Sunday, January 22, 2006
American Idol Fun
wtf!
I have nothing against a person and their interests or whatever, but I could only drop my jaw and tilt my head at this one. I wonder why people mistake him for a guy? (oh yea, and he cant sing)
Friday, January 20, 2006
Do you work here?
This is a question I'm asked on a daily basis at work, and it annoys me to hell!!! As some of my regulars know me, i work for a retailer (hint: they might take over the world). I love it and hate it at the same time for the same reasons: the people i work with and the customers.
I really like my job alot. Believe it or not it keeps me sane, or maybe it used to. I interact with people, help them out whenever necessary, and have alot of friends there. I get to see alot of cute guys coming thru too. Anyway, the customers. I love them, I really do. Sometimes, these same lovely customers make me wanna throw a fucking flag.
On any given night, I can be doing various things that would alert a person that I am an employee: my name badge, my "work tools", working on freight, standing behind the counter, on the phone, making pages, etc. In my mind, i'm thinking "everyone in the area should know i work here, in this very department". I was obviously mistaken. Every single night, I will get someone walk up and ask me "do you work here". Hearing the question usually brings a deep sigh from me, with a rather annoyed "yes" or simple nod. Some of them take it a step further by asking if I work "in this department". As much stuff I do in my department, it just annoys me how they dont think i'm working over there. Do these people think that ordinary people simply walk into this store and volunteer to put stock on the shelves?
Before anyone says it, i'll say it. Yea yea I know if it wasnt for them I wouldnt have a paycheck blah blah blah. Dont get me wrong, I'll do what I have to to make the sale, but it's all for naught when we have the thieving bastards that come thru there everynite.
I sat with security just recently, and watched how a guy (who obviously knows someone on the inside, or he's staked out the area pretty well) use a DEPARTMENT KEY to make off with a prize. Someone is definitely getting wrote up for this one. Either he gained access to this key at some earlier point or someone GAVE it to him. Either way, a head is gonna roll. I just stood in awe watching the tape. I'd like to personally thank that asshole for taking a part of my fucking bonus away from me >:-|
To my beloved customers: Please.....if you see me like you see me everytime you come there, I still work there, don't ask me again. Next time you ask me that, I might just come unglued....
I really like my job alot. Believe it or not it keeps me sane, or maybe it used to. I interact with people, help them out whenever necessary, and have alot of friends there. I get to see alot of cute guys coming thru too. Anyway, the customers. I love them, I really do. Sometimes, these same lovely customers make me wanna throw a fucking flag.
On any given night, I can be doing various things that would alert a person that I am an employee: my name badge, my "work tools", working on freight, standing behind the counter, on the phone, making pages, etc. In my mind, i'm thinking "everyone in the area should know i work here, in this very department". I was obviously mistaken. Every single night, I will get someone walk up and ask me "do you work here". Hearing the question usually brings a deep sigh from me, with a rather annoyed "yes" or simple nod. Some of them take it a step further by asking if I work "in this department". As much stuff I do in my department, it just annoys me how they dont think i'm working over there. Do these people think that ordinary people simply walk into this store and volunteer to put stock on the shelves?
Before anyone says it, i'll say it. Yea yea I know if it wasnt for them I wouldnt have a paycheck blah blah blah. Dont get me wrong, I'll do what I have to to make the sale, but it's all for naught when we have the thieving bastards that come thru there everynite.
I sat with security just recently, and watched how a guy (who obviously knows someone on the inside, or he's staked out the area pretty well) use a DEPARTMENT KEY to make off with a prize. Someone is definitely getting wrote up for this one. Either he gained access to this key at some earlier point or someone GAVE it to him. Either way, a head is gonna roll. I just stood in awe watching the tape. I'd like to personally thank that asshole for taking a part of my fucking bonus away from me >:-|
To my beloved customers: Please.....if you see me like you see me everytime you come there, I still work there, don't ask me again. Next time you ask me that, I might just come unglued....
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin: God mad at America, but also at blacks
WTF??!?
What is this guy's problem? So now hurricanes have specific agendas and target black neighborhoods? I think he been drinking some of that street water or something, cause he sounds like a real jackass...
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
just some babble
I guess this is my first post of the year, i'm 11 days late. I was gonna do the "reflection of 05" post and my "insight to 06" post, but I was kinda busy at work, and lazy at other times so it just never happened. Maybe one day I'll do one of them.
So I'm sittin here just doing my daily internet thing, reading up on news and a few of my favorite blogs, wishing I'd perhaps get my tax refund early. At least my employer is good for one thing, downloadable w2's weeks before everyone else. I walk into H&R Block to a couple of bored people waiting for a body. In a couple of weeks they will be swamped and my money will be well spent. This year since the bill are ok I'm gonna "upgrade" some things around my place. Been needing a new TV in the living room, get my HTS and maybe even XM Radio. I love listening to it at work since they have a working demo unit there. Get my car worked on, the tranny has been slipping still, needs a good flush. Might even do some upgrading on the computer, the motherboard has been acting suspect lately.
Remember the brother and the girlfriend that was living here? Well, being the nice sister that I am, I felt sorry for my brother having issues with her and not having somewhere to sleep, so I let him come back, now I feel as if I regret that. I know guys can be sloppy or whatever, but DAMN! And I've also learned that girl he messes with is psycho. I tell you one thing, if she calls my house one more time at 3am when i'm home and wakes me up, she's gonna meet Ghetto PCDEBB.....
The job still goes. I love it and hate it at the same time. I had a manager last week that was having some issues with her female friend/lover/fuck buddy. I guess in her heart that was her lover, but in her lovers mind it was just a fuck buddy thing. So she's over the edge, decides to buy a bottle of pills and pop them all. She's walking around like a zombie. Mind you, I feel for her, and now she's in the hospital under a Baker Act (see Florida Baker Act), but killing yourself is the punk way out. Hell, she's got keys to everything in the fucking building. She was having a shitty night, what if she went to sporting goods, got gun and ammunition and popped all of us off, if not herself? What if she simply just dropped dead on us? I'm mad as hell for her doing that to herself, and to us. I hope she gets her act together cause she wont be back to work for a while, if at all. Of course everyone in the store is talking about it, and apparently comparing notes on some of the foul things she's done in the store, so some believe this was her way out since she was about to get canned/reprimanded anyway. When I say foul, i mean messing with people's money and a huge deal of favoritism.
Other babble? Well, umm, I have another cat. Yes, Buttercup (aka Battle Cat) has a playmate. Buttercup is a fatass, she is just a real fatass. I'm surprised she has stamina to play with the new cat (Snowflake) since she's almost 2 and Snowflake is about 3 months or so. he's a cutie, but gets into everything. Too damn curious for his own good. Oh yea, and to show my geekness, they have their own webpages...
Buttercup's Page
Snowflake's Page
I hope I dont turn into that cat lady everyone hates to live by....
All of this should have kept you busy, I'll have more soon, there's always some drama to talk about, or something
So I'm sittin here just doing my daily internet thing, reading up on news and a few of my favorite blogs, wishing I'd perhaps get my tax refund early. At least my employer is good for one thing, downloadable w2's weeks before everyone else. I walk into H&R Block to a couple of bored people waiting for a body. In a couple of weeks they will be swamped and my money will be well spent. This year since the bill are ok I'm gonna "upgrade" some things around my place. Been needing a new TV in the living room, get my HTS and maybe even XM Radio. I love listening to it at work since they have a working demo unit there. Get my car worked on, the tranny has been slipping still, needs a good flush. Might even do some upgrading on the computer, the motherboard has been acting suspect lately.
Remember the brother and the girlfriend that was living here? Well, being the nice sister that I am, I felt sorry for my brother having issues with her and not having somewhere to sleep, so I let him come back, now I feel as if I regret that. I know guys can be sloppy or whatever, but DAMN! And I've also learned that girl he messes with is psycho. I tell you one thing, if she calls my house one more time at 3am when i'm home and wakes me up, she's gonna meet Ghetto PCDEBB.....
The job still goes. I love it and hate it at the same time. I had a manager last week that was having some issues with her female friend/lover/fuck buddy. I guess in her heart that was her lover, but in her lovers mind it was just a fuck buddy thing. So she's over the edge, decides to buy a bottle of pills and pop them all. She's walking around like a zombie. Mind you, I feel for her, and now she's in the hospital under a Baker Act (see Florida Baker Act), but killing yourself is the punk way out. Hell, she's got keys to everything in the fucking building. She was having a shitty night, what if she went to sporting goods, got gun and ammunition and popped all of us off, if not herself? What if she simply just dropped dead on us? I'm mad as hell for her doing that to herself, and to us. I hope she gets her act together cause she wont be back to work for a while, if at all. Of course everyone in the store is talking about it, and apparently comparing notes on some of the foul things she's done in the store, so some believe this was her way out since she was about to get canned/reprimanded anyway. When I say foul, i mean messing with people's money and a huge deal of favoritism.
Other babble? Well, umm, I have another cat. Yes, Buttercup (aka Battle Cat) has a playmate. Buttercup is a fatass, she is just a real fatass. I'm surprised she has stamina to play with the new cat (Snowflake) since she's almost 2 and Snowflake is about 3 months or so. he's a cutie, but gets into everything. Too damn curious for his own good. Oh yea, and to show my geekness, they have their own webpages...
Buttercup's Page
Snowflake's Page
I hope I dont turn into that cat lady everyone hates to live by....
All of this should have kept you busy, I'll have more soon, there's always some drama to talk about, or something
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