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I came across this over at Post Secret, where you can send in your most secret things anonymously on a post card and they will post them for your perusal. Damn.

Technorati : Creepy, pedophiles

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Don’t shit where you sleep. Useful advice for the workplace. That’s one of the first things that I tell new managers. Don’t sleep with the help. Apparently the trainee that is finishing up his time here is dating one of my waitresses. Bad mistake.

The last time that I had a trainee that did that, he made the mistake of banging someone that had a boyfriend who also worked for me. He ended up with broken ribs as a result of that encounter.

Luckily this girl has no boyfriend, but it is against our policy to date direct line associates. He only has two days left here so I don’t guess it is going to be a big deal.

Thursday is my long meeting day, I have been at work for five hours now and have at least nine more hours. I should be a nice drooling mess by the time I get home tonight.

I’m off to work, so i will leave you with this that I ran across at a now-defunct blog.

A flat-chested young lady goes to Dr. Smith for advice about breast enlargements.

He tells her, “Every day when you get out of the shower, rub the top of your nipples and say, ‘Scooby dooby doobies. I want bigger boobies.'”

She did this faithfully every day and, after several months, it worked! She grew great boobs!

One morning she was running late and she was on the bus when she realized she had forgotten her morning ritual. At this point she loved her new boobs and didn’t want to lose them, so she got up right in the middle of the bus and said, “Scooby dooby doobies. I want bigger boobies.”

A guy sitting nearby asked her, “Do you go to Dr. Smith by any chance?”

“Why, yes, I do. How did you know?” she replied.

“Hickory dickory dock . . .”

Technorati : Humor, work

I will have to remember this one. I have several of them working for me.

1. A person who acts foolishly
2. A person who is extremely annoying
3. Used to describe an event that is very unfavorable

1. “James is acting like a Goat Chode.”
2. “I hate goat chodes like that guy.”
3. “This sucks goat chode, I have to sit through a two hour ethics improvement meeting.”

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4. pink button

A cat’s anus, usually one that is obvious, such as on a black short haired cat.

As Fluffy walked away, his pink button glistened in the moonlight.

Technorati : anus, bung, butthole, cornhole, poop chute

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My normal routine (work days) is to get up by 4:30, make coffee and blog, surf the web, whatever for about an hour. I shower and get dressed between 5:30 and 6 and head to work, arriving there by 6:30 at the latest. It’s my quiet time, and it lets me wake up. I am by no means a morning person. Some of the worst fights that I have ever been involved in my marriage were because we chose to talk to each other in the morning. Bad mistake. I maker her a cup of coffee, give her a kiss, and fucking leave.

Today I woke up sometime around or just after 6AM. I made coffee and had a quick smoke and discovered we were out of sugar. Fuck. The only thing I could find was a box of Splenda. Isn’t that the stuff that makes your ass leak? I had about a half cup of coffee, threw my clothes on and went to work. No shower, no coffee, no quiet time. I’ve been checking for ass leakage throughout the day and so far so good.

I was short help at work today, so even though it started rough, it got worse quickly, finally evolving into a what one might nicely call a goatfuck. Actually I have had worse days. Working in Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina was worse. Working the couple of days after Hurricane Opal came up the Georgia/Alabama line back in the ’90s was worse. It was just that kind of day.

One of my waitresses chose today to pick a fight with me and came real close to getting shitcanned. Like most restaurants we have specials or “featured items”. It’s simple, if you want the featured item, it’s a certain price, usually slightly lower than what it would normally be. No substitutions, no changing for shit that isn’t on the featured items. If you want fucking country ham with your waffle and eggs, FINE. You pay full price because it isn’t a featured item. 99% of the population could give a fuck, except for that waitress that just has to fucking argue that it isn’t fair. If you DON’T FUCKING LIKE IT, GO TO WORK SOMEWHERE ELSE WHERE THEY LET YOU MAKE THE RULE UP FOR YOURSELF cause it ain’t gonna happen working for me. Open your own fucking restaurant.

Just as soon as I give in to ONE person and do this, someone else is going to get charged correctly, and complain to our corporate office (or god forbid an attorney) that we discriminated against them because the white guy got to substitute, while they paid full price. It will happen. It HAS happened, just not to me, nor will it if I can help it.

I think my ass may be leaking. Not sure. Maybe that’s sweat from getting so worked up.

I finally got out of there at 4:30 this afternoon and have to be back at 8:30 for drawer change. That sucks. All of the managers in my area of the state have to go back in EVERY night for at least this week due to high food costs. No big deal I suppose. When I started 20 years ago, it was business as usual to do every single shift change. Part of the job description. It just gets old after awhile and contributes to burnout.

Maybe if I stuck a couple of pieces of toilet paper in there it’ll be alright.

I finally found the solution this afternoon to the question I had about HIDING my smilies. Using javascript they are hidden on load but when you click on “Show Smilies” in the comments, they are there. Very cool. It was a pain in the ass to figure this out (at least for me). I used to really enjoy figuring that kind of stuff out, but now I just want shit to work the way I want it to work. Dammit.

Now I just need to figure out how to get my extended entries to show up on the main page when I click the link (like over at Eric’s place). I am sure it is basically the same thing. I suppose I can look over at the movabletype forums, perhaps there will be an answer there.

Damn, it’s sort of squishy down there.

Technorati : Ass Leakage, Javascript, Movabletype, SWG, Sleeping Late, Splenda, Work

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I’m sorry but there are just a few things that I don’t want to see, and that is a bunch of naked men (and quite a few women) that might be hanging out at Fitworld Gym in Amsterdam on naked Sunday. Good thing that you won’t go to jail for smoking weed there because I would have to have an awful lot to show up there. Hell, you might see something that looks like this…

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…just for watching this video and linking to the website. I enjoyed it so much that I had to link to the Fat Hairy Bastard.

Technorati : Jesus Saves

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I remember being in school (it seems so long ago now) and how there were always one or two teachers that truly inspired me and made me enjoy learning. I really like being in school, and like learning from them. Unfortunately not enough to keep me from dropping out. They did their part however, the choice to drop out of school at 16 was my responsibility and decision along with my parents, NOT the school systems.

For a long time I have taken the view that our public school system sucks and we need to start over, or turn all control back over to the states instead of the federal government. My view on that has started to change over the last couple of years. Up until his Junior year, my son has been in private school his entire life, as have both of my girls. We finally made the choice at the end of his sophomore year that we just couldn’t afford it anymore, and put them in public school.

Some of the things that I have learned are these:

They got a decent education in private school, but nothing spectacular. Most private school teachers (including very pricey exclusive schools) make HALF or less than public school teachers. That doesn’t mean that they don’t do a fine job, but usually they are somewhat limited in funds and stuff that they can do with the kids. The big selling point for me at the time when they each started was the SOCIAL environment. Sure, kids in private schools have sex, get pregnant, and smoke dope too, but it is not nearly as prevalent as it is in the public schools. I didn’t want my kids around that shit, and still don’t. By the time the girls are in middle school, I am hoping to be able to afford to send them back to Oak Mountain, or one of the other private schools nearby, but it has nothing to do with the education they will receive, it’s the KIDS they are around.

I hate to go out on a limb (not really) but if you hang with trailer trash all day long and that is all you see, that is what you start to act like.

My son has spent his Junior and Senior years in public school, and for a change, he is being challenged. He’s in all AP classes, and also is getting the chance to participate in sports, which is much more difficult in a small private school as well, unless you are into golf or tennis.

The people that bitch because teachers make such HUGE salaries just don’t know what they are talking about. My wife for instance, has busted her butt and gotten two degrees, and is in her twelfth year of teaching. According to the US Census Bureau, people with a Masters Degree earn on AVERAGE between 70-80,000 per year base starting salary. She makes somewhere in the 40’s. She has her Master’s and will still make less than I do. Boy, that’s huge. Now, if we moved into a more populous county, she could probably raise that at least 10k per year, but my salary would go up as well, just like everyone else’s.

I have sort of lost my train of thought on this, but I read a post over at Catfish’s site and it just crawled all over me tonight. This was way too long to put in a comment there, so I decided I would put it down here.

I think the biggest issues in getting a good education, whether it be public school or private is parental involvement, and having the administrators AND parents be willing to back the teachers up. When I acted stupid and got detention, or suspended (say it isn’t so!) my parents would ask what my dumb ass did. They didn’t call the teacher whining about makeup work and call the principal to let them know they were going to take the school to civil court or whine about how unfair it was, or accuse them of discrimination. They weren’t so worried about me getting my feelings hurt as they were about me getting a good education.

(Cross-Posted at Indie Bloggers)

Technorati : Education, teachers

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