Thursday, May 24, 2007
Another A & W Non-Adventure
So often lately, it seems, I end up at A & W on my coffee breaks at "Job A", with one or more of several of the guys I work with. Simply because, it's a 2 minute walk as opposed to a 5 minute walk to Dairy Queen. So when you're dealing with a), someone who eats as slow as me, and b) 15 minute breaks, walking time counts. And besides, I like the glass mugs of [root]beer. The "simply because" selection of people I go with, I haven't figured out the reasoning on that one out yet. Were I to stop and think about it (as I am about to do) the reasoning might go something like this...
Dude, did you know that we work at the same place?
No way....
Yes way....
I want something to eat.
Did you know I have a "coffee" or "munchie" break in a couple minutes?
No way. Dude, you want to like, go drink [root] beer together?
Way. Why didn't I think of that?
Because you're a loser. You have to be a loser to work here...
Wait, that's not exactly "simply because" reasoning. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist (why do they always get to be the smart ones in examples?) to figure out, after you've worked with people for up to 2 years, and you get along well, why the heck NOT drink [root]beer together?
OK, after all that crap, maybe I'll quickly say what my intended non-adventurous story was.
I put petrol in the truck today.
I stopped to buy some toiletries.
Most of my moola, I've already transferred to one of my savings accounts. My strategy for not spending money?
Tomorrow is one of 4 paydays a month.
Thus, I was low on money tonight.
But myself and one of the usuals went to the orange and brown place... And I was in better financial shape that him. He was broke broke broke. So I bought my Mama burger and [root]beer, and felt slightly bad that he'd have to sit there with nothing. (On this occasion, he couldn't talk his friend working there into giving him a free drink), and so I added a small [root]beer onto the bill for him. But I then realized I wouldn't be able to afford it. I would be 7 cents short on the debit card. So we went looking around and dug through our pockets, and looked around the counter and found 30 cents that someone had left behind. Perfect! We could afford it after all.
And the moral of the story is, folks, please always leave 30 cents behind on the counter at A&W. Because you might just make the day of the poor grocery store people who can't afford their [root]beer.
Seanna spake at
1:05 AM
Monday, May 21, 2007
It's not as easy as 1, 2 3.
It's a pet peeve of mine. Not about a pet. Just the peeve part, basically. So as not to confuse those funny people who think that pet peeves have to be about pets. I digress...
You know how sometimes you may purchase, or receive something (somehow, in some way, as long as it's not by shoplifting) and it'll have DIRECTIONS. And directions are pretty much always good; about 2/3's of the time, are helpful. But if you're not following this, you might as well quit reading now, as you are obviously directionally challenged. The alternative being that I'm directionally challenged, which I refuse to accept. Or I would refuse to accept it, if it were true. But it isn't the case, so we won't even worry about it anymore.
To the point, before I get sidetracked out of even remembering my point.
Beware of "It's as easy as 1, 2, 3!" advertisements. Because, each numeral most likely has 3 or more sub-points. So in all actuality, it's more like, "It's not as easy as 1, 2, 3.!" "We're trying to fool you, you loser. It's 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 ,6 7, 8 and even 9!"
But if at first glance, the non-shoplifted product has 5 or more steps, it's a gooder. For they're not trying to fool you. They're up-front and honest. You can trust them. That they know how to write instructions, and more importantly, the instructions will work.
And for those who don't need no darn instructions in the first place, easy, or otherwise, what did you bother reading that crap for?
I'm going to bed. I'm tired, and must be at work, at both jobs, yet again, tomorrow. My only consolation is the stat holiday pay for like, 12 hours. zzz....
Seanna spake at
1:45 AM
Friday, May 11, 2007
I have a painted, wooden dalmatian dog face stuck to the side of my monitor. I'm not sure why. Except for the fact that elly had it for some reason, gave it to me for some reason, and I put it there instead of throwing it out for some reason. I do not know what that reason is. It's tacky in any case, but I guess it can stay there for a while.
On a not quite so random of a topic, I'm now working 2 jobs. I suppose it was late last Monday night I sent an e-mail w/ attached resume to the manager of the golf course. I stumbled out of bed all 2 feet to my computer early the next morning and found a response from the said guy, asking if I'd like to come in for an interview. So in between work and another appointment, I went in that morning and got hired the next day. An average day now may be working from 7 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. with 2 or 3 hours off in the afternoon.
Right now it's a very boring job. I cook. It's not that busy. I clean tables. It's kind of "canteen" style. You try to keep straight which clone golfer guy with a polo shirt and cap wanted which kind of soup, and which golfer guys all dressed in polo shirts and caps paid, and which didn't. The maintenance guys tell me it will get more exciting when I work during tournaments. More exciting than, woo, we got a new stove- one that ALL works, and when was the last time this deep-frying oil was changed?, anyway. But I get paid more there than I do at old said grocery store, after 2 whole years and 4 raises later. Three cheers for boredom.
Anyway, if I had more healthy/ strawberry/ banana/ orange juice left, I'd make a slushy, but I think I'm out. What the hey..
Seanna spake at
9:19 PM
Saturday, May 05, 2007
My career on eBay will be beginning shortly. I want
these sandals.
Seanna spake at
3:22 PM
