Happy, happy Friday all. Good riddance to almost the end of National STOOOOPIT Week!
It’s supposed to be HOT, HOT, HOT here again. I’m thinking grilled steaks and salad will be appropriate for dinner tonight.
Last night no one had any appetite because of the heat. We all nibbled on leftover homemade cold fried chicken and that was about it.
Rigs, hang in there. You’re going to do just great, I know you will.
I need to dash off now. I’ve been asked to run some additional queries on 7 month old data :rolleyes:. I ran the initial queries last night. Big whoop, the additional results raised our stats a whopping three percent.
I hope the power is still out at my restaurant. I don’t want to work today.
But I wish someone with a car would go there and check and then call me and tell me so that I didn’t have to go there myself and check and then walk home in the hot hot heat if it’s still out.
Also, my mom said she’d be home in time to take me to work this morning. I think she may have lied and I may be in trouble. I guess I get to walk there too.
I hope this heat lets up. Tomorrow’s my annual get-together with my friends from high school back in our hometown. We meet at the park, and it’s always sweltering. Worse would be rain AND sweltering, which is what it is today. But I love getting together with everyone. We’ve been out of high school for 25 years, and we still stay in touch – and we still like each other! I’d say that’s something. One always comes all the way in from Texas.
I so don’t want to be at work today - I’m all twitching from lack of sleep - I can;t get my rhythm going so I’m not getting anything done - I want something to eat but I don’t know what. I’m sleepy. I wanna go home and play with my kitty. I wanna go watch my new Reefer Madness DVD. YEEEEAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH
Here’s a picture of me and my friends from one of our reunions a couple years ago. You’ll be able to spot me, I think. Some don’t show up every year, and others are able to make it, so the mix changes.
Greetings and hallucinations!
Vacation countdown: 10:10:36:15
Hot, hazy, and wheezy today. I am 90% packed, and have cleaned the apartment today(wouldn’t want any thieves to think I am a slob ). A little work tonight, then home to drink a couple and give the dog some pre-kenneling attention. Of course she actually enjoys the kennel, she gets lots of attention. She has a face that says “Pet me, feed me, rub my fuzzy belly”.
Puggy I hope things are going better now. If not kick a badger, there are plenty around.
Drae, I think I might need one of those for my right wrist.[sub][sub][sub]Stop snerking, swampy![/sub][/sub][/sub]
Taxi, dogbutler has no jeans! dogbutler needs no jeans! I don’t go to the gym. I have a weight bench at home, maybe someday I’ll use it again.
rosie, was the cake so good you had to have seconds?
dot, couldn’t you call the restaurant to see if any one is there? If not, take water and an umbrella.
Okay all, I’m good and pissed. No…livid is the word. I literally want to go and kick someone’s ass all the way to hell and back and back to hell again.
I just got off the phone with my mother. She went to Social Security to apply for Medicare B. She needed her company to fill out a form saying that she was still employed there so she’ll be eligible right away. It is her store manager’s responsiblity to overnight or fax the paperwork in. The effin’ bitch literally told my mother that she was low on the priority list and she’d get to it when she got to it. This is the ACTING store manager who has been on a huge power trip since she became the Acting manager. She harrasses my mother ALL FUCKING DAY. The woman has CANCER god dammit! She needs to get this shit taken care of so she can afford the god damn treatments she requires. Her employer provided insurance won’t cover enough of the costs, thus the need for Medicare B.
This BITCH also told my mother that my mother gave her a headache the other day. She sits in the back office all day, only long enough to come out and BELITTLE my mother in front of customers. My mother can’t say anything because she’s desperate to hang on to her job right now. She has to swallow it every day.
There are other abuses going on. Mainly it’s verbal harrassment.
My mother did fax the form in yesterday because that FUCKING BITCH could not be arsed to do it. Today my mother plans on calling the human resources branch to ensure they received the form and ask them to overnight it to her so she can take it to Social Security.
My mother works for a large retail jewelry store. It’s HQ is located somewhere in Ohio. I cannot say or do anything because I don’t want to make matters worse for her. I am so frustrated. I so want to contact someone and let them know what is going on, but I can’t. If I could afford it, I’d hire a damn lawyer for my mother, but I can’t.
Oy vay! I’m sorry about all the cussing, but I just feel so damn helpless and I’m literally raging inside.
I did two good deeds this morning: the first one was a woman trying to get into the lactation room, which was locked from the inside. There’s a great big red light over the lock, along with a big sign saying, please unlock before leaving. Obviously, whoever it was can’t read. :rolleyes: So, after running around, I finally get the key ring and have to try every. single. key before finding the right one. The very last key. I felt for the woman, she was obviously ready to burst. Once we got in, I explained how to unlock the room before you leave, just in case she’s illiterate, too.
Second one, I went out to pick up a breakfast burrito, and picked up milkshakes for my co-workers. That was a good deed because I got the strangest reaction from the counter people. What, you think I’m going to drink them both? Nobody blinks if somebody goes into Starbucks and orders 3 frappucinos first thing. Another :rolleyes: moment. Obviously, National Stoopid Week isn’t over with yet.
Taters, that’s terrible. The Acting “Manager” is an idiot, because it sounds like your mother has a case for verbal harrassment AND for harrassment due to her condition AND if she’s over 40, age discrimination. I believe cancer is one of the protected conditions under the ADA and I think the EEOC would be very interested. I think corporate HR at your mother’s company would also have in interest in knowing what’s going on. That manager is leaving them open for a whopping lawsuit. IANAL and laws vary, but that’s just outrageous and I don’t believe it’s legal to do that anywhere in the US.
Taters, I’m going to go with what Jahdra had to say here. Assuming you have an EEOC complaint, you don’t need a lawyer, and the very first assurance your mom gets is the anti-retaliation guarantee. Once a complaint is filed, if they so much as mess with your mom’s hours, make any negative changes to her work environment, or treat her differently than before, they’re screwed.
National Stoopid Week continues:
One of my supervisors here just asked if he could borrow my laptop for the weekend to do some non-work things that his home computer isn’t cabaple of.
Gah! Things are not working at work today! Why can’t I get the numbers that are supposed to match to actually match up?? GRRRRRRR. It’s so much harder to modify someone else’s work (who has now left) than to try to do it from scratch. I can tell that it’s not working right, but I cannot figure out what in the world is wrong with it. Can’t I just start over and make up my own spreadsheet instead of trying to use one that’s obviously not working??
well, there’s no power at work so I get a day off! And I couldn’t have just called… for two reasons.
There’s no electricity at work, so the phones are out.
I was supposed to open, so even if things were great and open, the only people who get there before me (about a minute before me) are the kitchen guys who don’t answer phones.
so. yay! day off!
Taters, that’s… stupid. that lady should be flicked in the earlobe.
puggy, I hope your doggy is okay. Sometimes sleeping extra can be a good thing.
bleh. my pictures didn’t work? let’s try again, shall we? my inspirational get-well gift and my friend’s project.
Taters, you have every right to be in a homicidal rage. Is there no one above her in the organization that you or your mother can contact?
We’re meeting a friend for dinner tonight at five thirty, but it’s ridiculous for Mr. Lissar to come all the way home from work, and then go halfway back, so I’m meeting him at four. We’re going to mooch around downtown, and probably (proof that I am the World’s Worst Book Nerd) go to a bookstore. It’s my day off from working at a bookstore, so I must… go to a bookstore! In my defence, it’s the theological bookstore behind Wycliffe College, and it carries tons of stuff we’ll never ever see at my work. I got Pilgrim at Tinker Creek there, and Love in the Ruins, and a bunch of other wonderful books.
We’ll be near the downtown branch of my work, and I have heard that Useless Git (you all remember Useless Git, right?) has taken to hanging out there for hours, and annoying the staff, in the hopes of being hired.
My boss left for the afternoon. This puts me in charge of the entire department, which would be much, much worse than it already sounds if not for the fact that a whole bunch of other people left for the day/weekend too. So nobody expects much from us today. So I can’t really make any multi-million dollar screwups even if I try really hard.
If I get left in charge on a regular day this organization is going to get humped like the slow kid at a Tennessee family reunion.
). A little work tonight, then home to drink a couple and give the dog some pre-kenneling attention. Of course she actually enjoys the kennel, she gets lots of attention. She has a face that says “Pet me, feed me, rub my fuzzy belly”.
