Ok. So I know most of you readers are either randomly stumbling upon my blog at about 1:30 in the morning in a click-haze---or else you know me and are mad at me for not updating more often. The truth is, once I write something, it becomes more real, and not everything I want to be real.
There's that one thing...that i won't mention...that you all know happened, that I refuse to mention.
And life. Oh, wow; life. Life is not fun. At all. Let us embark on a journey we shall call
STORY TIME WITH GINGER!!
If I am a little vague, well, that's because you are in your click-haze still. Don't worry, something is bound to make sense some day.
Moved. Yay. Have more room. Yay. I started working at an animal shelter (if you are wondering which one, email me and i will let you know). So yeah.... i am in the office. I am Admin Assistant. I have a cubical. Wooo, the only cubical in the whole place. Yay! A cubical! Hah. It sometimes gets dark and a little lonely. And sometimes I get in a haze. Sometimes it gets cold. When that happens I take a walk to the mailbox to check the mail. By the time I have made it five steps out the door I am sweating. That's right. The end of September. Sweating.
Anyways, I have recently had the wonderful privilege of updating the website. I love *twitch* getting in my haze *twitch* when I can't figure out where something *twitch* is. But that is ok though, i told the website who is boss. It's been being nicer lately.
I also get to work on the newsletter, which hasn't been published since February. Oh, and also on my lunch break now if I have extra time I have been going into the cat room and letting them all flock to me. It is cool. As I may have already told you, you can look any direction and there is a cat. The ceiling; there is a cat way up there sleeping.
I was almost killed the other day. I guess that's news worthy.
I was in the left turn lane (there are two left turn lanes here, i was in the *right* left turn lane). Normally I do not go here so that I don't have to merge on the on ramp. I was at the front of the line, I figured it would be ok.
Light turned green, go go go; and there are people coming from the opposite direction that have a yield to get onto the same on ramp. There are shrubs in the way of them seeing anyone coming. So as I'm getting closer a couple cars dart out in front of me. Ok, jerks, you were faster than me go you. Then suddenly this white truck is going just as fast as I am up his yield area; and is shoved into my lane. I had to swerve to avoid him killing me because he is a moron. There was no where for him to go, there was a cement wall on the other side of him. Luckily, I was aware of where the other cars were around me and knew that it was safe to swerve.
I plan on writing several different places in the city government so that they all understand this hazard. Those people should have to wait for the light, because this is such a busy area. My co-worker said that that same thing happened to him in that same spot. The idiots who are not yielding just look at you like you are the idiot. Man; I HATE IDIOTS.
Oh, moving on finally to why I named this post what I named it.
Once upon a time, on a vacation to Tennessee, a certain person had several music cds about the civil war and Lookout Mountain. I loved the music.
Years later, I asked who it was, what was the album name? anything? I don't know what you're talking about.
Research provided nothing more than me knowing that it is NOT by the Drive By Truckers.
Last night, at work, a song came on. It was a classical version of one of their songs. It made me so angry because nobody knew who it was, but one person recognized it. I have no way of knowing who it was. I will try to find a playlist for that music station: i don't know what type they have, but it is some type of satellite radio. Until then, ARGH!
That's all for now, you may resume your regular hazy broadcasting.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
My Rabbit's Foot Doesn't Work...
Life.
It sucks.
I'll try to sum it all up...
One wallet [misplaced/stolen??]
One exhaust pipe broke off but was dragging--still attached.
One reeeeally bad day-ending in one ticket and a tire shredded by still attached exhaust pipe (also damaging wheel-----oh my nice wheels...so sad...)
One flat spare
One job offer ending in the ghetto with two attempted muggings
One bank card stolen out of different wallet and used to pay bills
Two bad wrists with carpal tunnel...(still)
Zero good signs.
Do I have to kill the bunny for the foot to start being lucky? Because I don't want to kill the bunny, he's cute.
It sucks.
I'll try to sum it all up...
One wallet [misplaced/stolen??]
One exhaust pipe broke off but was dragging--still attached.
One reeeeally bad day-ending in one ticket and a tire shredded by still attached exhaust pipe (also damaging wheel-----oh my nice wheels...so sad...)
One flat spare
One job offer ending in the ghetto with two attempted muggings
One bank card stolen out of different wallet and used to pay bills
Two bad wrists with carpal tunnel...(still)
Zero good signs.
Do I have to kill the bunny for the foot to start being lucky? Because I don't want to kill the bunny, he's cute.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
A Drive to Help Forget
We went on a five hour drive yesterday up into the mountains.
Here are some pics from the trip, i don't feel much like typing.
I am fighting blogger's way of posting my pics, so I can't get the words to line up right and don't know if it's just me or the way I have my blog...so I'm going to tell you about each pic up here and you'll have to read about them seperate from looking...sorry.
1...This is where we stopped first, to get a good pic of the mountain. Dumb dumb, dumb...dumb......
Never walk barefoot in the desert. Do you see my foot? I'm already wincing and curling my foot up because I had so freaking many cactus spines in my feet...they were bleeding...I still have some in there this morning. I've been using a cane so I don't walk on them.
2...This is the mountain.
3...I think this is Roosevelt Lake, but I don't remember seeing any signs.
4...This is the farthest we went up into the park, Totono National Forest. (Maybe it was Teton...can't remember. But it was a national Forest.) It had turned into a crazy dirt road instead of a crazy paved road.
That's all for now, even though I have a million pics from it.
Gingavitis
Here are some pics from the trip, i don't feel much like typing.
I am fighting blogger's way of posting my pics, so I can't get the words to line up right and don't know if it's just me or the way I have my blog...so I'm going to tell you about each pic up here and you'll have to read about them seperate from looking...sorry.
1...This is where we stopped first, to get a good pic of the mountain. Dumb dumb, dumb...dumb......
Never walk barefoot in the desert. Do you see my foot? I'm already wincing and curling my foot up because I had so freaking many cactus spines in my feet...they were bleeding...I still have some in there this morning. I've been using a cane so I don't walk on them.
2...This is the mountain.
3...I think this is Roosevelt Lake, but I don't remember seeing any signs.
4...This is the farthest we went up into the park, Totono National Forest. (Maybe it was Teton...can't remember. But it was a national Forest.) It had turned into a crazy dirt road instead of a crazy paved road.
That's all for now, even though I have a million pics from it.
Gingavitis
Friday, May 30, 2008
Google Hits for Gingavitis
I realized a while ago that when you search Google for Gingavitis (it is not spelt correctly, it is correctly spelt Gingivitis, not Gingavitis) that you don't find my blog "gingavitis.blogspot.com" until the second page. So, I am going to be using the word Gingavitis a bit more frequently than I have been in the past Gingavitis blog posts. That way, if someone can't remember my site name (gingavitis.blogspot.com) but they can remember the weird name that i use (Gingavitis) they can search for me and immediately find me, Gingavitis; instead of finding a bunch of people who don't know how to spell Gingivitis correctly and are saying that they have "gingavitis" but they don't because they don't have me, or as I am going to say, lacking a vitis in their gin. Not that that makes any sense, but spelling gingavitis like so doesn't either.
In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.
Do any of you know why I call myself that?
Probably.
I'll tell you anyways.
When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!
Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.
You may return to your regular broadcast.
GINGAVITIS
In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.
Do any of you know why I call myself that?
Probably.
I'll tell you anyways.
When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!
Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.
You may return to your regular broadcast.
GINGAVITIS
Google Hits for Gingavitis
I realized a while ago that when you search Google for Gingavitis (it is not spelt correctly, it is correctly spelt Gingivitis, not Gingavitis) that you don't find my blog "gingavitis.blogspot.com" until the second page. So, I am going to be using the word Gingavitis a bit more frequently than I have been in the past Gingavitis blog posts. That way, if someone can't remember my site name (gingavitis.blogspot.com) but they can remember the weird name that i use (Gingavitis) they can search for me and immediately find me, Gingavitis; instead of finding a bunch of people who don't know how to spell Gingivitis correctly and are saying that they have "gingavitis" but they don't because they don't have me, or as I am going to say, lacking a vitis in their gin. Not that that makes any sense, but spelling gingavitis like so doesn't either.
In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.
Do any of you know why I call myself that?
Probably.
I'll tell you anyways.
When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!
Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.
You may return to your regular broadcast.
GINGAVITIS
In looking this up, and I can't believe I have never looked this up before in my life (i still haven't yet too much because i know it's something gross), I learned today that Gingavitis (yes i know i spelt it wrong, i have the right) is receeting of the gums and they turn purple-ish. That's the most I have ever known about Gingavitis. I also read that someone was worried they have Gingavitis just because their gums bleed when they brush their teeth. I have heard that this is an unusual occurance for most people, however I have had that problem my whole life; they call it "sensitive gums" not Gingavitis. At least I know that much about gingavitis. But if that is the case, and that means you do have Gingavitis, then here I am, Gingavitis, with Gingavitis. but I doubt that I have Gingavitis, otherwise good ole Dr. Greene next to DQ in Chartucky, MI, my dentist, would have told me I have Gingavitis a long long time ago. He has been my dentist all my life except for that month or so he made ma drive me down to Battle Creek a couple days a week for something I don't remember why....hey ma, why was that? I don't remember. I didn't have Gingavitis, did I? No, I'm kidding. I don't have Gingavitis, I haven't had Gingavitis (to the best my knowledge) and even though I go by the name Gingavitis I dont think I will ever get Gingavitis.
Do any of you know why I call myself that?
Probably.
I'll tell you anyways.
When I was a little girl going to Olivet schools, someone called me Gingavitis because it's a good mix of my first and last name. I never let people know that them picking on me got to me, or as gma taught me they would keep it up. But I actually liked it a little cuz it was really funny, and tolerated it. Then I moved to Chartucky schools and nobody was clever enough there to think it up....ever......imagine that, everyone that ever heard my name in charlotte were only clever enough to think up "hah, are you Vital, Ginger?" or "hah, you must be related to dick Vyyytaaaaal" they were all too dumb to think up Gingavitis. I would tell them Gingavitis was a good one, they'd laugh, mutter "ginger vitale.....ginga-vitis...hah..." and walk away and forget it forever. But whatever......... my point is this: Gingavitis Gingavitis Gingavitis.... come on google, you are my friend!!!
Thank you all for dealing with my crazyness. And now for something completely different.
You may return to your regular broadcast.
GINGAVITIS
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Don't Forget the Bow Tie...
I shall rewind to my birthday, since I'm sure everyone wants to make sure I had a good one. This is the year I will be hearing "double deuce!" whenever I am asked my age. Ok...so on the morning of my birthday, we wanted to go do something. So we went bowling. After three horrible games (I never broke 100...) and a sore thumb--David had two sore fingers since he's left handed and used a right handed ball...
So we realized that there was one pool table by the bar. It was around 10 in the morning and some leagues had just gotten over. We have been searching for a perfect place to play pool and finally found it there. Nobody was in the area, nobody wanted to play pool, they were all there to bowl. So, we got to play against eachother. I won I think every game. I was doing great, he was like "you sure you aren't a shark and hid it all this time?" Yep...I can't say I learned to play well with the pool table in the basement at ma's...the rare times I got to use it Jessica and I would get in trouble because we'd end up grabbing the balls and throwing them at the other ones and they'd roll all over the place. I guess I have to say I learned to play more at Gpa S's. He taught us how to actually hold the stick right and also taught us how to bowl. I guess it makes sense why I am better at pool, there were two places for us to play for free always.
Anyways...came home, had some cheap champagne, (it wasn't even called champagne...) learned a really neat trick---
take a rasin. Pour a fresh ***fresh glass of champagne, drop rasin in.
What does it do? It goes down, then up, then down, then up...then down..then up...etc.
It was cool.
We had dinner with momma and Teresa and Al and Chris, and had ice cream and cake and gifts. A trademarked "UROCK"...picture frames...gift certificate to the "glazin in the sun" that Sharon works at. They have pottery and you go in and paint it and then they throw it in the kiln and you get it back in a week, it is real neat. I went there once, it took me three trips to finish painting it, if you are a regular reader you will remember I posted about it a couple months ago or so...it was a star thinggy.
She's always asking me to go but I never have any money, so I take it that's her way of demanding I go...because she doesn't get to have much fun time without the kids. Not that she doesn't have fun time with the kids. She needs some relaxing time.
I got a very fragrent something in the mail from someone...and though they mentioned their mother's garden was what it reminded them of...it reminded me of all those summers right around my birthday...the last few weeks of school Jessica and I would fix our hair just right, have a few barettes in our hair, go out a few minutes early for the bus and fix a rose in our hair for the day. One from the many rosebushes in the front yard that would grow like crazy. There were red, pink and white ones, and in the back there were orange ones but we weren't supposed to pick those, unfortunately. I wonder if that bush is doing ok...I know ma had planted grapes near it, I wonder if she ever got those to come up ok...I know she was having problems with them...
Well.
The Saturday before my birthday, which was the day before Neil's birthday...(remember he's a classic now...) I had gone into a place that needed kitchen help. He hired me. Unfortunately, I couldn't start until i filled out all the dumb paperwork which wouldn't be available until Monday some time when the manager of the place was in. I didn't want to work my birthday, I told him, so I started on Wednesday serving. Before you all go "yay for ging" let me just say this:
It sucks.
Let me explain the place...it is called "The Madison" and it is located in Sun City West. It is a senior apartment complex--let me re-itterate it...IT IS NOT A HOME or a CARE FACILITY. It is an apartment complex for old folks. There is a pool and laundry facilities and a game room and they play bingo and they have walkers and motorized wheelchairs but there are no CNAs or Caregivers. If they have a problem they call 911. They pay good money to live there (still wondering how good of money, havent figured it out yet) and they have a full kitchen and dining room with very fancy...I believe they called it on their website "3 star dining" where they have the chefs wearing the funny hats, the "chef" chef (executive chef) dressed in all white and the other chefs wearing black pants and those weird full white coats (poor guys, they must stink at the end of the night of sweat) and all the old folks (with an exception...)flock into the dining room that is super fancy with a paper menu with a few choices at their place. They sit down, fill them out, and us penguins (yes, we look ridiculous...I wanted to take a picture of the uniform on me but i am too embarassed...)come along and grab them and deal with their crap.
I am barely getting used to carrying the stuff around and remembering who came first and is waiting for me to come by so they can demand of me "what's for dessert"....I don't have any pockets in my apron, and the black pants I wear are pocketless also...so if I am not constantly carrying around my little piece of paper with all the deserts for the day on it, I have to say "oh uh...I am sorry I dont have my list for the night let me go get that...." and of course, when they want it it is all out.
Whatever.
Oh I guess I should explain the uniforms to you, huh? Hair: pulled completely back with nothing hanging down, must be up high enough to not touch the collar. Shirt: crisp, clean, STARCH WHITE (for those of you who know me know how painful it is for me to wear white...) full dress shirt. Stand up collar with a flap at the front that when buttened all the way up (which is how it is supposed to be) forms a W but there is nothing else there-no normal collar. It stands up. Black pants. Black shoes. After 60 days they buy you "shoes for crews" which are non slip good shoes. Until then I am torturing myself...I went to goodwill and went up and down through all the shoes, mind you this is the largest goodwill anywhere--I know, because david used to work at it...and anything that was black and would come anywhere near my size either had a heel or had absolutely nothing for grip on the bottom. Then I finally found some that have good tread--thank you ma for teaching me the most important part about shoes-- and I read the size.....
Size 6.
Err....um......let's just see if they fit.. .. .. .. .. ..yep. They do. Kinda tight...but amazingly they fit! How strange, since I wear 8.5's WIDE...(wide=nasty bunions) which yes I know, you all have huge feet compared to me, whatever...I always hated you Jessica and Randas because you could wear eachother's shoes but I was stuck wearing ma's klots. She never wore flip flops, so the only ones I ever got to wear were too small for J's gigantic feet of what were they...11?? And at that time I was only in size 7. Anyways...back to the uniform...
So cram shoes into shoes that in the first hour just feel a little tight, and by the end of it all I want to tear them off. Apron- after completing putting every damn button through every damn hole, put apron on--mine is pocketless unfortunately--it goes and covers from just above knees to chest and then forms a V and at the bottom of my neck and in front of that W on the shirt goes a BOWTIE. There's a belt loop thinggy at the back of the upright collar that it goes through, and yay, we have ourselves a black bowtie with a clasp.
Isn't it so nice?
I am so glad the apron covers most of the shirt. Oh, how I hate white. They are FULL dress shirts! I don't know how anyone keeps them clean! Today one of the ladies (don't even ask me how) got vanilla ice cream and chocolate on her bow tie and shirt.
So anyways...I have barely any hours, so don't say "yay"...and since it is paid for meals, there are no tips. We're still super broke. Thinking about being a delivery driver for hungry howies which is about 1/10th a mile away. Then i'd really need to fix the a/c.
That's all for now.
Ging
So we realized that there was one pool table by the bar. It was around 10 in the morning and some leagues had just gotten over. We have been searching for a perfect place to play pool and finally found it there. Nobody was in the area, nobody wanted to play pool, they were all there to bowl. So, we got to play against eachother. I won I think every game. I was doing great, he was like "you sure you aren't a shark and hid it all this time?" Yep...I can't say I learned to play well with the pool table in the basement at ma's...the rare times I got to use it Jessica and I would get in trouble because we'd end up grabbing the balls and throwing them at the other ones and they'd roll all over the place. I guess I have to say I learned to play more at Gpa S's. He taught us how to actually hold the stick right and also taught us how to bowl. I guess it makes sense why I am better at pool, there were two places for us to play for free always.
Anyways...came home, had some cheap champagne, (it wasn't even called champagne...) learned a really neat trick---
take a rasin. Pour a fresh ***fresh glass of champagne, drop rasin in.
What does it do? It goes down, then up, then down, then up...then down..then up...etc.
It was cool.
We had dinner with momma and Teresa and Al and Chris, and had ice cream and cake and gifts. A trademarked "UROCK"...picture frames...gift certificate to the "glazin in the sun" that Sharon works at. They have pottery and you go in and paint it and then they throw it in the kiln and you get it back in a week, it is real neat. I went there once, it took me three trips to finish painting it, if you are a regular reader you will remember I posted about it a couple months ago or so...it was a star thinggy.
She's always asking me to go but I never have any money, so I take it that's her way of demanding I go...because she doesn't get to have much fun time without the kids. Not that she doesn't have fun time with the kids. She needs some relaxing time.
I got a very fragrent something in the mail from someone...and though they mentioned their mother's garden was what it reminded them of...it reminded me of all those summers right around my birthday...the last few weeks of school Jessica and I would fix our hair just right, have a few barettes in our hair, go out a few minutes early for the bus and fix a rose in our hair for the day. One from the many rosebushes in the front yard that would grow like crazy. There were red, pink and white ones, and in the back there were orange ones but we weren't supposed to pick those, unfortunately. I wonder if that bush is doing ok...I know ma had planted grapes near it, I wonder if she ever got those to come up ok...I know she was having problems with them...
Well.
The Saturday before my birthday, which was the day before Neil's birthday...(remember he's a classic now...) I had gone into a place that needed kitchen help. He hired me. Unfortunately, I couldn't start until i filled out all the dumb paperwork which wouldn't be available until Monday some time when the manager of the place was in. I didn't want to work my birthday, I told him, so I started on Wednesday serving. Before you all go "yay for ging" let me just say this:
It sucks.
Let me explain the place...it is called "The Madison" and it is located in Sun City West. It is a senior apartment complex--let me re-itterate it...IT IS NOT A HOME or a CARE FACILITY. It is an apartment complex for old folks. There is a pool and laundry facilities and a game room and they play bingo and they have walkers and motorized wheelchairs but there are no CNAs or Caregivers. If they have a problem they call 911. They pay good money to live there (still wondering how good of money, havent figured it out yet) and they have a full kitchen and dining room with very fancy...I believe they called it on their website "3 star dining" where they have the chefs wearing the funny hats, the "chef" chef (executive chef) dressed in all white and the other chefs wearing black pants and those weird full white coats (poor guys, they must stink at the end of the night of sweat) and all the old folks (with an exception...)flock into the dining room that is super fancy with a paper menu with a few choices at their place. They sit down, fill them out, and us penguins (yes, we look ridiculous...I wanted to take a picture of the uniform on me but i am too embarassed...)come along and grab them and deal with their crap.
I am barely getting used to carrying the stuff around and remembering who came first and is waiting for me to come by so they can demand of me "what's for dessert"....I don't have any pockets in my apron, and the black pants I wear are pocketless also...so if I am not constantly carrying around my little piece of paper with all the deserts for the day on it, I have to say "oh uh...I am sorry I dont have my list for the night let me go get that...." and of course, when they want it it is all out.
Whatever.
Oh I guess I should explain the uniforms to you, huh? Hair: pulled completely back with nothing hanging down, must be up high enough to not touch the collar. Shirt: crisp, clean, STARCH WHITE (for those of you who know me know how painful it is for me to wear white...) full dress shirt. Stand up collar with a flap at the front that when buttened all the way up (which is how it is supposed to be) forms a W but there is nothing else there-no normal collar. It stands up. Black pants. Black shoes. After 60 days they buy you "shoes for crews" which are non slip good shoes. Until then I am torturing myself...I went to goodwill and went up and down through all the shoes, mind you this is the largest goodwill anywhere--I know, because david used to work at it...and anything that was black and would come anywhere near my size either had a heel or had absolutely nothing for grip on the bottom. Then I finally found some that have good tread--thank you ma for teaching me the most important part about shoes-- and I read the size.....
Size 6.
Err....um......let's just see if they fit.. .. .. .. .. ..yep. They do. Kinda tight...but amazingly they fit! How strange, since I wear 8.5's WIDE...(wide=nasty bunions) which yes I know, you all have huge feet compared to me, whatever...I always hated you Jessica and Randas because you could wear eachother's shoes but I was stuck wearing ma's klots. She never wore flip flops, so the only ones I ever got to wear were too small for J's gigantic feet of what were they...11?? And at that time I was only in size 7. Anyways...back to the uniform...
So cram shoes into shoes that in the first hour just feel a little tight, and by the end of it all I want to tear them off. Apron- after completing putting every damn button through every damn hole, put apron on--mine is pocketless unfortunately--it goes and covers from just above knees to chest and then forms a V and at the bottom of my neck and in front of that W on the shirt goes a BOWTIE. There's a belt loop thinggy at the back of the upright collar that it goes through, and yay, we have ourselves a black bowtie with a clasp.
Isn't it so nice?
I am so glad the apron covers most of the shirt. Oh, how I hate white. They are FULL dress shirts! I don't know how anyone keeps them clean! Today one of the ladies (don't even ask me how) got vanilla ice cream and chocolate on her bow tie and shirt.
So anyways...I have barely any hours, so don't say "yay"...and since it is paid for meals, there are no tips. We're still super broke. Thinking about being a delivery driver for hungry howies which is about 1/10th a mile away. Then i'd really need to fix the a/c.
That's all for now.
Ging
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Eventful gas hogging day
I had an interview at the harbor this morning. David has been reading to me 1984 since I am such a slow reader and have attempted to read it twice both failing. He is a fast reader and I really want to read it someday so he has been reading it to me. This morning it was picking up really fast. Then I had to get ready. Just as I was telling him I had to go and he was following me with the book we realized he could come with me. After all, it was a nice sight to see water when all you see most of the time is cactus' and rocks and tan colored buildings (they have building codes against anything that is not desert colored out here- you have to blend in)....So he reads to me some of the time--when we're not interupted by loud obnoxious semis that have a caution yellow sticker on the back of their truck that says "SUICIDE" with an arrow pointing to the right...then I pass him on the right just as I realize I need to turn left--and he has teeth painted on his grill and an alien peacing with his hand on the passenger door......I was horrified.
Anyways...
After I let him get way ahead of me and long gone, stay away from things labeled suicide, especially on a crazy road that demands of you at random to turn left lest you enter into a shopping plaza.....
Reading reading...driving...yay we make it but one section left of the book. I go down. I swear, I am losing my touch, cuz as soon as i got off the phone with the lady on Tuesday to set the interview, I forgot wether she said 11 or 11:30. So i showed up at 11. it was obviously 11:30 cuz i had to sit around for some time waiting for her to let me come in the office. Other than that the interview went great, position needs filled in a couple of weeks. I dont think I was prissy enough for them, but dont get me wrong, the interview went good.
We drove around to a new spot of the lake "Vista Point" that wasn't really a new spot, but just a very very vicious 5mph (the sign said, i went less) climb up a hill that led the Lincolin to an overlook to see the only few parts of the lake we'd already seen all in one view. We decide we'd go get a drink and munchies at the store and see about seeing the rest of this lake, since we can hardly see much of it at all from this harbor. *Note: we didn't have to pay for entrance because it was for an interview.*
We look at a sattalite map of it and see a road that goes around to the west side of the lake (we were at the "lake pleasant harbor" at the very south of the lake) and decide to drive up it for another view of it and maybe be allowed to chill by it for a bit.
We see a sign for it after going down the road 3 miles and then there is an enterance...with a guard...asking 5 bucks to get in. I really reminded myself of my grandpa when I was talking to the guy... "I don't suppose we can have a quick look around without paying..." Nope. 5 dollars. k. I am really low on gas. Where's the nearest gas station? Down on Lake Pleasant Rd. way back...I remember passing it like 10 miles or more ago...ok.
I u-turn out of there, sad, and continue on the road that went up the west side (the map in memory said so, but certainly didn't appear that way by all the mountains and turnings there were) and the road ended in two choices. Well, three if i wanted to demo my lovely car. Straight, a rock wall. Right, another enterance gate begging for money we were certain. After all, right was east and east supposedly was the lake (there were too many mountains to know for sure). We turned left. There were a few signs mentioning stuff about not entering without paying...but they were for if you left the road. It turned into red clay rock. There was a park post with a map. We got out and looked. The road continued, but of course, it had labeled all the docks there were and at each line (road) leading to the water there was a cash symbol...
YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO THE WATER WITHOUT PAYING!!!
We u-turned that dirt road and made it back down that dumb road. He tried to read more to me but he had to yell over the windows or we had to suffer in the hot car with windows up. We pulled over at our major junction of 74 and Lk Pleasant Rd. There was a nice large welcoming spot of dirt with tracks in it. I listened to the finale of my book, with a couple interruptions from the property owners next to where we parked....ground squirrels. They were so very tiny and were looking at us like prarie dogs!!! After watching them for 10 or so minutes a big one came running over-- we thought they looked tiny! They were the babies. We got out and threw a few doritos around their holes for them. After the finish of the book we headed towards town.
David had wanted to go to this park that is to the north for a while, and so we went on our way back. I was confused, since the name of it is Thunderbird Park yet is was north of Union Hills....we live right off of T-bird which is a few miles south of Union hills.... but whatever. We finally made it, after I was doubting its existance several times, and we acended the paved way up this hill. We got out at the end of it and instantly there were chipmunks EVERYWHERE!!! I have seen more chipmunks in that park today than I have ever seen in my life, ever even in michigan i have only seen like a few.....
Chipmunks, doves, lizards, this other ugly bird that i've seen too much of and dislike...(no it's not a pidgin!!!) we grabbed the doritos and started tossing. we made it around to a covered picnic table and sat down. there was a kfc dish that had water in it surrounded with peanut shells. obviously an expired offering to the locals. Except the water...we crushed some doritos around the area and sat down. Soon there was an ugly bird that came over, viciously breaking the chips with it's beak, then it went away and a dove came along. the dove was more elegant about eating the chips, it broke them in a less vicious manner. Then it went away and a nursing mother chipmunk came along and sniffed each of the million tiny pieces of dorito and nibbled once on one, got a long drink, and left with a big piece of dorito. We watched it go over to the other picnic tables and disappear, obviously the nest was there somewhere. The dove came back...left...then a chipmunk with a less fluffy tail came along and for some reason the tail told me it was a male. Sure enough, when he grabbed a chip, ran up the ledge, laid down on his belly with back paws out and ate the chip we could tell. He hung out a big longer eating several of the chips. I wanted to take him home...
We also saw a rabbit. It had very wide ears and was really scrawny and seemed very odd to me. Then again, I have a tiny yet fat rabbit that i'm used to. Either way I wanted to take him home also.
As for animals I am told are all around out here, I have still yet to see a scoripion, snake (other than the yellowish white one i ran over on the freeway today as it was crossing...like i cared...) and a road runner. David saw one once at AG while on a smoke break, he was with Mike and he said "wtf was that???" Mike was shocked he didn't know what it was, he laughed at him and was like "it's the state bird! Dont you know a road runner when you see one?" But the thing is, it was in town when he saw it! So yeah....still waiting to see those things that supposedly are deadly things that people encounter alot around here (excluding the roadrunner which is still supposedly everywhere)...................
Someone said the other day that cats are immune to scorpions...weird...
Oh and after the long eventful day that we had, I had been wishing the whole time that my camera hadn't been out of batteries...because i have no pics from the adventure. No batteries... lame.
That's it for now
Gingavitis
oh, and if i don't post for a while... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MON FRERE ON THE 18TH of May. He'll be a classic. Go Neil!
Anyways...
After I let him get way ahead of me and long gone, stay away from things labeled suicide, especially on a crazy road that demands of you at random to turn left lest you enter into a shopping plaza.....
Reading reading...driving...yay we make it but one section left of the book. I go down. I swear, I am losing my touch, cuz as soon as i got off the phone with the lady on Tuesday to set the interview, I forgot wether she said 11 or 11:30. So i showed up at 11. it was obviously 11:30 cuz i had to sit around for some time waiting for her to let me come in the office. Other than that the interview went great, position needs filled in a couple of weeks. I dont think I was prissy enough for them, but dont get me wrong, the interview went good.
We drove around to a new spot of the lake "Vista Point" that wasn't really a new spot, but just a very very vicious 5mph (the sign said, i went less) climb up a hill that led the Lincolin to an overlook to see the only few parts of the lake we'd already seen all in one view. We decide we'd go get a drink and munchies at the store and see about seeing the rest of this lake, since we can hardly see much of it at all from this harbor. *Note: we didn't have to pay for entrance because it was for an interview.*
We look at a sattalite map of it and see a road that goes around to the west side of the lake (we were at the "lake pleasant harbor" at the very south of the lake) and decide to drive up it for another view of it and maybe be allowed to chill by it for a bit.
We see a sign for it after going down the road 3 miles and then there is an enterance...with a guard...asking 5 bucks to get in. I really reminded myself of my grandpa when I was talking to the guy... "I don't suppose we can have a quick look around without paying..." Nope. 5 dollars. k. I am really low on gas. Where's the nearest gas station? Down on Lake Pleasant Rd. way back...I remember passing it like 10 miles or more ago...ok.
I u-turn out of there, sad, and continue on the road that went up the west side (the map in memory said so, but certainly didn't appear that way by all the mountains and turnings there were) and the road ended in two choices. Well, three if i wanted to demo my lovely car. Straight, a rock wall. Right, another enterance gate begging for money we were certain. After all, right was east and east supposedly was the lake (there were too many mountains to know for sure). We turned left. There were a few signs mentioning stuff about not entering without paying...but they were for if you left the road. It turned into red clay rock. There was a park post with a map. We got out and looked. The road continued, but of course, it had labeled all the docks there were and at each line (road) leading to the water there was a cash symbol...
YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO THE WATER WITHOUT PAYING!!!
We u-turned that dirt road and made it back down that dumb road. He tried to read more to me but he had to yell over the windows or we had to suffer in the hot car with windows up. We pulled over at our major junction of 74 and Lk Pleasant Rd. There was a nice large welcoming spot of dirt with tracks in it. I listened to the finale of my book, with a couple interruptions from the property owners next to where we parked....ground squirrels. They were so very tiny and were looking at us like prarie dogs!!! After watching them for 10 or so minutes a big one came running over-- we thought they looked tiny! They were the babies. We got out and threw a few doritos around their holes for them. After the finish of the book we headed towards town.
David had wanted to go to this park that is to the north for a while, and so we went on our way back. I was confused, since the name of it is Thunderbird Park yet is was north of Union Hills....we live right off of T-bird which is a few miles south of Union hills.... but whatever. We finally made it, after I was doubting its existance several times, and we acended the paved way up this hill. We got out at the end of it and instantly there were chipmunks EVERYWHERE!!! I have seen more chipmunks in that park today than I have ever seen in my life, ever even in michigan i have only seen like a few.....
Chipmunks, doves, lizards, this other ugly bird that i've seen too much of and dislike...(no it's not a pidgin!!!) we grabbed the doritos and started tossing. we made it around to a covered picnic table and sat down. there was a kfc dish that had water in it surrounded with peanut shells. obviously an expired offering to the locals. Except the water...we crushed some doritos around the area and sat down. Soon there was an ugly bird that came over, viciously breaking the chips with it's beak, then it went away and a dove came along. the dove was more elegant about eating the chips, it broke them in a less vicious manner. Then it went away and a nursing mother chipmunk came along and sniffed each of the million tiny pieces of dorito and nibbled once on one, got a long drink, and left with a big piece of dorito. We watched it go over to the other picnic tables and disappear, obviously the nest was there somewhere. The dove came back...left...then a chipmunk with a less fluffy tail came along and for some reason the tail told me it was a male. Sure enough, when he grabbed a chip, ran up the ledge, laid down on his belly with back paws out and ate the chip we could tell. He hung out a big longer eating several of the chips. I wanted to take him home...
We also saw a rabbit. It had very wide ears and was really scrawny and seemed very odd to me. Then again, I have a tiny yet fat rabbit that i'm used to. Either way I wanted to take him home also.
As for animals I am told are all around out here, I have still yet to see a scoripion, snake (other than the yellowish white one i ran over on the freeway today as it was crossing...like i cared...) and a road runner. David saw one once at AG while on a smoke break, he was with Mike and he said "wtf was that???" Mike was shocked he didn't know what it was, he laughed at him and was like "it's the state bird! Dont you know a road runner when you see one?" But the thing is, it was in town when he saw it! So yeah....still waiting to see those things that supposedly are deadly things that people encounter alot around here (excluding the roadrunner which is still supposedly everywhere)...................
Someone said the other day that cats are immune to scorpions...weird...
Oh and after the long eventful day that we had, I had been wishing the whole time that my camera hadn't been out of batteries...because i have no pics from the adventure. No batteries... lame.
That's it for now
Gingavitis
oh, and if i don't post for a while... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MON FRERE ON THE 18TH of May. He'll be a classic. Go Neil!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Fried
We were trying to do sales one day, when we went north. We'd never been that way. We pulled into a plaza just north of Honeywell (which later-today-we had an interview) to see if any of the small shops would need our services. They were so new they were vacant. Another building down there was a store, so we approached. We paused a moment in utter confusion, then shocked laughter at what we saw. That's right... it is a fast food place. Yeah. I couldn't believe it, I had to go inside just to believe that yes, it really was a fast food place, there was nothing but a big menu that I didn't dare even glance at for fear of more discust...I wanted something paper from there to prove to myself that it was true, but instead when I came back to the area today for David AND my interview at Honeywell we took the camera along. Oh, and yes, it looked like it could rain this morning and I was so happy, and then it did when we of course parked really far away at our interview.
That's all. Good day.
Gingavitis
Friday, May 09, 2008
Life's a.........then ya die............
Internet was down for a week. Too depressed and apartment too dirty to call it in. Fixed today (finally). Went to many interviews since we last spoke...nobody likes me. Talked to ma like three times on her birthday. She's a year older past old fart...15.
Aside from worthless gas-guzzling interviews (thought i was gonna say prices, didn't ya?) We borrowed this magical little black thing that looks like a laptop but plays better.....and we are three seasons into a MASH marathon. *Al was in the middle of season two so we borrowed 3-6...we're on season 5.* Maybe you'll be a bit more understanding of my humor, or lack there of since i'll never be funny...as I type I hear Hawkeye reading over my shoulder...
Also...remember a while back i made fudge? well, since i am so anti-social and david barely eats sweets, i still have a bit left. and the last few days i feel horrible. Dizzy, naucious, and my heart is beating out of my chest while my body begs for rest. Look at me, all that candy I used to eat so well, it has gone a step past coming out through the pores in my face, now i think i'm having mild heart attacks from having three nibbles of fudge...and headaches that don't go away overnight (why do you think i like to sleep so much? they go away once i wake back up normally.)
Oh also...i cut my BUNION open on a piece of glass...a broken Martinelli bottle to be exact... what a horrible place for a foot wound, not only do i put all my weight on the point because my big toe isn't where it belongs and is disobeying it's orders (thank you hawkeye) but it hurt before i cut it.
So on a brighter side, my afgan has a few more squares and i have ten sprouts now.....thats it for the good stuff.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention!!! Remember how we were to receive our backpay with the final check? Hah.
OSHA paid a visit the day before we got our checks. We weren't allowed in the building, and were told we'd get kicked out of the bar too and to not go over. We only wanted to say hi to the master printer. He was very upset...by the way he was acting it would appear that he's not allowed to print without the safety system being fixed on his press. Oh, and also...we yelled into the door for MB to know we'll see her in court. They tried to scare us by saying the DOL is waiting for us. Hah, they still think they are right. They are wrong. They made a big mistake. They've messed with people so long they forgot how to be careful...they'll have so much stuff that i don't dare even go into it too much, as who knows could be reading. Watch, you'll see. They'll be miserable that they messed with us, they represent the man.
Aside from worthless gas-guzzling interviews (thought i was gonna say prices, didn't ya?) We borrowed this magical little black thing that looks like a laptop but plays better.....and we are three seasons into a MASH marathon. *Al was in the middle of season two so we borrowed 3-6...we're on season 5.* Maybe you'll be a bit more understanding of my humor, or lack there of since i'll never be funny...as I type I hear Hawkeye reading over my shoulder...
Also...remember a while back i made fudge? well, since i am so anti-social and david barely eats sweets, i still have a bit left. and the last few days i feel horrible. Dizzy, naucious, and my heart is beating out of my chest while my body begs for rest. Look at me, all that candy I used to eat so well, it has gone a step past coming out through the pores in my face, now i think i'm having mild heart attacks from having three nibbles of fudge...and headaches that don't go away overnight (why do you think i like to sleep so much? they go away once i wake back up normally.)
Oh also...i cut my BUNION open on a piece of glass...a broken Martinelli bottle to be exact... what a horrible place for a foot wound, not only do i put all my weight on the point because my big toe isn't where it belongs and is disobeying it's orders (thank you hawkeye) but it hurt before i cut it.
So on a brighter side, my afgan has a few more squares and i have ten sprouts now.....thats it for the good stuff.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention!!! Remember how we were to receive our backpay with the final check? Hah.
OSHA paid a visit the day before we got our checks. We weren't allowed in the building, and were told we'd get kicked out of the bar too and to not go over. We only wanted to say hi to the master printer. He was very upset...by the way he was acting it would appear that he's not allowed to print without the safety system being fixed on his press. Oh, and also...we yelled into the door for MB to know we'll see her in court. They tried to scare us by saying the DOL is waiting for us. Hah, they still think they are right. They are wrong. They made a big mistake. They've messed with people so long they forgot how to be careful...they'll have so much stuff that i don't dare even go into it too much, as who knows could be reading. Watch, you'll see. They'll be miserable that they messed with us, they represent the man.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Seedlings!
Yay, I have seedlings!!
We planted seeds in starter thinggys... they didn't come up. We put seeds in damp paper towel...they started a bit and we pulled them and threw them in the starter thinggys.....they didn't come up. We kept watering the other seeds (about 20 or so cuz we were so mad we couldn't get any to start) and finally just took the paper towels and put them an inch under the soil.
After about 2 freaking weeks of watering them every day and wondering "hm...must be this desert..." i get one up! Then two, three this morning! Now, at 6:30 pm there are 6!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately probably all the same thing. This gives me hope in the other seeds now, since I thouht they were never going to come up. Maybe they will...
I think what we have sprouting is parsley, but not sure any more. We also planted broccholi and basil. (think fat rabbit *except basil*) or as we were taught to call it at Camp Chief Noonday..."pudgy bunny"...
mighty glad yer here...
Something that is doing MUCH better is bell peppers. We planted four but the first seedling lost a leaf and died. We planted another one in it's place but...dont know where it is. Mind you, we planted all of these at the same time (or tried to).
In Cali we tossed seeds on the ground and there were hundreds (parsley) in three days. Unfortunately, Doobie devoured every sprout he could when we were blinking, and they never got much bigger than an inch before they met the reaper...
Anyways, still hunting, technically we kinda got a job but we don't want it... sales. For the other store... :D
D has an interview on Wednesday, the guy seems to be desperate for David so I think that might be a winner. Who knows though...
Gingavitis
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Cops
So last night we were at his momma's house visiting, when I see blue and red lights flashing outside. I stand up and sneak to the door and say oooh..... and take a step onto the patio. There's more than one! They are rushing out of their car...sit back down low... then Al gets up and just walks on outside and carelessly observes them. So we both do the same. Then we see there are five shiny new Dodge Charger police cars and I counted about 8 cops that I could see at one time. They are wandering around the apartment on the very end, shining their mags about in the side yard.
Then another cop car comes flying up and immediately a cop hops out, he's holding a high powered rifle and we hear "chuck-chuck!" from the gun. He starts to sprint, yells at the woman with her puppy to get inside her house (doesn't yell at us three heads on the patio) and continues his sprint. Moments later a fat cop and an undercover come walking up from who knows where. Then they scatter.
Unfortunately, about 10 minutes of waiting, and they come back empty handed and leave (except one). It was disappointing.
Then another cop car comes flying up and immediately a cop hops out, he's holding a high powered rifle and we hear "chuck-chuck!" from the gun. He starts to sprint, yells at the woman with her puppy to get inside her house (doesn't yell at us three heads on the patio) and continues his sprint. Moments later a fat cop and an undercover come walking up from who knows where. Then they scatter.
Unfortunately, about 10 minutes of waiting, and they come back empty handed and leave (except one). It was disappointing.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Stop The SLAVERY!!
Tuesday the 22nd, I couldn't stand being a slave anymore.
I talked back (nicely, I mind you) to the old bug-eyed slave driver and told her what I was going to do whether she liked it or not. She followed me around as I gathered my things and continued to nag. I continued to hold back the desire to knock her over and break her hip, and said just the right words to really drive her nuts. Ah, no more bug-eyes constantly following me and wondering about my every move.
Maybe I'm so used to the creepy bug-eyes that I seem to think this dog's eyes aren't buggy enough... but I think you get the point. Protruding farther out of her skull than even a Boston Terrier's eyes, yet just as weird looking from head on because they're so far apart, they are always bloodshot.
We have also figured out the numbers of what they weren't paying us, and up until we quit they hadn't figured them yet. I doubt they are correct, they wouldn't share with us what they were. But if they are incorrect then we will be seeing them again. We'll find out in two weeks when we get that paycheck. We will also probably be taking up all the issues they have and pointing them out to the proper people... forcing employees to lie, hazardous equiptment (everywhere there) and maybe if we're bored discrimination too...
So for now, lots of resumes, few interviews. As long as they aren't anything like this racist b* who thinks the south won, I don't think i'll have a problem.
Gingavitis
(ps...she still think's it's ok to have slaves, and yes she's racist, and also color blind, therefore she thinks everyone is her slave.)
I talked back (nicely, I mind you) to the old bug-eyed slave driver and told her what I was going to do whether she liked it or not. She followed me around as I gathered my things and continued to nag. I continued to hold back the desire to knock her over and break her hip, and said just the right words to really drive her nuts. Ah, no more bug-eyes constantly following me and wondering about my every move.
Maybe I'm so used to the creepy bug-eyes that I seem to think this dog's eyes aren't buggy enough... but I think you get the point. Protruding farther out of her skull than even a Boston Terrier's eyes, yet just as weird looking from head on because they're so far apart, they are always bloodshot.
We have also figured out the numbers of what they weren't paying us, and up until we quit they hadn't figured them yet. I doubt they are correct, they wouldn't share with us what they were. But if they are incorrect then we will be seeing them again. We'll find out in two weeks when we get that paycheck. We will also probably be taking up all the issues they have and pointing them out to the proper people... forcing employees to lie, hazardous equiptment (everywhere there) and maybe if we're bored discrimination too...
So for now, lots of resumes, few interviews. As long as they aren't anything like this racist b* who thinks the south won, I don't think i'll have a problem.
Gingavitis
(ps...she still think's it's ok to have slaves, and yes she's racist, and also color blind, therefore she thinks everyone is her slave.)
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Gary Busey Says...
The horrible things that happen working next to a bar...
K... so we were trying to leave work for the day. Our co-worker asks if we are going to go over there. No. Get to the car, David decides to take the trash out of the car. Next thing I know, he is waving me over to everyone smoking. I get there and he says "i didn't mean to...i was just taking out the trash..." Gary Busey and his friends bought us a pitcher. He also said we had to get the trivia question..."what kitchen item was invented in 1905?"
We are all hollering out items, none match...i'm talking to Gary Busey and suddenly Donna Jean (owner of bar) is pointing at David and saying yes!! He won the 25 cent drink! PRESSURE COOKER!!
So down to the point...we were there two hours all cuz of Gary Busey. He asked how my wrists were doing, (we talked before about it) he thinks i should stop wearing the braces and just strech them and go to the doctor. That's what Gary Busey said.
As for this guy that i've been telling everyone about who looks like Alan Jackson..... this is my only picture of him.
K... so we were trying to leave work for the day. Our co-worker asks if we are going to go over there. No. Get to the car, David decides to take the trash out of the car. Next thing I know, he is waving me over to everyone smoking. I get there and he says "i didn't mean to...i was just taking out the trash..." Gary Busey and his friends bought us a pitcher. He also said we had to get the trivia question..."what kitchen item was invented in 1905?"
We are all hollering out items, none match...i'm talking to Gary Busey and suddenly Donna Jean (owner of bar) is pointing at David and saying yes!! He won the 25 cent drink! PRESSURE COOKER!!
So down to the point...we were there two hours all cuz of Gary Busey. He asked how my wrists were doing, (we talked before about it) he thinks i should stop wearing the braces and just strech them and go to the doctor. That's what Gary Busey said.
As for this guy that i've been telling everyone about who looks like Alan Jackson..... this is my only picture of him.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Blender Renders
On top of all the drama, I have been blending a scene to be lovely... mostly cuz i want to have a real complex one on file so people realize that yes, i can do that crap it is just real painful. I have been working on this one since i think friday... today is sunday.
Yes indeed... i am still working on it now, but i thought i'd show some of it since i am constantly thinking about it and what else i need to add... even though i have to add it very slowly on account of low ram..... donations accepted :D
it has taken on average about 15 minutes for each render. not too bad. i was thinking about adding a window looking outside... but that would probably add like one hour if i were to make outside, so i haven't dared yet. Anything to get my mind off of the horrors of real life...
Yes indeed... i am still working on it now, but i thought i'd show some of it since i am constantly thinking about it and what else i need to add... even though i have to add it very slowly on account of low ram..... donations accepted :D
it has taken on average about 15 minutes for each render. not too bad. i was thinking about adding a window looking outside... but that would probably add like one hour if i were to make outside, so i haven't dared yet. Anything to get my mind off of the horrors of real life...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Lake Pleasant, AZ
Ok, apparantly the largest lake in AZ (I laughed when i saw it...) and NOTHING NORMAL grows by the water... really lame. I was told it'd be a great sight, and believe me, it was awesome for someone who hadn't seen a body of water (other than a man made "creek" surrounded in cement) since August when I left Cali... i wanted to cry when i saw the water, i missed it so much.
But, of course, i still thought it was real lame that there was nothing but cactus' growing near the water. CACTUS'!!!!! They are neat but there are too many of them and not enough trees.... MAYBE I'M DEPRIVED OF AIR from not having enough trees around me and that's why i'm cynical but damn it i miss trees i miss water!!!!!!! Look at the pictures, NO TREES!!! (except the tree that i call "the green tree" which only grows up to be a large shrub which is all around here...the bark is green...)
But, of course, i still thought it was real lame that there was nothing but cactus' growing near the water. CACTUS'!!!!! They are neat but there are too many of them and not enough trees.... MAYBE I'M DEPRIVED OF AIR from not having enough trees around me and that's why i'm cynical but damn it i miss trees i miss water!!!!!!! Look at the pictures, NO TREES!!! (except the tree that i call "the green tree" which only grows up to be a large shrub which is all around here...the bark is green...)
Monday, April 07, 2008
Clean Fishbowl
Also something I forgot today...... I meant to call my mother and have her rant about how to properly change the water in a fishtank... and then if she was not convincing enough, call MLS' mother to re-itterate the issue. I of course, forgot. I've been saying "i forgot" for so long that everyone knows it's just a random piece of this puzzle we call Ginger Marrie... and you're all sick of it. Especially you, thou whoest ranks highest on the unspeakable list that only a brother can envision. I cannot believe I went that far... hah! You know who you are...
Anyways... you are supposed to put the fishie in a bowl with the dirty water and start giving it clean water in the bowl and once the tank is clean slowly usher it from the dirty water into the clean water... so it doesnt go into shock and randomly die or fly out of the tank like some fishies do... so sad when that happens and you're not there to save the fishies..... guess that speech will have to wait... until then i hear ma complaining about the mailman in the back of my head...
Anyways... you are supposed to put the fishie in a bowl with the dirty water and start giving it clean water in the bowl and once the tank is clean slowly usher it from the dirty water into the clean water... so it doesnt go into shock and randomly die or fly out of the tank like some fishies do... so sad when that happens and you're not there to save the fishies..... guess that speech will have to wait... until then i hear ma complaining about the mailman in the back of my head...
Tales of True Horror of A No Good Tale-Teller...
I cannot claim this exccentric tale to be my own, however I am here to highly emphasize the details that were seemingly overlooked by the main character in entertaining it's readers. I shant be so to the point. There are times, but I'm never very good at that. It shall be told as my own.
Driving down an icy road, a car pulls out in front of me without consideration of the ice. They are barely (if at all) gaining speed, as I am having trouble losing speed, and therefore rear end them. My hood bent slightly, i pull off into the parking lot as they choose to stay in the road.
As we are discussing the facts, I have this strange sense to look over my shoulder, and as I do I witness almost an exact repeat of my incidence: realizing the hazard and because of the ice, the driver unable to avoid the same car, this time unoccupied and not moving at all, is again rear ended, and dramatically moving across the road and blocking the path of another on-coming driver. This third person swerves to miss it and slides into a fencepost off the road.
A cop drives by and lets us all know someone will be there to help shortly, and that we are out of his jurisdiction. He then continues down the road partways and pulls someone over. Someone else comes along and rear ends the cop car! All around, a worthy story of being elaborated on, especially to demonstrate the town's poor actions of cops (we waited for an hour and a half before the correct cops came).
I do ask the original character to be so bold as to tell the story right, as I am certain I have something out of place.
As for Ginger stories...I don't really have much to say about myself. We are attempting to grow veggies but I think they are burning in the sun here. I heard from a close friend that they are doing much better than we all anticipated, and also that another friend and their family are choosing the correct pathways of escaping sure disaster that is the black hole of which many are so blind to.
Have I mentioned how miserably painful getting old is? I know... shut up, you are young. David has been very miserable for a very long time, he has gone through more hell than most his age. I, even though I tend to complain an awful lot, (one of the only things i inherited from my mother's genes, her irritatingly constant desire to protest/hate anything she lays an eye on that drives many up the wall...) where was i... oh yes, me, complaining... my wrists hurt!!! I was finally thinking it was just a passing thing and was going away when i touched my wrist down on the counter and it sent this awful pain that brought a welling of tears to my eyes. I was reminded of what they taught us in animal science class, about chicks having hollow fragile tubes as legs that strengthen with age... i felt like i had baby chicken legs for arms that were breaking...
as for David, he just recently worsened his knee problem. He took two days off work, has been using a knee brace for a few days, and has a click.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
If you give a rabbit a box of dirt, he will frantically dig and dig and poke his head down into the dirt like an ostrich... and dig and dig until he sees the spilt dirt on the concrete and then he will dig at the concrete... which is good for his nails... it was a great moment for him and a humoring one for us.
And of course, please remember to sit up straight.
Bonsoir. ~G
Driving down an icy road, a car pulls out in front of me without consideration of the ice. They are barely (if at all) gaining speed, as I am having trouble losing speed, and therefore rear end them. My hood bent slightly, i pull off into the parking lot as they choose to stay in the road.
As we are discussing the facts, I have this strange sense to look over my shoulder, and as I do I witness almost an exact repeat of my incidence: realizing the hazard and because of the ice, the driver unable to avoid the same car, this time unoccupied and not moving at all, is again rear ended, and dramatically moving across the road and blocking the path of another on-coming driver. This third person swerves to miss it and slides into a fencepost off the road.
A cop drives by and lets us all know someone will be there to help shortly, and that we are out of his jurisdiction. He then continues down the road partways and pulls someone over. Someone else comes along and rear ends the cop car! All around, a worthy story of being elaborated on, especially to demonstrate the town's poor actions of cops (we waited for an hour and a half before the correct cops came).
I do ask the original character to be so bold as to tell the story right, as I am certain I have something out of place.
As for Ginger stories...I don't really have much to say about myself. We are attempting to grow veggies but I think they are burning in the sun here. I heard from a close friend that they are doing much better than we all anticipated, and also that another friend and their family are choosing the correct pathways of escaping sure disaster that is the black hole of which many are so blind to.
Have I mentioned how miserably painful getting old is? I know... shut up, you are young. David has been very miserable for a very long time, he has gone through more hell than most his age. I, even though I tend to complain an awful lot, (one of the only things i inherited from my mother's genes, her irritatingly constant desire to protest/hate anything she lays an eye on that drives many up the wall...) where was i... oh yes, me, complaining... my wrists hurt!!! I was finally thinking it was just a passing thing and was going away when i touched my wrist down on the counter and it sent this awful pain that brought a welling of tears to my eyes. I was reminded of what they taught us in animal science class, about chicks having hollow fragile tubes as legs that strengthen with age... i felt like i had baby chicken legs for arms that were breaking...
as for David, he just recently worsened his knee problem. He took two days off work, has been using a knee brace for a few days, and has a click.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
If you give a rabbit a box of dirt, he will frantically dig and dig and poke his head down into the dirt like an ostrich... and dig and dig until he sees the spilt dirt on the concrete and then he will dig at the concrete... which is good for his nails... it was a great moment for him and a humoring one for us.
And of course, please remember to sit up straight.
Bonsoir. ~G
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Have I fallen off the face of the earth? Not yet...
Ok, so I am going to re-itterate what Lindsey always told me. Bite your tounge at the idiots, let them be idiots. You will go farther... Yes yes... I work for idiots. Something was missing. We were really busy and it wasn't the important issue at hand... and the two drama queens (that were there, there are four)(and one that was there was the boss) ran around for at LEAST an hour searching for it instead of working on the huge job that was due that day and needed everyone's help.
I said once and then just shut up...rewind the camera, watch where she put it... check on it while you work since its obviously is gone. whine whine, it takes too long to rewind, whine whine... just do it and shut up... but no. They would rather freak out and bitch about it than think about the best way to do it and follow through the most productive way they can. I shut up and kept working. They eventually gave up looking for it after around an hour and a half (seriously) and rewound the tape.
There are so many things that could be done to that shop that could make it so much better, on everyone, and more productive because you don't have to be a dramaqueen about anything, just do it... but we've tried to fix a few things and we got yelled at it for it.
So... when we leave we are taking the free programs that we installed with us. The programs that allow us to print autocad files for customers without autocad, amungst other things. Nobody will know how to operate fully the large laminator, because people are so dumb and don't care to know how to operate the machinery that they own, or make payments on (or the blueprint machine...or the docutech...)
They bitch to me about business being slow, i try to care but it's hard since they won't let us fix anything, even the small shit that would make sense... anyways... enough ranting. i am going back to reading now. Reading the da vinci code for the second time. got a library card last sunday, on our only day off. if i had more days off i could go to the library more or go for a drive or...so many things...sleep... but then again i don't make any money in the first place, so i will thus continue to wear wrist braces every night and wish the bruises on my wrists would go away and stop hurting...and david will continue to suffer with all his pains and narcalepsy instead of having a magic doctor wash them all away and everything be wonderful and go live in california and a;lsdkjf the long list goes on. some day, i won't be broken anymore. but for now, i deteriorate and feel pitiful. Bonsoir.
Gingavitis
I said once and then just shut up...rewind the camera, watch where she put it... check on it while you work since its obviously is gone. whine whine, it takes too long to rewind, whine whine... just do it and shut up... but no. They would rather freak out and bitch about it than think about the best way to do it and follow through the most productive way they can. I shut up and kept working. They eventually gave up looking for it after around an hour and a half (seriously) and rewound the tape.
There are so many things that could be done to that shop that could make it so much better, on everyone, and more productive because you don't have to be a dramaqueen about anything, just do it... but we've tried to fix a few things and we got yelled at it for it.
So... when we leave we are taking the free programs that we installed with us. The programs that allow us to print autocad files for customers without autocad, amungst other things. Nobody will know how to operate fully the large laminator, because people are so dumb and don't care to know how to operate the machinery that they own, or make payments on (or the blueprint machine...or the docutech...)
They bitch to me about business being slow, i try to care but it's hard since they won't let us fix anything, even the small shit that would make sense... anyways... enough ranting. i am going back to reading now. Reading the da vinci code for the second time. got a library card last sunday, on our only day off. if i had more days off i could go to the library more or go for a drive or...so many things...sleep... but then again i don't make any money in the first place, so i will thus continue to wear wrist braces every night and wish the bruises on my wrists would go away and stop hurting...and david will continue to suffer with all his pains and narcalepsy instead of having a magic doctor wash them all away and everything be wonderful and go live in california and a;lsdkjf the long list goes on. some day, i won't be broken anymore. but for now, i deteriorate and feel pitiful. Bonsoir.
Gingavitis
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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