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Nah, not Jack Bauer, just me. Five days into my seven day week and I am already tired as hell. I think that I am in need of a vacation or something. Got up about an hour ago. I have been struggling with converting the new Chili Peppers album from itunes format to mp3 and then copy them onto my son’s seven year old mp3 player. Luckily my music management software has a plugin for it, but for some reason it is taking forever. like 4-5 minutes per song. Maybe it’s like me and just needs some more damn coffee.

…or what I am having next Easter! Watch as the dumbass blogger’s baptist and catholic forebears rise from the dead and smite his agnostic ass!!

Recipe for Easter Bunny Stew.

CNN.com – Aruba official: Arrest made in Holloway case – Apr 16, 2006
I wonder myself, as the article suggests, if this is the real deal, or if this is just a scapegoat. I suppose time will tell. I checked over at Scared Monkeys, who have kept up with this case much more thoroughly than I have, and their reaction is pretty laidback for the time being.

Not a very politically correct statement I suppose. Actually I am referring to the ones that work for me, rather than any mentally of physically deprived persons.

One of my first shift waitresses has been with our company for 20 years or so. I worked with her and her first ex-husband back in the mid ’80s in Atlanta, and she was working in my restaurant when I took it three years ago. She is ok, other than constantly needing to work more, and needing more money, at the same time that she constantly wants to go home early, or not work at all.

Her current boyfriend is apparently very hot-tempered, and possibly free with his hands. He is also a grade-A scumbag. He also is going to have a child soon. Not by my waitress, but by the other lady that he has been banging for awhile. 1st class, huh?. Apparently he fell out of the back of a truck today and landed on his head. Hard enough that they life-flighted him all the way to Grady. Bleeding in the brain, and all that shit. Now, I don’t want to wish ill of anyone, but it couldn’t hae happened to a nicer person. How the fuck do you fall out of the back of a truck and land on your head unless you are doing something really stupid anyway. Possible entry to the Darwin Awards for this year. I will have to check it out and send it in.

I realize that this is probably pretty cold-hearted, and I would be mortified if it had happened to someone close to me, or my family, but that doesn’t change the way that I think or feel.

Fucking retard.

Oh, by the way, Happy Easter.

I was never much for sports when I was a kid. I was a bookworm. Generally the one that got picked on until my mid-teens. By that time, I hung with the stoners, doing the fun things that stoners do. That combined with the fact that I was crazy as hell, nobody fucked with me after awhile. Once I was drunk, I didn’t give a shit how big you were, I was more than happy to oblige if you wanted a fight, and I rarely lost.

Anyhow, back on track. My parents weren’t much into sports either, so I just followed right along the path. I was still pretty young when my son was at the age to start getting into that stuff, so he is alot like us. He played soccer one year, and spent several years involved in the martial arts. Enough to become a 2nd degree black belt anyhow. The school he was involved with closed, and interest in that just sort of faded. Since he’s been in High School, he has played several sports, but mostly so that he can hang with his friends.

Anna, however, is different. She has been into Gymnastics, and Cheerleading, and this year, she has just started to play Softball. She is having a pretty good time, most of the time, but she has never played before. I won’t go so far to say that she sucks, and she is certainly NOT the worst player on her team. At the beginning of the season, she was hitting ok, but she has lost her timing. Hasn’t hit a fucking ball in a couple of weeks. I picked up a practice T at Wally World the other day, but so far it doesn’t seem to be doing any good. So today, after I got home from work, I took her up to the practice fields, figuring that it being Easter Sunday, nobody would be there.

I was correct. We had the place to ourselves. I think we were up there for about an hour or so, maybe longer. It was pretty cool. I think that I had more fun than she did. Should have been doing this shit years ago. She enjoyed it all, except for the part where we changed places, and I gave her a chance to rest her arms, and catch for awhile while I batted the balls out to her. It was ok until a grounder popped up and caught her on the shoulder and the cheek. After about ten minutes of crying, and me refusing to take her home, we swapped back out, and she had a great time. Actually hit a few balls too. Hell, if she can hit the shit that I throw, she should be able to hit the pitches that her coach throws. I think that today was probably more of a moral booster for her than any real practice. She has a game tommorow night, and I think that she is looking forward to it. Last week at this time, she was almost in tears and wanted to quit. I am a firm believer that once you start something, you FINISH the job, and I want my kids to learn this too.

Overall, since I have been up three hours prior to the crack of dawn, I am pretty damn tired. It wouldn’t be so bad but my wife kept me up until almost midnight. I know it is her fault, because she is the one with the boobs. In that respect, I guess I am still a teenager. Who the fuck needs fancy lingerie and lotions and candles and shit. Hell, just show me some boobs. So much for foreplay.

We’re in timeout…

Originally uploaded by rmiles.

…for eating chocolate when we were told it was time to put it up.

I’m tired as hell this morning. I didn’t sleep worth a crap last night, tossed and turned. It’s my own damn fault because I came home yesterday and took a nap for a couple of hours, then drank coffee when I had to go in for shift change last night. I finally got up at about 4am. Damn it’s going to be a long day.

A bit froggy

Originally uploaded by rmiles.

This guy has been hanging out in my goldfish pond for a while now.

No need for political correctness here.

I didn’t win the $189 million last night, so I guess I will be back at work on Friday. I did manage to only lose $8 after my winnings though. You gotta dream sometimes.

I am a pretty patient guy at work. It almost seems like and enigma. The older I get, the more patient I get. I am able to keep my cool most of the time and deal with a lot of bullshit. A continuous string oof phone calls involving settling petty disputes between people at work is the most irritating. It usually starts about five minutes after I walk out of the restaurant, and can continue as late as midnight, sometimes later. The flip side of that is that I seem to be losing my social skills. Once I have lost patience with someone at work, any damn old thing will just spring out of my mouth. One of my waitresses (the one whose boyfriend is currently in jail, also one of my employees) is having a very hard time paying her bills. I have been letting her work extra hours, some overtime so that she can catch up. She has asked me at least ten times this week to borrow money. Now, I have this deal with my bank. They don’t make waffles, and I don’t fucking lend money. I don’t mind five or ten bucks if I can afford it out of my pocket, I can always take it from them before I hand them their money on payday, but nothing more than that, and damn sure not the money that doesn’t belong to me. She came to me again yesterday trying to borrow $100 bucks and out of my mouth springs something like “You might not have to borrow money of you quit spending $40 day on fucking pain pills”. That went over like a lead balloon.

I have two or three pill heads that work for me. Working in a restaurant is HARD work, and they are in constant pain, two from car accidents several years ago, one because she is a PSHMF (see previous entries for the definition). I understand that you have a fucking stell steel pin in your hip. I understand that you are in pain. It’s just that I don’t give a fcuk FUCK. Can’t really say that and still have employees working. I really do empathize (sp?) with them, but goddam. Either they are just hooked on the shit and that’s why they have to take so many pain killers (the case with a couple of them), or they are just fucking whiners (the case with the other).

Most of their money goes for pills, take-out food, ice, pot, meth, xboxes, and just general crap. Here’s a simple fucking plan that will fix it for you:
1. Quit spending all your fucking money on illegal drugs to begin with.
2. Sign up for insurance. It is available for everyone from day one. One of the only restaurants in the industry where this is available. It ain’t the greatest coverage, particularly in the first year, but it’s better than nothing.
3. Pay your fucking bills.
4. Quit fucking whining and work harder
5. If that doesn’t work and you still can’t deal with the pain at work, do something else.

It’s not that difficult, but does take a bit of work. It took me a couple of years to learn how to get responsible. When I started with my company almost 20 years ago, it was as a 2nd shift waiter. I was unemployeed, irresponsible, and although I wasn’t into all of the drug shit that they are doing, pretty much had the same problems. The biggest difference is that I worked my ass off and took pride in the job that I did, no matter what it was. I am the best. 18 months after I started, I was managing the fucking place. There have been several ups and downs. I have quit several times and told them to fuckoff. I was so burned out on it in ’99 that I quit and decided to do something else. Three months later I was back at work at the corporate office doing tech support. Here I am six years later running restaurants again. Pretty soon I will have several answering to me. I have pretty much decided that this is what I do, and do well, so I am going to spend another 20 years with them, work my ass off to get as high as I can with them, then fucking retire. Currently our stock (we are a privately held company) is earning around 9%, which is the lowest I have seen it in 20 fucking years. It’s also available to EVERYBODY that works for us after six months. Shit, that’s a no-brainer.

This past week has been pretty stressful, and at times I thought I was going to explode, and wanted to quit every day. The really funny things is that I think most of it was my fucking sinuses and allergies. I took a claritin yesterday and was fine all day. Crap, I worked 16 hours, and even though I was pretty worn out last night, I still felt better than I have in a couple of weeks. Dumbass, you have to take care of yourself in order to feel decent. Need to go get a claritin and take my other medicine while I am thinking about it.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

I have taken my claritin, my protonix, and whatthefuckitis that I take for my cholesterol. There’s a pot of Starbucks brewing and I had a smoke.

Last night I caught up on a couple of show from earlier this week. I watched the Sopranos with Stephanie, and she sacked out, so I watched 24. When that was over, I snuck outside for a smoke, and met Mr. Possum on the back porch. I don’t know which one of us was more scraed. Shit, I almost jumped over the fucking porch rail, me in my undies and bathrobe. I am not particularly scared of wildlife, but going out on the back porch half-naked in the dark and meeting small shuffling animals was just not in the fucking plan. Chased him off the porch, had my smoke, and went back inside.

I think that I will surf the web for a little while longer, then I need to head to Walmart and get some potting soil. I need to work out in the garden a bit this morning.

Damn, had to edit a couple of typos. I hate typing mistakes. Need to start doing these in Word or something, have spell check. Occasionally I will use Sharp-MT to post, it incluses includes a spell checker, but I don’t think that I have installed it since I rebuilt my computer.