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It’s all about the bra.

How not true. Even the right bra can’t disguise those really nasty titties.

If you were wondering, this is one of the 50 or so junk mails that I just deleted. I am easily entertained.

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…is up to about three at work. I know I posted a bit about it from work yesterday, but I’m not done bitching.

I managed to run off one of the guys Monday morning. Not bad for having been there six days at this temporary store. He apparently was not all he could be, or in other words, he was a piece of crap. They had taken him off the schedule, but unfortunately whoever was running the store before I got there Wednesday had an hourly associate fire him, which was a big no-no. Then they made him pay back $26 in cash that he had probably stolen anyway. We don’t take cash from our associates, no matter what. The grandmother got involved, called the division manager, and he kept his job. I decided he needed retraining. He never called or came in to check his schedule, just shows up for work at 7AM Saturday morning, at which point I sent him home. I don’t generally train on weekends, and I had him scheduled to come in Monday morning. I let him and his dad know that he was going to be retrained, and possibly trained as a cook, because I thought he would do alright, and I wanted him to be successful. Yeah. Anyway, he shows up Monday morning and immediately cops an attitude because I wanted to retrain him (even though I had made that clear two days prior) and clocked in and stood around on the floor talking on the cell phone, I guess to get in touch with my division manager. I gave him about 15 minutes and told him that he could either put his hat on and start working with the waitress that was going to train him, or he could clock out and get off the floor. He opted for the latter, and so all I have to put on his separation notice is “quit with no notice”. Always nice to have for a job reference.

There was another girl that was apparently just running off the customers and stealing as well. I took her off the schedule my first day and haven’t heard from her since.

The third one was yesterday. They had hired this girl that should never been hired in the first place. My boss had tried to put her to work a few weeks prior, at MY old store, and I nixed that idea, so apparently she put her at the one I am running for the month. She worked sat around on her fat ass for four days, then yesterday she was supposed to come in at 4PM and cook until 9. I was going to cook until she got there. At 3:30 she called and said she was going to be late. When I pressed her for an exact time she told me 5PM. OK, I can deal with that. Even though I had to be back at shift change (9PM) that would give me enough time to come home, shower, and see everyone. At 5:30, she called back and said that she wasn’t coming in. I told her that I had already figured that part out and had covered it. I hadn’t covered it, but that’s none of her fucking business. The thing that most of my employees at my old store figured out in about three days is that I don’t work unscheduled doubles, seconds, or thirds. Fuck that noise. Over the last three years, I have worked a grand total of maybe three second and third shifts (scheduled). I also worked maybe two unscheduled shifts because I was hung (literally and figuratively). Both of those people were terminated on the spot. I require a six hour notice if you want to call in, UNLESS it is an emergency. Shit happens, I know that and will always make allowances for it. People that miss more than two or three days a year don’t work for me very long. Sometimes it takes a while to get the right staff, but once I do, I keep them. Anyway, like I said, I don’t work fucking doubles. She’s fired, and I don’t actually fire very many people. Now I have about seven shifts to cover this coming week (schedule starts tomorrow). No big deal, I should have it staffed by Thursday.

There are at least three more that are going to have to go before I leave and open my new store. I promised the manager trainee that will be taking that store that I will fix some of her problems before she gets it. She is pretty nice, and I don’t want a bunch of crap floating around taking advantage of her.

I’m also in the process of getting ready to open the new store. Picked up the paperwork for the business license today, and set up the bank account as well. It looks like they may be putting in the parking lot in the next few days, at which point I will spend a few evenings up there with some applications. The have bumped up the number of people they want me to hire twice over the last month, now they want 45. This may be the busiest fucking store I have ever run. Good deal, as that translates into more $$$ for my creditors. I think I am going to open on October 26th now, so blogging may be light for a couple of weeks after that, as we will run 24 hour management at least for a week. Who the fuck am I trying to kid. I’ll still blog, just give up sleep for awhile.

I also went in this morning even though it was my day off so that I could get some paperwork done and make a bank deposit. I had also set up a catering order for 30 people and didn’t want my boss to get stuck cooking it by herself. Finally got home around noon. So much for my first day off this week.

Anna is testing for the Academic team at school today, so I’ll be picking her up late, then have to have her back there by 6:30 for some kind of a performance at the PTO meeting. Damn, it’s going to be a long one.

In other asshole news, I was over at Howtokillpeople.com and ran across this little piece of art that made me laugh my ass off. Now, I don’t take tragedy lightly, and think it is horrible that Steve Irwin is dead, but other than that I have to make fun of someone, so here it is:

Hehe, perfect. I need a T-Shirt with that on it.

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For some reason we are watching some kind of show on fire ants on Discovery, or one of those channels. One of the ways that these ranchers are combating the spread is using these flies that are the ants natural enemies. The guy doing the commenting describes the maggots turning into flies :like a zombie air force rising from the grave”. Naturally I thought of Eric.

Update – If you actually want an explanation of the flies and what they do, you can find it here. My favorite part is still the line in the title though.

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…but I can’t get that damn crab song out of my head. It’s been banging around in those empty spaces for a few days now. Damn, I’ve gotta find something else just slightly less stupid to take my mind off of it.

Me corsair is in the shipyard again. Avast! and fucking arrrr. Have to get the valve cover gasket on the main mast replaced. This should pain me to the tune of several hundred doubloons. No ale this end of the week. Scurvy bastards.

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…that ye be talking like pirates ye scurvy dogs. ARRRR! Tip of thee captains hat to Captain Jubeard for reminding ye bastards.

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Whenever I am at home in the mornings AND Stephanie is able to wake me up I try to help get the kids ready. I have to walk the kids to the car and get them in. Every time I go out I always tell her and Chris to not lock the door. Of course being 17 he always has a smartassed remark as if I am stupid for telling him something like that.

He locked the door on me this morning. I’m standing outside with no fucking teeth in, shorts only, no shirt, no keys, no phone. Not a good scene. Luckily they were still in the street pulling out since they drop Anna off a few houses away to ride the bus. It would not have been good had I not caught them. I keep all of the windows locked when the air is on, but I am sure I could have found at least one unlocked, but just seeing my little fat half-naked ass climbing in through a window would definitely prompt someone to call the law I am sure.

At least there will be no more smart ass comments next time I tell him not to lock the door, otherwise I get to make retard sounds at him.

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I think that “Red Hot Poker of Love” is a much more apt description myself.

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Freddie is much nicer than I am, and says that she tends to stay away from topics that might unnecessarily offend others. That’s pretty cool I guess, but fuck that. I too have the tendency to open my mouth and speak about topics that might offend others, I just have no problem doing it. Even when I don’t know what the fuck I am talking about.

WE ARE ALL RACISTS. Everyone. Anyone who claims to have NO biases or prejudices is either lying to you, or to themselves. It’s just that some people have the bad taste to advertise their prejudices (fears) to everyone else around as if we give a fuck.

Maybe you are prejudiced against people that are a different color than you. Perhaps it’s Jews. Or stupid fucking people. Or fat people. Or rednecks like me. Or poor people. Or people that have “blue collar” jobs. Or the chick at the 7-11 with the dot on her fucking head. Or homos. Whatever. Sometimes our prejudices take other forms, such as fear of different ideas, political leanings, war, peace. For us as Americans (generalization) it was blacks for a long time. During WWII, it was Asians. Then people of Spanish descent. The last few years it has been Muslims. Who gives a fuck. One of the managers that I like a lot, and trained last year is from Sri Lanka, so he shares a lot of the ethnic qualities of the towel-heads that I am so afraid will bomb my ass. Doesn’t mean that I don’t like him any less, it’s just that I know him, and am comfortable with him. That’s the way prejudice works.

The fact is that as humans we are generally scared of people and things that are different, and therefore uncomfortable. My parents raised me to pretty much have no prejudices, but somehow, they are still there. I find that the older I get, the worse they are. The fact that some people do nothing but live up to their stereotypes does nothing to lessen my biases.

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