This time of year, at least four of my store’s six lines are staffed, and often five or six. When it gets crazy, anyone who knows how to scan and bag can do a “no cash, credit card only” line. Of course, there are those people who don’t understand the concept of no American Express or EBT. And no checks. Had one of those yesterday who insisted I call the manager. I did, and she told her “No checks” and walked away.
Holy shit! How awful.
Cat pissed inside the clothes dryer. Need I say more?
That’s why after I bathe our cat I just let her air dry.
Seems like you could just clip them up on the clothesline by their pointy little ears. You try that. I’ll stand waaaay over here and watch.
Excellent idea, thank you! Now that I’ve made the doctor appointment, I can’t cancel it, though. My BB is a world champion nagger when it comes to things like that.
I’ve given up on my dream of becoming a renowned baker, the practice kitchens were getting rather costly, so instead, took up cheese making. For the most part, I’ve totally FUBAR’d my first attempt of anything, but my following attempts were good.
Yesterday, I thought I should put another wheel of cheddar in the cave, so sterilized my tools and work surface and got started. Everything smelled fine and normal during the original heating and ripening process. It looked and smelled normal while cooking the curds. I started the cheddering process and OMG!
I have never had anything that bad happen before. The stench made my eyes water, and I don’t think any of the 3 dogs would have eaten it if I had offered it to them. I have spent all day thinking about it, and can’t think of anything I could have done to cause such an instant rancid reaction.
Dang about having to buy a new dryer, but I’m also snickering at the idea of hanging a cat on a clothes line by their ears.
I don’t buy things with my graduation date because of this, even though it is also the travel speed needed to travel back to the future. Which makes me wonder if 88 was not as strongly associated with white supremacy back then, because I can’t imagine a mainstream film studio making that mistake now.
Currently my eggnog is soured because my cold, after more than one week, is not getting better. So I’m staying home and hoping to get a doctor’s visit, along with meds and a doctor’s note.
And I’m not a big fan of making cookies. I prefer bar cookies, or quick breads. Just mix and bake. No portioning, no being a slave to the oven timer.
From what you’ve shared about your BB’s health, I would hope that you’re at least a bronze medalist, if not silver.
If that’s too opaque, I’m wishing you both good health and vigilant looking out for each other…
To: the people who work at that agency from which I get so many calls.
Please with sugar on top DO upload the CVs you receive to the shared database. I realize y’all are on commision, but that shouldn’t be MY problem 
Somehow I still don’t think this post has enough caps.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten calls and emails from multiple recruiters at the same damn firm about the same damn job, spread out over a few days. Do they not talk to each other? Is there no way to flag that someone has already asked me about this job?
It’s very tiring having to deal with this. Every now and again I consider adding a Gmail filter that just dumps them into the garbage automatically. I don’t because, someday, I might need them so it pays to be polite.
For about 2 minutes of my drive to work this morning I was stuck behind a truck that was emitting something. Don’t know what it was but there was a sweet solvent smell and my sinuses started throbbing like I had a sinus infection. I finally managed to get away from it and rolled the windows down. Sure it’s below freezing outside but I figure that’s better than huffing whatever that guy was carrying!
I lost an election last night, during a particularly contentious board meeting for my apartment building.
But this is not a bad thing. It was a heroic sacrifice that kept the board from being overthrown by a band of idiots. Who have a lot of fire and determination and absolutely no clue as to how boards of directors and the rules of corporate governance work.
They had the votes. They could’ve EASILY nominated slate of 4 candidates and taken majority control. They might have even stood a chance if they had nominated a full slate of 7, although that would’ve been risky. But they are idiots. Every nomination was done with the aggressive tone of “and this person hates you,too” . They nominated 10 people. I could barely keep myself from laughing out loud when they called out the 8th nomination.
Now, the old real estate dudes on my side know how to work the cumulative voting system. They did a lot of math and determined the current board could hold 5 seats if we pooled our votes. We might have even been able to do more, because the opposition running 10 people for 7 positions was unprecedented because it was so fucking stupid. But we decided to play it safe. We had one inactive member and we cut her, then we all decided NOT to vote for me. Myself included.
I don’t live in the building anymore, I sublet my apartment and moved 600 miles away. It would’ve been sort of traditional for me to resign a few months ago. But I didn’t, because I knew I might need to do what I did last night and go down in a blaze of glory.
But I’m still a little bummed. Go figure.
A lot of stores request that you not reshelf things.
Some stores even go so far as to install mechanical appliances that make reshelving certain items as difficult as possible.
[Sarcasm]I also like the ones who send me a LinkedIn message, email me (so why are you sending me a LI?) and, after I’ve deleted both, phone me. Oh, and the ones who do not comprehend “this is not a good time, I’m in the middle of a meeting.” (*)[/Sarcasm]
Extra points when the person who does that is seeking someone whose skills are completely unrelated to mine. But then, those always get a direct Moron Prize.
(*) Why is my phone on during a meeting? Depending on the meeting: because a coworker and I use it to play sink the fleet, because the client allows cellphone use of Skype so the client’s people can ping me on the phone without me needing to bring the laptop, or because the meeting is 3h and the part relevant to me is about 3min.
Extra points to the recruiters who send me jobs where the requirement is “must be Japanese”. You do read my resume right? And I told you years ago - I’m not looking for a job.
Wunnerful. The rash on my forehead and just above my eye is shingles.
Two-ish days ago, I noticed a patchy rash on the right side of my forehead.
I dropped by my doc today on the off-chance I could slide in without an appointment. He didn’t have time to see me today, so over to the ER for a not too bad wait, considering (Friday afternoon, about two hours). The doc took about ten seconds to confirm shingles, and then spent a fair amount of time looking into my eye to make sure nothing was going on in there, as one of the lesions is right above my right eye. She said it all looked clear, and set me up a referral for an ophthalmologist soon, and a scrip for vaclovir (anti-viral).
Fair odds, I got it quick enough for a good recovery, and hopefully no more repercussions down the track.
Man, this year has sucked. I should remember that’s there are enormous numbers of people having it worse than me - oh, so much worse. But man, that’s hard to remember just at the moment, and I think I’ll just indulge myself in being cranky tonight, and get on with the rest of the world in the morning.
Can I add HP printers to the list of souring my eggnog?
I was printing out some important papers yesterday and the thing ran out of paper. No problem, I says, I just shove some more in. Nothing. It makes all the right noises but refuses to print. Nothing comes out. Tried everything multiple times.
I try everything including finally, in desperation, removing the printer entirely from Windows and installing the latest HP driver for it. Nothing. Nada. Unplugging and replugging the USB cable. Nothing. The toner cartridge is getting old and I have a new one so in further desperation I install the new cartridge. Nothing. Nada.
I’m convinced I have to buy a new printer. But just for fun, I unplug the USB cable and plug it into my new laptop. Windows 7 goes through its motions but says no, I can’t deal with this, no driver. So I install a new driver over the internet.
The printer now works!
So I plug it back to the desktop and lo and behold – nothing fucking works! So I remove it again from Windows, and run through the exact same fucking driver install process I ran through before, which looked exactly like the on the laptop. But THIS time when I try it it, it says “please insert paper into the manual feed slot”. WTF? It was set to AUTOMATIC FEED! I put a random piece of paper into the manual feed slot, and it printed. And then, it automatically printed a page from the auto feed paper stack. And then it started working normally again!
The engineer from HP responsible for this should be subject to the same treatment that I long ago suggested Bill Gates should be subject to. Engineeers: must make stuff that fucking works. Reliably. Running out of paper should not cause a printer to enter a virtually irrecoverable catatonic state! I needed a printer and I was just on the verge of buying a brand new one today just because of this! When your printer just doesn’t print, there’s not normally a lot you can do!
Not the one I work at.
Yesterday, after over an hour of heavy cashier activity, we ended up with five carts of items to be returned to the shelves. So I put two cashiers on the job. Then people complain about long lines, with only three registers open.
You cannot win.
Phrasing, please.