter fool to get fired by me (you know, like showing your saggy tits in the middle of the dining area in one of my restaurants) . If it’s just some run-of-the-mill piece of crap that won’t do what I say, normally just cutting their schedule gets the point across and either they quit or shape up.
I’m all about second chances too. The girl I replaced the flasher with? Someone I fired two years ago when I was still a single unit manager. I’ve gotten much nicer since my promotion. I put up with a lot more shit than I ever would back then. That’s what I don’t get about my managers. They should be running their stores as if their paychecks depend upon their performance (it does) and they don’t. They want all the money and recognition but they can’t get to fucking work on time and want to hit the door at 2:15 in the afternoon. Anyway, when I was a manager I always felt that you should get a couple of tardies and after you show me that you can’t get to work on time I start replacing your ass one minute into your shift. Getting sent home for being one minute late is embarrassing as shit and it usually cures the problem. It’s been quite some time since I did that to anyone. Now I just pretty much shrug it off. I figure if I can’t make the fucking store managers get to work on time there’s not going to be a cure for getting the employees in on time. Although I can give the store manager’s written warnings and make sure that I document everything I don’t have any real power to do anything to them as punishment.
It’s a pretty safe bet that for the next couple of days all my employees will show up on time. I have their Christmas bonus checks in my notebook and I will be giving those out personally. If I’ve left before they get there? I guess they’ll have to hunt me down or wait until the next time I’m there.