“Well, I'd seen some strange things at work but that has to take to Betty from. I get oh I'm leaving. There's a guy in the green Mustang, sitting in there talking to just rather than look me attraction Ballman and she got her phone right handle like she's gonna need number. Not terribly the pricing had been people hook up where I were for first time and I'm sure if that's the last. However, the part that this the most interesting is I was hooking up the iPod, sure he go headlight done starting the car. But ___ a couple minutes while they're talking. And I know that she goes all between as you leave parked on the other side of my car and she wants to round but see an open to back door but she come in from green Mustang she's talking to followed her over to ___ and I know is there a vault ending in to the back ___ at this large like SUV. You know I'm not entirely sure what was going on. Not sure but I have a pretty good idea. They were about have sex in the back seat of that car. In the parking lot of my work phone. Now I make a lot of jokes about being in the ghetto but seriously, who the fuck does that? Really. Alright, you got words tell me that has this far expressing how trash she it is that just if you're gonna fuck in the car at least side some place, it's not on not just off the main road or in or in a you know well use the parking lot. I just cannot understand will comes over some people. They wouldn't surprise me off. It it came 5 minutes after I left. He walked in to the store as if we have condom. One of those people. It just, this is one of the days why I been running speechless about something to happen before. There are no words to express what.”
Well, space is cold. It’s so fuckin' lonely And though I’m bold. I’m pretty fuckin' homely I got a heavy load. It’s fuckin' overwhelming And I may explode. This motherfuckin' ship I’m helming
I had a rough day at work And my back really hurts The crew don’t take me seriously they just look at me and smirk I’ll just go back to my quarters and jerk my Kirk
You pass me in the corridors You never ever notice me lurking I’m spending all my time alone Nobody knows how hard I’m working it I wanna take a voyage home ‘Cause right now I’m going berserk and The places where my fantasies roam Have got my blood burning
I had a rough day at work And my back really hurts I’m gonna quit star fleet and be a motherfuckin' file clerk Or just go back to my quarters and jerk my Kirk
All by myself In my own private hell My quarters are a dungeon And my mind is a cell Where I’m locked up tight Alone every night Losing the battle of a Pon farr fight And I can’t get control I’m never ever done I can’t let go of my own number one But I try God I try If I could just stop and re-supply But I know I’m never gonna stop Jerking my Kirk ‘til the day I drop And I know nothing works I’m always gonna have to jerk my Kirk
I had a had time concentrating on work. I actually had crackhead bitch at me to keep moving. But there was nothing I could have done about it. I got twice as much sleep as is typical for me (six hours versus the normal 3-4) yet I still felt like shit all day.
We got mugged for boxes bad, so when box lady came, I didn't have much for her. So, I saved some more and brought them to her. She offered me food (as she typically does when I bring them to her) but I politely declined, since I was wanting to get home and collapse. Unusual for me, I usually hit her up for a couple of egg rolls or a bit of fried rice.
I was going to try my hand at making fried rice tonight, but I was too tired to stop at the store on the way home. So I'm going to do that on Wednesday instead.
I have a stupid goddamned mandatory sexual harassment class to go to on Thursday morning. At ten in the fucking AM. What the fuck? On my goddamned day off. It's my fucking day off, and I have to go in for two hours? This is bullshit. But I really don't expect anything else from this company anymore. So much for getting any decent rest this pseudo-weekend.
Being as today's Sunday, and tomorrow (er, today) is Monday... I'm going to try to get to sleep in a few. Figured I'd post here a quick one before I flopped.
Slow Sunday, though we did more than last year's numbers, surprisingly. I got bored and ran to the store to get a can of air freshener for our bathroom.
I forgot to mention in a previous post, we had The Duke come back for the first time in quite a while the other night. That was entertaining.
I lost my Hoti medallion that I got off of a bottle of Pyrat rum. I'm bummed, I only had it a couple of days. I'll have to snag another one.
Going to try my hand at making fried rice tomorrow.
Bill found a crapload of box wine that went out of date, and offered us some. I don't usually drink box wine, but I'll partake of it if it's free. Sure, why not? It's been a while since I've had white zin anyway.
In England, they burn effigies of Guy Fawkes on the day devoted to his hanging.
I think we should adopt something similar. Would it not be awesome to burn an effigy of a classic British red-coated soldier to symbolize America's independence?
The only problem I can find with this idea is that most citizens of this nation are too ignorant of it's history to appreciate the symbolism.
Some highlights from today: I bought from the drawer a quarter from 1958 and a Honduran 50 cent piece (which someone mistakenly spent as a quarter). Quarters (and other denominations, to a lesser extent) with silver in them make a very different sound to my ears when dropped than modern copper-zinc ones. It's quite noticeable. An almost musical quality to it.
I really hate dealing with the public. We had some real gems tonight. Some people are so staggeringly ignorant that it makes my head hurt.
Played with some online backup services' free trials tonight. Looks like the one with unlimited storage for $4.95/mo might actually be a pretty decent deal. But uploading is slow. It wouldn't surprise me if backing up this machine's entire drive literally took days.
I think Monday I'm going to try to make home-made fried rice. I've been wanting to try for a few days now, but I've been getting home so late after closing shifts that I'd feel really bad about setting off the smoke alarm if I fuck it up. And it wouldn't take much. The smoke alarm in here is insanely sensitive.
I enjoy picking Bill's brain, trying to learn a little more Spanish as I can. I've learned a lot more just asking him questions (he speaks it fluently) and practicing what I little I do know. I told him, I already have the most important phrase down pat: "Mi espanol es no bueno. Habla engles, por favor?". I know the spelling and punctuation are mangled pretty badly, but I don't feel like spending ten minutes fishing individual characters out from charmap just to make the point. I enjoy learning Spanish by osmosis. It keeps the language center of my brain active, and it's been languishing for quite some time. It also enmeshes me further as a resident of the area. As I've said before... I like living here. In part because of the Hispanic people, so I don't mind being accommodating to some degree. It'll be a while before I can count change back in it (Spanish), but I already know how to ask for ID, if a card is credit or debit, and instruct someone how to use the debit terminal. I'm proud that I have an aptitude for picking it up by ear, as small a usable vocabulary as I have so far.
And to all of you Americans, happy 4th! Have a happy and safe one.
I, for one will be enjoying federal holiday (time-and-a-half) pay for the day, and working it. Not that I had a choice in the matter, mind you.
Though I'm not a crazy flag-worshiping nutjob, I do care about this country. The 4th of July is one of the few holidays I still actually give a shit about. And while the trappings might annoy me, what it stands for still fills me with a sense of pride.
Well, I'm still not dead. Anecdotal evidence to the contrary.
LoudTwitter (the automatic publisher I was using to post tweets here) had had some problems, and may not be coming back at all. So, I'm going to try to do better to keep this updated since there will be no placeholder content from Twitter for an indeterminate amount of time.
There really hasn't been too much of note. I have to close this entire week, except Monday (truck day). Oh boy. I just love dealing with the party kids. They're so much fucking fun.
Fucked around with the Xserve the other day. Installed some apps, tried to change some configuration stuff. I have forgotten how to share a folder that isn't someone's home directory. I'm not sure if there's even a way to do it from the GUI, I might have to go in and fuck around with the smb.conf file. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a way around that.
I have some photos I want to share, as well as the trip post(s) to finish and upload. The problem is that whenever the drive to write up a post comes, it's usually at a stupidly late hour when I should be in bed. I think my creativity is enhanced by lack of sleep. Something to do with alpha brainwaves, perhaps?
At any rate, I'm going to try to get back into the daily posting habit, even if it's short like this.
A brief update of substance before I hit the sheets.
I've been ignoring LJ in favor of my actual life (such as it is). I had the parents visit me for a few days recently. It was nice. Didn't get to spend as much time with them as I'd have liked, since I didn't have enough notice from them to take time off. Such is life.
I found out from Bill that the classes do indeed count as time and a half (and I verified this on a paystub). I don't know where Sherman got the idea, but it sure hit a nerve. I get paid little enough, I want to be sure I can milk it for all it's worth.
I have to go to two classes tomorrow (today, in a few hours, actually. Ugh!) and then to work a close shift. I don't mind the long day, but I do mind that I have to be off of the clock for a completely useless two hours in the middle of the day in order to prevent overtime. What the fuck am I supposed to do with two hours in the middle of a workday? It's not enough time to go home and do anything. I'm tempted to go out and have a late lunch at Sweet Tomatoes (across the street from where I work). But of course, that costs money. And I don't like to spend what I don't have.
I have more stuff to post about, but none of it's terribly important. I'll do a larger one of these (or at least one or two more with some actual substance) at some point during my time off over the next few days.
I was Talking with Sherman, and he told me that the wine classes aren't time and a half, since they're billed to a different department of the company as "training".
I think it's bullshit to have to go there and sit in a wine class (that's useless to me so long I'm working at this store anyway) after working a full 40 hours that week, and not be getting overtime for it.
It's a function I'm required to attend for work, and it's run by the same company. I don't think they can get away with this. Can they?
If they can do this, I'm going to tell Bill that I'm not going to go to any more wine classes unless I work less than 40 hours that week.
To expand upon the earlier Tweet, Matt said something about doing some counts. I started counting slowly and distinctively, intending to be obnoxious, but when I got to five or six, I decided to imitate The Count from Sesame Street. So I ended with "Eight bottles of gin! Ha ha ha!" in the right voice. Matt about fell off the chair he was laughing so hard. I didn't think of it at the time, but it was doubly funny, since the counts that he was referring to were for New Amsterdam gin. That cracked me up when I realized it.
Later on, one of the local, ragged-looking guys (I think he was homeless) came in and asked if either of us had a jack to change some lady's tire. Apparently, she didn't have one. So, being the gentleman that I am, I went out and dug around in the trunk. I've never had to use mine, so I wasn't sure if it even still worked after 16 years. Partly I just wanted to know. It was a bit of a struggle... The women whose car was having the trouble didn't have a tire iron in her trunk, either. And of course mine wasn't quite the right size. I have a nagging suspicion that hers were metric, and mine was standard. Which is odd, since they are both domestic.
I got pissed off with the tire iron not fitting. This was the second time that I didn't have a socket when I needed one. So, I went to go to Home Depot to get a set. They were closed. So, I went to Walmart to see what they had. They carried a couple of Decent Stanley ones, so I picked up a good one to keep in the house, and a small but serviceable one for the trunk of the car. Also, an adapter for the drill so I could use them that way.
I needed it anyway. I'd told myself that the next time I needed one, I'd go out and get a set. So I did. After we got the spare on, I saw it was flat. So I dug out my cigarette lighter air compressor and pumped it up pretty good for them. The ladies were very appreciative for the assistance. Since the ladies did not reward the nice men who helped them, I bought them beer as a way of thanking them for restoring part of my faith in humanity.
That was far from the last entertaining thing that went on tonight, however.
We had about 15 people descend on us at one point. Loud and boisterous. I quipped to Matt that it was "just as if a bus took a run through the hood, gathered up all the hood rats, and then dropped them all on our doorstep".
After that, we had a couple of folks from an anime con that had been in town (MetroCon, I believe). Chatted a bit with the big (holy crap, huge!) guy. He knew Schlock Mercenary, that was cool.
Had another couple of young guys come in and I carded them both. One was an Asian dude, and he made a comment about being Asian and unable to gain weight. I commented that there was a horrible joke I could make about Chinese buffets, but that I was going to hold back and be nice. We also traded a few comments about Gran Torino (which is an awesome move, incidentally).
Later, another big dude came in. Apparently, his job is to shuttle the drunken topless dancers from titty bar to titty bar across town. So he told us some interesting stories.
Tonight was not a very productive night, but it was amusing and entertaining. And also profitable. We were up $1,000 from last year on the same date.
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