...Susie is doing her taxes today....
♥ I have been reading Harvey's blog since he entered the New Blog Showcase in 2 B.W. (Before Wonkette).
♥ I am desperately jealous of all the attention he lavishes on his blog children
♥ I love the color blue
♥ I hate meeting people I don't know, but bloggers are never people you don't know
♥ I love men in kilts, and tartans always remind me of kilts
♥ I didn't have anything else to post about today, and this seemed like an excellent way to get the date filled in on my blog calendar
There is no greater cure for misery than hard work.
Unless work is causing the misery, in which case beer, and lots of it, is the greatest cure....
Not that I believe in astrology or anything, but I usually read my horoscope every day. Sometimes it's way out there, but occasionally it seems to be on the mark. For the last three days, for instance, it's been saying things like *don't do anything rash*, *look before you leap*, and *now's not the time to be making important financial decisions*. This is interesting because the owner decided to make all his managers work a new schedule and it came over the fax on Tuesday. I am supposed to work 1pm to midnight Friday, 11am to 11pm on Saturday, and 11am to 6 pm on Sunday, as well as 4 to 10 on Monday and Wednesday. This would mean open/close/open/close/open (though why on earth he thinks he needs both me AND an Assistant on Saturday for 2 hours after the last set starts I don't know--I guess we are supposed to sit in the office and look at each other!) on the weekend.
Currently, my Assistant closes on Friday and opens on Saturday, and I open on Friday, close on Saturday and open/close on Sunday. It's been that way for three years, and seems equitable, even though I'm pretty useless on Sundays. Now they want me to be useless on Saturdays as well!
The fax with the new schedule said to call with any questions, and my Assistant said she wanted to ask "What the f*** were you thinking???". I have a couple of questions as well, but they boil down to "Are you trying to make us quit?" I haven't called to ask that, though, because of my horoscope. I quit my last job without anything else on the horizon, and it was a pretty tough couple of months.
I am too old for this stuff. At my age (um--23, yeah that's the ticket) it takes awhile for various body parts to stop aching after a 10 hour day of running up and down the stairs threading projectors and starting movies, and back-to-back that's going to be agony (especially since I have arthritis in my knees and no insurance with this job).
I also have a very large and very close family, which throws its almost constant birthday/anniversary/whatever parties on the weekends (since they all work in "normal" jobs). Previously I had Saturdays until 6 to attend. What are the chances that they'll schedule all family celebrations on Tuesday afternoons from now on?
I'm waiting to call my boss with my "questions" until I'm not spitting nails anymore, but every time I think about talking to him my brain shuts down in a red haze. I need calm, coherent arguments, not enraged sputtering, if I'm going to get anywhere changing their minds about reasonable working hours for a mumble-mumble-year-old woman with bad knees...
UPDATE 8pm: My boss called my Assistant Manager and told her to disregard the new schedule. I guess we weren't the only ones unhappy with it. Of course, the last two days of emotional turmoil still counts against them--and they owe me half a jar of Rolaids, too!
You will lighten another's heart.
Hmm...by stealing an aorta or two?
Work is very frustrating. My boss has given me a turnip and told me he wants two pints of blood out of it by Thursday. The owner had wanted three pints, but my boss eventually was able to persuade the owner that turnips don't actually produce blood, so asking for three pints was unreasonable...
Er, did it to me...Yes, he tagged me, and not in a nice way. It's the dreaded Four Things, and today's victim is yours truly.
Let's get this over with, shall we?
Four Jobs I've Had in My Life:
Four Movies (only four?) I Could Watch Over and Over, and Have:
Four Places I Have Lived:
Four TV Shows I used to Love to Watch back when I watched television:
Four Places I Have Been on Vacation:
Four Websites I Visit Daily:
Four Favorite Foods:
Four Places I Would Rather Be Right Now:
Four One People Person I Am Tagging With This Meme:
This is a time for caution, but not for fear.
Whew! I misread it! Because there's always a time for beer....
Well, I had every intention of blogging this morning, but the Pepsi people called and I had to go let the driver into the theater. My mom needed to go to the grocery, and since she doesn't drive and there's a supermarket right next to theater I dropped her off to pick up a few things.
My mother has never been very good with city geography. I think because she has never driven herself, she has never bothered to pay attention to what places are where--especially in relation to other places. My siblings and I joke that you can start off the day with plans for a quick trip to run Mom up to Walgreen's, and by afternoon you've got a couple hundred miles on your car, and she's saying "Now, if it's not too much trouble, could we just swing by the airport--this is REALLY the last stop" when you had already been right next to the airport four stops earlier, and were currently 20 miles away on the exact opposite side of the city in rush hour traffic.
That explains why I spent my afternoon sitting in one of the few remaining license bureau branches: mom's state ID card was expired, and she needed a new one.
A few months back I remarked on Indiana's plan to "improve customer service" by closing some license branches. The plan has obviously taken effect, as service has improved to the point where we waited 2 hours and 10 minutes for our turn, when previously our wait would have been only 20 minutes or so. They've changed a couple of other things to increase their efficiency, too. Formerly, there were separate stations for different transactions--license lines, plate lines, title lines, etc.--and some of the lines got through their customers faster than others. Now ALL the lines provide customers with the equal opportunity to be behind the man who needed titles and plates for ten trucks and trailers...
I suppose the trade off here is that those of us who sat for over 2 hours for our five minutes of governmental attention shortened the wait time for the ones who needed three hours of it (seriously, the man with the fleet of trucks was in the midst of his business when we sat down to wait and was still being helped 130 minutes later when we left, although by that time there were now two clerks and a supervisor puzzling over the computer screen..), but I really think they should have kept the *now serving number 12,956* system because it was very frustrating not knowing how many people there were in front of us (it turns out it was ALL of them).
I just finished Terry Pratchett's Small Gods, and it's the best I've read so far. He's the only writer I've ever read who can skewer politics, religion, and philosophy in once sentence. I'm very grateful I gave that book to myself for my birthday....
Yay! It is once again time to rejoice in the fact that today marks the anniversary of my birth! In my honor, most banks and government offices will be closed today. You can, however, go see a movie...
One definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior, expecting a different result.
The governor of Indiana has decided that increasing the tax on cigarettes will reduce teenage smoking. Hmmm...how many times have we heard this one? And how successful has it been so far? Not too, according to all the headlines.
My observation has been that teenagers have more disposable income than any other age group. In addition, my experience has been that many teenagers have little or no reservations about either shoplifting or dipping into the till at work. Of all the age groups possibly affected by an increase in tobacco taxes, teenagers will be, as usual, the least deterred from smoking.
The hardest hit will be the folks on fixed incomes--like my mom, who is 75 years old and has been smoking for over 50 years. She won't quit, because she enjoys it, it's a hard habit to break, and she has heard of too many ex-smokers who have died of lung cancer (like Peter Jennings, who quit smoking 40 years before he developed it). Mom will just pay the higher price for her Pall Mall non-filters, with the consequence of having less money for luxuries like food.
What non-smokers don't understand is that most hard-core addicted smokers, if given a $5 bill and the choice between a pack of their favorite brand or lunch, are going to buy the cigarettes. Believe it or not, a cigarette can assuage a craving for food, but food usually increases a craving for a cigarette.
Of course, mom's health might deteriorate from malnutrition--but I'm sure the anti-smoking forces will attribute that to smoking, rather than the tax on smoking that forced her to give up bananas and lettuce.
Not only does it appear that Indiana has elected a tax-and-spend Republican to the Governorship, but an insane one as well...
I have a new author to add to the list of Leftist Wackos I Won't be Reading Any More: T.J. MacGregor.
She joins Marcia Muller for a paragraph out of nowhere in the novel Category Five. Granted, there's a lot of government-conspiracy-to-hide-the-true-death -and-destruction-from-hurricane-Andrew in the book (apparently
hundreds thousands of bodies were spirited away by the government in Burger King trucks), but it was the left-field tirade against the war in Iraq that was used to exemplify the evilness of one of the book's "bad guys" that outraged me. To wit:
...Dillard's corruption was the human face of American Imperialism. He'd been cut from the same cloth as the people who had invaded a sovereign nation for greed and profit, who claimed to know nothing of torture in Iraqi prisons, who waged a religious war against Muslim counties that might last as long as the Crusades, and who had plunged the country into a debt so massive that Annie's grandchildren would still be paying it off. Dillard, a lifer bureaucrat, symbolized the greedy, beating heart of darkness that had infected the country since the theft of the 2000 election.
A little judiciuos editing could have fixed it right up--
...Dillard's corruption was the human face of Socialism and Fascist Imperialism. He'd been cut from the same cloth as Sadaam Hussein, who had invaded a sovereign nation for greed and profit and who claimed to know nothing of torture in Iraqi prisons, Wahhabists who waged a religious war against non-Muslim counties that might last as long as the Crusades, and Tax-and-Spend Democrats who had plunged the country into a debt so massive that Annie's grandchildren would still be paying it off by perpetuating the socialism instituted under FDR and expanded under LBJ. Dillard, a lifer bureaucrat, symbolized the greedy, beating heart of darkness that had infected the country since the theft of the 1960 election.
I feel better now....
Have I mentioned I've been reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld series? The books are hilarious.
I always love it when I find a new author I like that already has 30 or so books under his (or her) belt, because it gives me something to read while waiting for the next Robert B. Parker novel. That's the downside of being able to read a book in a day or two--novels never seem to get published as fast as I can read them.
I've got a head cold, which is making me feel all whiny and petulant. I think I'm having a mid-life crisis, too. Menopause and osteoporosis are just around the next decade or two, and I've never been to Hawaii. I do, however, know what Moo Goo Gai Pan is, so I guess with age comes food, rather than travel.
You have at your command the wisdom of the ages.
That reminds me--I have library books that are overdue....
I'm sure the fact that the anniversary of my birth is fast approaching has nothing to do with my mental malaise. I mean, 23 has been a good age all these years, so there's no reason why turning it a again should depress me, is there?
Maybe I'll turn 17 this time, just for a change...
I guess I should have kissed a stranger or worn red underwear or eaten ham hocks and sauerkraut on New Year's Day, because the year is starting off crappy already!
Yesterday at work the owner stopped in for a surprise visit. His philosophy of management is "Always find three things wrong." Seriously. He's told my boss that. I was already having a bad day because one of my Assistant Managers is a hairs-breadth from getting his ass fired, and the newly hired cleaner no called/no showed her first day (which means starting all over again because she had been the only half-way decent candidate I interviewed). After the owner had sowed confusion, hysteria and chaos and went on his merry way to terrorize the next theater in his chain, the platter for projector 2 started shooting sparks and tripped the breaker. The repairman can't make it until Wednesday, so we can't show two of our movies until then. I haven't been so glad to have a day off since my last one!
Silly me. I had a dozen Alliance aps to "approve" (meaning, I check the blog for our logo and a fake Evil Glenn quote, and then add them to three blogrolls). Three--only 3!--got admitted! The other 75% either didn't have the prerequisites, or neglected to supply a URL, or the URL they gave wasn't valid, or some other ridiculous thing that I've blocked out...
I'm off to Icewind Dale to hack monsters to bits....
After closing Saturday I opened Sunday. Ordinarily, I work the whole of Sunday, but since we were showing the late shows last night, I got off at six and was in bed asleep by 7:30. I woke up around 5 am, then went back to bed at 8am and just now got up. I think 14 1/2 hours of sleep is a new record for me.
Yeah, I needed it.
School's back in session today...Yay!!!!