September 12, 2009

Swine Corporate Shills

Ok, so the theater called me back twice more for successive re-interviews, and by the third one it was down to one other candidate and me. Well, guess what? It was a week ago that I met with their Regional Manager, and I haven't heard a peep out of them since! I have to assume they went with the other guy, and didn't even do me the courtesy of calling to let me know, which is way rude. I always called and told the people I wasn't hiring that they didn't measure up (only nicely, of course).

I know, I know, you're thinking I should have called them, in case it was a test. The thing is, they seemed pretty desperate for the current managers to actually get a day off, so I don't see them twiddling their thumbs waiting to see who won the telephone sprint. But I could be wrong, so I'm going to call today--if for no other reason than to mention that a simple rejection would have saved me a lot of false hopes and useless anxiety. Not that they care, but I'll feel better...

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May 29, 2009


Do you believe that there are still web sites that have not entered the twenty-first century? I was trying to apply online for a local job at a national retailer and had to quit and restart with IE, because Firefox is an "unsupported browser." Plleeeaaase...

Of course, I got halfway through and then they required my social security number to continue.
Um, no.
IF you hire me, then you can have that information, not before.


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September 24, 2008

Lame Post #197

Getting older sucks. Okay, make that: Some days, getting older sucks more than other days (because, of course, it beats the alternatives). If you know me, you know I read--a lot. But these days I need brighter light to read comfortably, and an actual magnifying glass to read those tiny warning labels on little Advil bottles. This bothers me more than the occasional gray hair or rainy-weather ache. Why? I don't know, it just does.

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September 18, 2008

Dancing with myself

It seems harder to get back to regular blogging without reader interaction. I don't know why I need the adulation of the masses in order to publish my thoughts to the world, but there it is. I can read Rachel Lucas again, which is a good thing, but she is so scathingly brilliant it makes my brain hurt and my ego shrivel up and hide in the corner whimpering. That also makes it harder to blog.

I will try to persevere.

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June 06, 2008

Hell starts today

Now that school's out we're back to showing matinées every day, which means 12-hour workdays for yours truly. So here is a joke about Hell:

A man died and went to Hell. The Devil was giving him a tour, and they passed three sweet-looking little old ladies sitting on a bench.
"Whoa!" the man said. "What did those nice women do to end up here?"
"Well, said the Devil, "That first woman is Jewish, and she ate pork. The second one is Catholic, and she ate meat on Friday. The third one...."
"Yes?" ask the man.
"The third one is Episcopalian, and she used her dessert fork to eat her entrée."

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August 25, 2007

I'll probably just post this again next week...

So I haven't posted in awhile because it would pretty much be summed up by "Woe is me! I'm so poor!" if I did post.

Of course, "poor" is relative. To me it means that I can't afford to buy any new books, so I have to re-read old favorites. This is okay, sort of, except my favorite authors are all coming out with new stuff and it's killing me to not be able to snap them up. (Don't mention the Public Library to me. One of my phobias is germs. I don't know where those books have been...).

Anyway, Woe is me!

Nope. Don't feel any better, drat it!

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May 21, 2007

Drunk Blogging

My assistant manager got a full time job as a software writer person so I came home and am on the last glass of a lovely bottle of Oliver soft white wine. I am still capable of fixing typos, so I guess that I'm still sober enough to type. I'm putting the ansers (how the freak DO you spell that???:?) to the movie quiz thing in the extended part, in case you want to know. (The quiz is the next post down and the clues are STUPID!)

Damn, that bottle's gone and I know better than to drive somewhere for more...

Yes, I drank a whole bottle. Myself. I needed to work on my tolerance anyway, since I hardly ever drink. Sometimes beer. With pizza.

Um, Rachel Lucas is back. Go there now...

1 The Big Lebowski I love this movie it has the BEST lines That rug really pulled the room together, Donny you're out of your element!
2 What About Bob somebody guessed this
3 My Blue Heaven This is a hilarious movie that's really hard to describe. I always say that Steve Martin and Rick Moranis could have switched rolls and it would be just as good ( cuz they are such goo actors)
4Saraha Matthew McConagy (sp?) is hot!!!!!
5 Lilo and Stitch
6 Dog Soldiers This was a really hard one but one of the best werewolf movies ever made
7 1776
8 Office Space
9 Noises Off One of my favorite all-time comedies. Too bad most of the cast is dead now (John Ritter, Christopher Reeve, Denholm Elliot)
10 3000 Miles to Graceland I love Kurt Russel and Kevin Costner

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July 25, 2006

The camel needs a back brace

I really hate my job. I'm actually looking for a different one. I'm so tired of trying to put out fires with an eyedropper, while the owner is yelling that I'm using too much water.

I'm tired of cranky, unreasonable, and just plain stupid customers.

I'm tired of employees who seem to be listening, but then wander off and do whatever they want rather than what they've been told.

I'm tired of trying to protect company property from thieves, vandals, and concessions clerks who seem to think that office supplies are there for them to build toys.

I'm tired of cashiers who think that the work schedule is a suggestion.

I'm tired of working 55-60 hours weeks while getting paid for 40. (Yeah, it's nice to be on salary when things are slow and you only put in 38 hours, but it bites big frosty big ones when you hate every moment of it and can't even say to yourself "Well, at least I'm making the big bucks," especially when you're never making the big bucks.)

I'm tired of being tired all the time. After about hour 45 or 46 of my workweek, I just don't give a hoot any more, especially if that hour falls near the end of a 13-and-a-half hour workday. Lobby a wreck? Clerks goofing off? Books not balancing? Screw it...I'm too freaking tired to care anymore.

I've got two resumes out there, neither of which position is in retail. Please help me out by prayers, good wishes, or doing the naked chicken dance (as your religious persuasion allows....)

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June 01, 2006

And so it begins...

Well, tommorow hell starts. We'll be running noon to midnight seven days a week. That means I have to hire more staff, which means they have to be trained, which means they'll screw up a few times before they catch on, which means I'll have plenty of fires to put out until the newbies are up to speed.

Send Firemen, stat!

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March 29, 2006

Grumble, Grumble

Not only did I have 3 errands for work to run yesterday on my day off, but I got stood up on two of them! The man from whom I was supposed to pick up some specialty light bulbs got stuck on an out-of-town job and I waited fruitlessly for him before I finally had to leave to meet the man who was supposed to do our annual sprinkler check, who no-showed (apparently he "didn't get the paperwork").

Plus, now that Indiana will be playing that Daylight Savings Time game, I'm going to get even less sleep Saturday night than I usually do, closing Saturday and opening Sunday (only 10 hours between those shifts this week instead of 11).

Sigh. I need a vacation....

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March 27, 2006

Enough for Everybody

I had one of those work-weekends where two more problems cropped up for every one I handled. That means I've got a bunch left over for today, so if anyone needs any, I'l be happy to share.....

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December 05, 2005

Guess it's time to buy long johns....

I know that there are places a lot colder than here, but in Indiana we aren't used to snow that stays on the ground longer than 24 hours until mid-January. The fact that it's early December and 12 degrees (near today's expected high) and we have a couple days' worth of the white stuff out there is most annoying.

Where's this global warming, huh?

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October 26, 2005

Save your pennies dollars

I started the new Kay Scarpetta, Predator by Patricia Cornwell. It's very annoying. When someone such as myself (who has read every book in the series) cannot follow what's happening, it's hard to imagine anyone picking the book up cold being able to figure out who everyone is and what the heck they are doing. I'm not about to go spelunking for the last three or four books for refreshers on the 5 W's insofar as the characters are concerned. Authors who write series need to write the occasional "here's what happened before in case you've forgotten or have never read one of the series before" paragraphs. Folks who've just finished the last one can skip over those. Everyone else is hopelessly lost without them.

I think it's time I gave up on Cornwell.

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October 21, 2005

More Pointless Whining...Because I Can

Things are getting evil at work. And by "evil" I mean "I really hate to go there anymore, especially on my day off just to watch a movie that will be out on video in a few weeks anyway." Tomorrow morning we have a group that rented one of the theaters coming for an 8am show! I have to let the organizers in at 6:30am. That means I have to get up shortly after my normal bed time. And stay there until they are done or my Assistant Manager comes in to open, whichever comes first. And then go back to close. I hope I get a nap in between...

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August 30, 2005

I need news

One of my aunts and her family live near Biloxi. I know New Orleans is a bigger city, and therefore a bigger news story, but I'd like some news on how Mississippi fared. Anyone know any Mississippi bloggers who might have the scoop on Gautier or Pascagoula?

UPDATE: I finally found some video on the Mississippi coast. Judging by the pictures, there's a good chance that my aunt, uncle and cousins are homeless. Right now, that's about all I know.

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August 19, 2005

Guess which one of the seven dwarves I feel like today? Hey! How come nobody has made a quiz for that?

I keep getting cookie fortunes and horoscopes that tell me I'm going to come into money, but the bucks haven't materialized yet. If they're just predicting payday, that's no feat of prognostication. I've been hoping for a couple grand in a lump sum. Ten would be good. With ten grand I could pay off my credit card and knock a big chunk off my school loans, with a little left over for lunch. I might even seriously look into a cell phone, if the rates wouldn't eat up all my take-home once the windfall was gone.

The price of gasoline is killer when you're on a tight budget. I used to be able to get by with 10 bucks worth every two weeks. Now I'm getting less than 3.5 gallons for that same Hamilton, which means I have to either buy gas more often or pony up more at the pump. Why did the lefties say we went into Iraq again? To steal all that sweet, sweet oil?

I heard on TV that coffee prices are their lowest in 100 years. Not at my grocery store. Has anybody been able to go into a restaurant and get a cup of joe for a nickle? I didn't think so.

I'm just grumpy because my work week has started again, and I have to go buy gas before I head in...

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May 14, 2005

I'd rather be in Saint Tropez

I've been meandering the blogroll for the last couple of hours, fruitlessly seeking blog fodder or a wisp of inspiration. Nada. It's not that I didn't read anything interesting, au contraire. It's that nothing sparked in a me an urge to elaborate or expound on the topics I encountered.

Don't you hate that?

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March 23, 2005

Wednesday's Manager is Full of Woe

Another 50¢ day. Oh, joy.

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January 15, 2005

I may as well be living in Alaska

It's back into the freezer again, after a warm spell just long enough to cause massive flooding. I suspect that the older I get, the less tolerant of the cold I become. It was 19° last night and one of my clerks ran out to her car without even a sweater, while I was wearing my long wool coat, scarf, hat, gloves, and still shivering! In a little bit I'm going to bundle up and attach my brother-in-law's battery charger to my car so it'll start. Something is draining the battery overnight, and I couldn't get an appointment with my mechanic until next Thursday. Sigh. It's always sumthin'....

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January 07, 2005


I got my text book for my class and not only do you have to already be a CPA to be able to read the darned thing, but it weighs about 80 lbs. and it came all banged up with torn shrink wrap (the very same shrink wrap that says "no refund if opened") sans the card with the website access codes. They had the gall to charge me the $130 for a new book when it's in a lot worse shape than any used book I've ever gotten from them. Someone is getting a phone call....

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December 18, 2004

And I don't much care for canned spinach, either

I guess I'd better start looking for a new job.

Last night's business was pathetic, despite the fact we just got Shark Tale and The Forgotten. When the owner called (after I left, of course) to check the night's take, he told my Assistant that all his other "dollar houses" were raking in the dough, so obviously our management was at fault and he was thinking about closing us down.

Only we're not doing anything differently than we were a year ago. So if I was such a great manager then, how come I'm such a poor one now? I even have a much better crew than I had a year ago.

The only difference that I can see that might have affected our clientele is the fact that the new 13-screen dollar house on the other side of town has new seats, new equipment, and standard size screens. (When he divided our big theater into two, we ended up with two odd-sized screens. Cinemascope movies played in one of them cuts off the sides, and Flat--which are squarer--played in the other one have the top and bottom cut off.) I also suspect that some patrons have gotten tired of the projectors breaking down all the time, even though we give them a pass for another showing. Of course, if I point this out to the owner, he says I am just making excuses.

Due to a corporate screw-up about two months ago, we had no newspaper ad for two weeks, and many people thought we had gone out of business. It's probable a lot of people still think that, since our ad is a 2x2 square that appears only two days a week.

If I'm really doing such a terrible job managing, how come we've sold over 600 Gift Certificates in the last three weeks?

Maybe the owner needs to take some management classes--perhaps he'd realize that you get better results from praising people for what they did right than harping on what they've done wrong. He certainly managed to undermine my Assistant's morale with one phone call....

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December 16, 2004

Consider this today's moment of Zen

Today is my last day off before the kids get out of school and two weeks of hell at work begins. Even if you don't hear a lot of whining from me about irresponsible parents who think movie theaters are a day care center and drop their kids off without any thought to the pick-pockets, pedophiles and perverts who are just as entitled to buy tickets as they are, the whines and rants are still there--it's just that I've said it so many times already that I'm getting tired of it myself.

I wish I could figure out if these so-called parents are irresponsible, stupid, or just don't care what happens to their children. I do know that very few of the abandoned children have been taught basic manners or respect for other people's property. I'd like to think that if I had been fortunate enough to have children of my own that they would be at least courteous, if not actually polite.

Ok, now I need to cheer myself up. Here is a picture of my youngest niece, Megan.

That's some smile, isn't it? I feel better now.

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December 11, 2004

A little less 'Scrooge'y now

I got to the indoor decorations--well, the tree (a lovely artificial one) anyway. You can admire my decorating skill by clicking here. [Please remember that I have a genuine P.o.S. digital camera, which means that the quality of the photo leaves much to be desired.]

Of course, I have to work today, and, naturally, it finally stopped raining. So I still can't put up the outside lights. Maybe I'll just skip the outside this year...

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August 24, 2004

I need a Magic 8 Ball

The thing about dilemmas is that they are occasionally paralyzing, especially if there is a flow chart of alternatives to consider. Take this semester's classes, for instance. It turns out that the class I did so poorly on this summer is not listed as an elective in one place where one can find the online catalog and requirements, but is listed in another place where one can find the online catalog and requirements. So should I take two classes this semester, or only one (which is all I need to complete my electives if this summer's class counts)? Then there's the textbook thing. The College bookstore charges WAY more for used copies than does. But since used texts from Amazon don't come from Amazon but from the sellers, how can I be sure that I'll get the 13th ed. rather than the 12th ed.? Plus, this late in the process the school bookstore probably doesn't even have any used copies anymore, so I'll have to cough up the whole $130....per book! And then there's the whole crystal ball thing--If I had one, I'd never have signed up for this summer's class to begin with, so while optimistically I think I can handle two classes this Fall, what if there's another unexpected work-related disaster that effects my school work?

So I need to email my advisor, who may not even be my advisor anymore since he was promoted to Dean of Something Or Other, and see if he thinks that the summer class counts....

I know from experience that whatever decision I make will be the wrong one (and even if I elect to pursue the opposite of what I have decided in order to make the right decision, it will turn out that, in that case, that the original decision was the right one and the opposite was the wrong one) so I'm pretty much screwed.

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August 19, 2004

Wanted: Voodoo doll

As long as we're playing catch up today, I got a "C" as the final grade in this class. It could have been worse, considering he only accepted half of my final paper. But it has really screwed my GPA, and it is only the second time in my entire educational career that I have ever gotten a "C" as the final grade. The other time was my freshman year in college when I was taking 18 hours a semester, was seriously homesick for my family, and I "ran away" from school (took the train home on impulse). I went back after a week of mom therapy, and got 4 A's and a B in the other five classes. For the life of me I can't remember what the class was anymore, just that it wasn't in one of my majors (English and History).
Anyway, one of my classmates has filed a formal grievance based partially on the fact that the only "A"s he gave were to the male class members. I really can't say whether or not he's guilty of sexual discrimination, although the proof, I think, would be in how he graded the man who missed his discussion leadership week because of computer problems (he was rescheduled to a later week after another student filled in), and how he graded the man who was late submitting one of his case studies due to a power failure, versus how he treated me. But since no one has access to those grades except the teacher, I doubt my classmate will get anywhere.
I'm sure that twenty years from now I won't remember what class I got the "C" in this time around, either. But I'll still be pissed off.

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August 03, 2004

You know you're going to have a bad day when you start the projector and parts jump off

I didn't get my paper done, and I had to ask the teacher for an incomplete. I hate that. I hate having things hanging over my head like that. But there just wasn't time to work on it. That's the bad thing about now having three theaters--little to no down time anymore. It used to be that if I started one show at 7 and one at 7:15, I'd have at least an hour until it was time to go back upstairs and turn the lights on. Even longer if I sent one of the kids up to turn on the lights. Only now we also have a show starting at 8:15, which means the show prior to it got out at 7:40, which means I only have, at most, forty minutes between shows anymore, which hardly gives me enough time to do my normal paperwork and oversee the kids straightening the place up, let alone work on my homework. And I can't send one of the kids up to turn on the lights in two of the three theaters this week because the lenses have to be changed after every show* and they can't do that. Factor in the fact that I have had one day off since the 7th of July, and have been working noon to midnight every day since Ass. Man. went bye-bye, so it obviously has been impossible to get anything substantial written on my 14 page research paper.

What about blogging time? you wonder. Not the same at all--blogging does not require thinking, if you'll pardon me for saying so. When I blog there is little or no higher brain function involved (yes, I know, it shows--which is why it's a good thing that blog readers, unlike teachers, don't grade my efforts). There is no in-depth analysis of documented facts necessary to blog. And frankly, my blogging hasn't been all that substantial lately either....

So I asked the teacher for either an extension or an incomplete, otherwise there's a couple thousand dollars of hard-earned government-loan-and therefore-future-earnings down the drain. But I hate having it hanging over my head.

*movies come to us in one of two types, "scope," short for cinemascope, or "flat". Think of them as the movie theater version of wide screen and full screen. In order for a film to look right, the projector has to be equipped with the correct lens and aperture plate for the type of film we're showing. This week theater two is showing flat/scope/flat/scope pictures, and theater three is showing scope/flat/scope/flat pictures. The reason we can't show the same kind together in the same theater is that both of the scope pictures are long, and both of the flat pictures are short, and if we showed the two scope ones in the same theater, we'd only be able to fit in about one and a half showings of each one a day. So I get to change the lenses after every show. Fun fun fun...

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July 15, 2004


Thirteen hours in the Technology Free Zone™ today, and I have to be back there in less than ten hours...

Oh goody! I have an entry for the Bonfire now--which, coincidentally I am hostessing next week, so there's one, at least...

By the way, does anyone know whatever happened to Joe Piscipo?

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May 26, 2004

Strother Martin said it best...or maybe it was George Thoroughgood

I think one reason I've not posted much these last few days is that there's so much going on that my thoughts are as fragmented as my days. I had to work Monday night, so I didn't get to see the President's speech, and I haven't had a chance to go searching for the text on the internet.

The kids at work are convinced that Kerry is going to win in November, and it makes me heartsick to think that if they are right then all the sacrifices of our military will have been in vain--nobody can lose the peace like a liberal Democrat...

I'm tired of the media harping on the prison scandal and doing their best to show only the worst of what's happening in Iraq. I'm tired of hearing moonbats' theories about 9/11 (and the prison scandal and the beheading) being perpetuated as if they have some validity. I'm tired of the anti-Americanism of the American left.

I'm also enervated by the continual delays and problems associated with the construction at the theater. There is apparently no one co-ordinating the various efforts, and consequently the myriad teams of laborers all seem to be working at cross-purposes. I've already had to go into work on a number of occasions during my time off to let people into the theater because the individual that the owner entrusted with the keys either failed to show up or wasn't informed he was needed. Every day when I go in I find a new message from an attempted delivery during non-business hours (ours, not the delivery truck's) and have to call to re-arrange delivery; simply informing me of the delivery beforehand so that I could be there to accept it the first time has apparently not occurred to anyone, and the delivery delays cause construction delays...

This morning, on my second trip in so far today, I learned from the men installing the new screens that a 24.8' screen was ordered for the 23.9' space, and a 23.7' screen was ordered for the 22.9' space. They are going to put the screen ordered for the smaller theater into the larger theater, and will have to order a new one for the smaller theater. The owner has already booked the movies we are supposed to be showing in that theater on Friday. THIS Friday. The day-after-tomorrow Friday.

What we have here is a failure to communicate. And I need one bourbon, one scotch and one beer....

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May 20, 2004

Confessions of a Before Coffee Mind

I just hate it when stuff happens before I've had my coffee.

Susie! You say, in a shocked tone, It's almost noon and you're just now getting up?

Well, yes, I reply. I work nights, remember. My workday ordinarily doesn't start until 3pm. Plus, it's my weekend. Plus I watched the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring extended version DVD last night--twice! (the second time with the Cast Audio Commentary). So it was pretty late early this morning before I embraced slumber.

So while my coffee is brewing I stagger to the computer to check my email and learn that not only have I been comment-spammed, but my blog has disappeared.

I HATE it when that happens! Especially BC!

The BC "apparent animation" mode is based largely on muscle memory. There is little or no conscious thought involved in various motions until actual coffee ingestion has occurred. Each action that occurs in merely a repetition of subconsciously memorized behavior, basic motor function with no higher mental involvement. Therefore any occurance that has not already been internalized causes a system shutdown.

Open email from Harvey: motor memory. Read

I dropped by your place this morning (9am CDT) & your 2-20-04 post was at the top of the page.
:motor memory. Try to view my blog and it won't load: system shutdown.

Open spam comment notification and click on blacklist link: motor memory. Failure of blacklist page to load; reload: motor memory. Failure of reload to work: system shutdown.

Pour now-brewed coffee: motor memory. Ingest said brain re-inflation liquid: motor memory. Try to get to my blog via other blogs: motor memory.

A conscious thought begins to wiggle its way out of the dessicated brain Pixy. Another sip, and the task (though still largely motor memory) is done. Return to trying to get to my blog via a link from the Alliance. Holy Cow! It worked! Despam with blacklist! It works again!

All praise the Reverend Pixy Misa! The mere act of emailing him fixes my blog! Hurray!!!! He doesn't even need to read and respond to it! ! It's a miracle!

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March 12, 2004

Once more into the breach, dear friends...

Well, even though I thought there were a few things that needed improvement (like introduction, body and conclusion--especially conclusion) I submitted my paper anyway because I was sick of it. Sometimes you just have to get rid of whatever's hanging over your head and go on to the next Herculean chore--like the laundry.

Anyway, today, as every Friday, starts my work week. I'm sure you can all deduce how happy and excited I am to be facing five more fun-filled days of grouchy customers, whiny clerks, and disintegrating equipment.

Which reminds me! We truly are the Technology Free Zone™! We had our sprinkler system inspected the other day, and it turns out our fire alarm is operated by water! Yep! It's true! The sprinklers turn on, and water runs though the alarm bell, setting it off! Is that completely 19th century or what??? I feel so...retro...

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