Friday, February 27, 2009


It's been an interesting few days: I didn't get my last break at work on Monday, I had to play monitor duty on Tuesday and Wednesday and Prime got his pre-reg done.

Thursday was a bitch. The recession hit home. I don't want to elaborate (I can do that later; I'm still pretty freaked out) but we're okay. I'll just say that we dodged one helluva bullet.

I honestly don't know if I can hold out until May anymore. The shit just keeps piling up and my sanity just seems to fray under the strain. I really don't know if I can make it.

--Weasel, "Urge to freak.... rising..."

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

No Words. Seriously.

Found this little gem via Shakesville and I have to be honest, I can't do it justice. You really need to read this train wreck for yourself.

But this is what pisses me off the fucking most:

3) The fact that her parents talk about "having to do this now," as if a delusional nine-year-old cannot be told no;
(Emphasis mine)

Excuse me? But did you just call a dying girl delusional? A dying child? Delusional?! Where the fuck do you get off?! Trust me asshat, if this were your kid you'd give her whatever the flying fuck she would want. You sure as shit wouldn't call her dying wishes delusional. Yes, she wanted a fricking wedding, but so fucking what? Jesus Christ, I can't believe the amount of arrogance and idiocy I've just read.
Or to put it a better way:

Awesome, we're now concern trolling the dying wishes of a 9 year old.

Yeah, awesome job. Way to look like a total douche.

If this is "true Feminism" then fuck it. I officially jump ship.


It begins in earnest: the forms are up!

I just emailed Prime all the necessary info but it was a bit of a sticky situation at first. The desktop computer decided to start running slowly just as Fun Publications updated everything. Great timing there, Delta. :slams head into wall: I'm hoping everything got there on time.

Man, I've never yelled at a computer so loudly in my life.

--Weasel, "Now if my heart rate will just come down..."

Sunday, February 22, 2009


I was bounced around from register to register today, which was annoying as hell. At first I didn't think much about it, until I took over on register 4. Cathy said that I would only be on there for a minute, then led the previous cashier away. Fifteen minutes later, the cashier came back and opened up on lane one. He didn't look too happy.

When I came back from lunch, I overheard a rather interesting conversation between the other head cashiers. "She's been pulling people in the cash office and reaming them out for no reason," said one.

"That's no way to make friends," said another.

That's when I put two and two together: Cathy's been yanking cashiers aside simply to bitch them out. It has nothing to do with their job performances; it's just Cathy being in a pissy mood.

So not only is she incompetent, she's a rampaging bitch.

I have no idea what the hell her problem is, but it's getting worse. I'm thinking I'm going to be walking on eggshells around the dumb bitch until I go on vacation. If I can make it until May with my sanity in tact, it will be a miracle.

--Weasel, "Maybe I should spike her coffee with some fucking Midol. It could only help."

Saturday, February 21, 2009


Work is getting worse.

It seems Sean, one of my co-workers, asked for extra change today. So he pulls some cash out of his drawer and waits for the head cashier to come over. He gets his change from Cathy, who then turns around and leaves without taking what Sean owes her. As he put it, she was literally walking away as he turned around with the money in his hands.

To make matters worse, Sean spent the next few hours trying to track Cathy down and had no luck. Out of frustration, he finally flagged down another head cashier. Sean was finally able to pay off what he owed, but the other head told him that if he hadn't, he could have gotten a coaching or worse, been fired.

Sean would have been fired for Cathy's fucking idiocy.

I'm going to be completely and totally blunt here: Cathy is an utterly inept moron who lacks the basic common sense to tie her fucking shoes, let alone handle management responsibilities. She never should have been trained as a head. Hell, she could barely make it as a cashier; she'd snap under the stress. She needs to be fired or transferred to another store immediately. It scares the hell out of me that we have her trying to handle the front end because she either doesn't know what the hell she's doing or she's too busy fucking panicking over stupid bullshit.

They say that the cream of the crop floats to the top. Guess what? Shit floats as well.

--Weasel, counting the days until BotCon and sweet, sweet sanity...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


On a whim, I went ahead and started picking through my suitcase this morning, checking to see if I had taken care of the clothes I had worn to last year's 'Con. Honestly, I couldn't remember if I had taken them out and washed them or if I had just decided I could wait until later to take care of everything. To my surprise, everything's clean and I'm actually in pretty good shape: The only thing I lack are decent shoes (which I'll get later) and socks.

I'm practically ready right now. A little bit of packing and I'm done. I could almost grab my suitcase and leave right now.

Too bad I can't.

--Weasel, "I'm California Dreamin' even as we speak."

Monday, February 16, 2009

Sending Best Wishes...

(Along with healing thoughts!) To the Culture Ghost. Be merciless and beat the living hell outta this thing.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

For Prime

A musical dedication, for Prime.

Prime, you've been the light of my life and the pain in my ass for a long time. And I've loved every moment I've spent with you.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Even More Random Thoughts

It's been a while since I last updated and a lot of things have happened. So now we're doing another obligatory installment of:

Random Thoughts

* It seems that something big has happened at work; the store manager called meetings on Monday and told everybody to come. From what I understand a bunch of the job titles were changed and its going to affect some of the department managers. As to how, I really don't know. And as far as I know, it won't really affect my job but we'll see.

* Our new manager for the front end is a woman named Sammy. Here's hoping she'll be much more competent than Tom. (It wouldn't take much, believe me.)

* Saturday was a very strange day. I was on GM self-checks. I had one woman try to outright steal from us (she would only scan one item and put three in the bag) then we had someone threaten to kill himself. Yeah, it was nuts. I can't help but wonder if it was a full moon that night.

* Our weather has improved lately. We hit the 50s in places yesterday. I wish this would last.

* God, how I wish I could go to Chicago today.
This is why. (I'm trying not to throw a fit over here.)

* I was able to catch the teaser trailer for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen during the Super Bowl. Another trailer will appear before Friday the Thirteenth. I'll have to wait until it hits the net; I'm not paying full ticket price just to see a trailer.

* In 106 days I'll be at BotCon. I just hope I can hold out until then.

* There's been a pre-order bonus announced for Pokémon Platinum: a Giratina figurine. Supposedly you can get this from Target and Best Buy, but
Serebii fails at English so badly it isn't even funny. I'll just have to keep my eyes peeled, I guess.

* My store has no new Transformers. It fails on multiple levels.

* Prime's been using my laptop for a few projects, so I've been using the desktop. I've discovered that I don't like the desktop; it's way too fucking slow. God, how I love my little Alexa.

* We took advantage of Circuit City's going out of business sale on Friday. Prime grabbed quite a bit of slag, whereas I got rechargeable batteries for my camera and a lock for Alexa-One. The sad thing? I think that was the first time I had ever gone to that store.

And that does for this week! Tune in next time when I write a bunch of crap that no one really cares about. Until then, this has been...

--The Weasel, "Signing off."

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Some Good News

Tom is out the door, as of the 14th of this month. He'll be heading to Green Bay. And believe me, they can have him.

--Weasel, "I hope the door hits him where Primus done split him."