Since Marcus moved our computers around, the iSight's cable will no longer reach from the case to the monitor. I've never liked the way the darned thing sits on my monitor and it's always falling down. I don't want to tape the stand to the monitor because I don't like the angle it's at, anyway. While searching for a longer firewire cable (it has to be one of those thin Apple ones) or some kind of extender, I found SightFlex. This is perfect! Now I just need to find somebody with one in stock. The site I linked to is out indefinitely. If I can find one, maybe I'll actually be on my iSight more often. Too cool! I wish I could come up with some neat device like that.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
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Not a great way to start a post, but I'm in a horribly blah mood today. I didn't have a great weekend. I haven't gotten squat done at work today. I've been here 7 hours and did about a half hour's worth of work.
My horrible mood is tied mostly to that damned pizza place and the losers who work there. I am so sick of that place, what it does to me physically and emotionally, how it utterly fucks up my life, how ugly everyone treats each other. Dr. Phil says you continue behavior that has a payoff. I wish I knew what payoff working there gets me. I know I've been afraid to move on. Even though I hate it, it has been job security. It's been a relatively steady paycheck. I keep saying I need the job longetivity if I have any hopes of ever getting my mobile on land. If any of those was the reason, it's no longer enough. This past weekend was the final breaking point. I am consumed with getting away from there.
I was sick on Saturday and I went in and tried to do dough, but after puking 4 times, I decided it wasn't worth it and left. The dumbass manager is supposed to do dough (if he's got time) if I can't. Well, they had time. He didn't do any of it. I still felt icky on Sunday, so I only managed to get Saturday's dough done. As a result, I ended up working Monday. Stupid manager never got back to me on my suggestion to not have both food orders show up on the same day. Loser. So, I did 20 batches just to prove to dumbass that if I do enough dough to take the day off on Tuesday, the food order will have problems fitting. We'll see how that went. If he is pissed about it, though, he'll never tell me to my face. He'll try to sabotage me some other way.
Since the store was closed for the holiday, as with every other holiday that we're closed, if I make dough I have to go back later and downstack it. After hosting a BBQ dinner for Dad, Marcus headed back over to the store with me to keep me company while I downstacked all of that dough. Who do I find there when we arrive? Dumbass manager. This is the same loser who complains that he can't get a day off from that place. The same loser who has no friends and no life except that place. There was nothing he could have been doing that couldn't have been done during his every other waking moment he spends there. Since he was there, though, would it have been that hard to call my cell and say that he was there so I wouldn't have to waste time and gas to drive all the way across town? Apparently so. I'm so sick of the lack of respect that he has for everybody. I was so pissed about the whole thing that I didn't even feel like going out and looking at fireworks. I love fireworks. Asshat.
Sales are also down. I'm going to make less than $800 gross on my next check. When I used to make $1100 in a pay period, that's bad. I also figured out that I'm making more dough for less money. They used to sell more "extras" that figured into my salary: pop, salads, wings, etc. They don't sell squat in the pop department, the new wings suck and they no longer carry salads. They're also selling alot more carry-out pizzas, which are priced cheaper. It totally bites. The stupid owner also can't advertise his way out of a paper bag. The whole chain's sales are down and he doesn't do anything about it.
I've been bitching about that job forever. It's time to bite the big one and get away. I've promised myself that I'll be out by my birthday of 9/11, but I think I need to do it before then. It'll be nice to have clear lungs and self-respect.
I had to write the rent check with the increased lot rent in it last night. That also did nothing to improve my mood. I really want to move. I don't think Marcus believed me the other day when I told him I was in a throwing-out mood. I want to get rid of the clutter in my house and my life. We took some stuff to storage and brought back other stuff to toss. It made him very happy.
There are also some issues going on here at my new job. Job security is not something I have here. I knew that coming in, though. So, I must get my act together while I want to, not because I have to. I could be making so much more money and be happier.
My horrible mood is tied mostly to that damned pizza place and the losers who work there. I am so sick of that place, what it does to me physically and emotionally, how it utterly fucks up my life, how ugly everyone treats each other. Dr. Phil says you continue behavior that has a payoff. I wish I knew what payoff working there gets me. I know I've been afraid to move on. Even though I hate it, it has been job security. It's been a relatively steady paycheck. I keep saying I need the job longetivity if I have any hopes of ever getting my mobile on land. If any of those was the reason, it's no longer enough. This past weekend was the final breaking point. I am consumed with getting away from there.
I was sick on Saturday and I went in and tried to do dough, but after puking 4 times, I decided it wasn't worth it and left. The dumbass manager is supposed to do dough (if he's got time) if I can't. Well, they had time. He didn't do any of it. I still felt icky on Sunday, so I only managed to get Saturday's dough done. As a result, I ended up working Monday. Stupid manager never got back to me on my suggestion to not have both food orders show up on the same day. Loser. So, I did 20 batches just to prove to dumbass that if I do enough dough to take the day off on Tuesday, the food order will have problems fitting. We'll see how that went. If he is pissed about it, though, he'll never tell me to my face. He'll try to sabotage me some other way.
Since the store was closed for the holiday, as with every other holiday that we're closed, if I make dough I have to go back later and downstack it. After hosting a BBQ dinner for Dad, Marcus headed back over to the store with me to keep me company while I downstacked all of that dough. Who do I find there when we arrive? Dumbass manager. This is the same loser who complains that he can't get a day off from that place. The same loser who has no friends and no life except that place. There was nothing he could have been doing that couldn't have been done during his every other waking moment he spends there. Since he was there, though, would it have been that hard to call my cell and say that he was there so I wouldn't have to waste time and gas to drive all the way across town? Apparently so. I'm so sick of the lack of respect that he has for everybody. I was so pissed about the whole thing that I didn't even feel like going out and looking at fireworks. I love fireworks. Asshat.
Sales are also down. I'm going to make less than $800 gross on my next check. When I used to make $1100 in a pay period, that's bad. I also figured out that I'm making more dough for less money. They used to sell more "extras" that figured into my salary: pop, salads, wings, etc. They don't sell squat in the pop department, the new wings suck and they no longer carry salads. They're also selling alot more carry-out pizzas, which are priced cheaper. It totally bites. The stupid owner also can't advertise his way out of a paper bag. The whole chain's sales are down and he doesn't do anything about it.
I've been bitching about that job forever. It's time to bite the big one and get away. I've promised myself that I'll be out by my birthday of 9/11, but I think I need to do it before then. It'll be nice to have clear lungs and self-respect.
I had to write the rent check with the increased lot rent in it last night. That also did nothing to improve my mood. I really want to move. I don't think Marcus believed me the other day when I told him I was in a throwing-out mood. I want to get rid of the clutter in my house and my life. We took some stuff to storage and brought back other stuff to toss. It made him very happy.
There are also some issues going on here at my new job. Job security is not something I have here. I knew that coming in, though. So, I must get my act together while I want to, not because I have to. I could be making so much more money and be happier.
Cheap Trick—She's Tight
Monday, July 04, 2005
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Happy Independence Day!
I've got a little pet peeve about this holiday that has sprung up lately. People saying "Happy 4th of July!" Do we say "Happy 25th of December" for Christmas or any such nonsense? NO. I can't think of any other holiday where people do this. The holiday is Independence Day. Only be saying it will we remember exactly what it is we are celebrating. Otherwise, it loses meaning and becomes just another day off from work (for most people) and an excuse to BBQ.
May you all be safe and enjoy your INDEPENDENCE DAY!
(Climbing off soapbox so I can go to work)
Friday, July 01, 2005
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In today's inbox:
Business is slow at a bar one night when all of a sudden a strange man walks in, carrying a bag. The man walks up to the bartender, takes a seat at the bar and beckons to the tender, calling his attention. "I'll bet you all of tonight's drinks that I can make you cry like a baby," the strange man says. In reply, the bartender chuckles, "Yeah sure, why not? You're not going to hit me or anything, are you?" he asks. The man shakes his head, "No, no, of course not," he replies, emptying the bag's contents onto the bartop. From the bag tumbles a little midget, just a little more than a foot tall, and a piano. The midget begins to play beautiful, beautiful music and it's so fantastic that the bartender soon breaks down and cries. Later, over the third round of free drinks, the bartender asks, "Okay, I gotta know, where'd you get that little guy?" The man at the bar leans in close, so that no one else can hear and answers, "I found a ring that will grant anyone three wishes." "Three wishes?" exclaims the bartender. "You gotta let me use at least one, man, come on, I won't tell anyone else, just let me use one!" With a sigh, the man hands over an ornate ring. The bartender slips it on his finger, closes his eyes and murmurs his wish. Suddenly, a duck wanders into the bar, followed by another, then another, and another. Soon, the tavern is flooded with ducks to the point where not even the midget can move without bumping one. "What the hell?" cries the bartender. "I wished for a million bucks! Not a million ducks!" The man at the bar chuckles a little. "I forgot to warn you..." he begins. "The ring is kind of, well... hard of hearing" "Hard of hearing? You mean like you have a deaf wishing ring?" questions the bartender. The man just chuckles and nods in reply. "Well, did you really think I wished for a twelve inch pianist?"
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Happy July everyone! At noon today the year is half over. Wow, hard to believe the year is half over already.
I actually slept for 11 hours last night. I didn't have to go to the pizza job since we're going to be closed on Monday for Independence Day. My neck has been all jacked up lately (almost as bad as after the accident a year ago) and sleeping on it that long killed it. I'm awake but in sooooo much pain. I took 3 ibuprofins about an hour ago and it hasn't done squat. Joy.
We have a 2nd Dish Network receive that we hardly ever used because the television was hard to see and the remote was bad. When Marcus rearranged the house, the television is actually in a place that is convenient to use, so I got a new remote on eBay. I can't get it to work. *sigh*
Well, that's about all I've got time for right now. Gotta get off to work. Hopefully traffic will be light for once.
I actually slept for 11 hours last night. I didn't have to go to the pizza job since we're going to be closed on Monday for Independence Day. My neck has been all jacked up lately (almost as bad as after the accident a year ago) and sleeping on it that long killed it. I'm awake but in sooooo much pain. I took 3 ibuprofins about an hour ago and it hasn't done squat. Joy.
We have a 2nd Dish Network receive that we hardly ever used because the television was hard to see and the remote was bad. When Marcus rearranged the house, the television is actually in a place that is convenient to use, so I got a new remote on eBay. I can't get it to work. *sigh*
Well, that's about all I've got time for right now. Gotta get off to work. Hopefully traffic will be light for once.
Name: LaDonna
LaDonna is the #687 most common female first name. 0.016% of females in the US are named LaDonna. Around 19,600 US females are named LaDonna!
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LOCATION: Black Hills, SD DOB: September 11 SEX: Female |
SIGN: Virgo STATUS: Shacking Up FAV COLOR: Green |
