Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Streak Continues

So I get to work today and the front end looks like hell. Again.

We're out of medium bags. Again. So we're stuck using the huge-ass bags. Again. But it gets even better.

It seems we had an order of medium bags that would have arrived soon, but it's not coming. Some jackass decided to cancel the freaking order. So we're stuck with the huge-ass bags, anywhere from a few days to two weeks.

Yep, you read that right. A bloody fortnight. I could cry.

When I get the hell out of the building, I am exhausted. I collapse in the car, wanting nothing more than to go home. Instead, Prime drove us to the other side of the building. He tells me to go back inside, head straight to the board games and buy what's been stashed behind one of them. Confused, I did as Prime asked.

What do I find waiting for me behind the games? A Powerbots Stealth Bumblebee.

Now, you remember how it is with me and 'Bee; I have a crappy few days and BAM! He shows up, as if to tell me that life doesn't suck as much as I'd like to think. It's quite a streak, believe me.

And it just continued. I think everything around me blows chunks and Primus sends a herald. Maybe, just maybe, I can make it through all this.

--Weasel, "Here's hopin'."

Friday, July 30, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "The Eyes of an Angel" Edition

The Bumblebee statue at this year's BotCon.
(Oh, how I wanted to cuddle him...)

It's Getting Ugly

My job situation has gotten, for lack of a better term, out of control. I can't go into the details; if I do, there could be some real trouble.

Suffice to say, I don't want to be in the building at all. I hate even seeing the slagging facade. The place just makes me cringe now.

To answer your question, mein liege, it won't take much convincing for me to hit Slag-A-Con. I'm probably going to put in for the days off by the end of next week. I need the break. With everything that's been happening... I may just end up being committed before next BotCon. It's all I can do right now not to scream.

But for all the bullshit going on in that building right now, I have one thing to say: I am not letting you fuckers break me. It ain't happening.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

I Can Make It Until June, Right? Right?!

The last few days have progressively gotten worse at my hellhole workplace. On Wednesday, my store completely ran out of medium bags. So our bagging areas were full of large bags.

This was a disaster. They kept falling off the bagging area and couldn't stand up while we were placing items in them. Our speed dropped, the customers were pissed but management swore we were stuck with the damned things through the weekend. Someone screwed up our bag order and we were shipped a pallet of the wrong thing but we had to use them anyway.

There were customers cursing out cashiers over this. We also had customers howling at management over it but management did nothing.

At least, they didn't do anything until the store manager came back from his vacation. He got pissed and took care of everything.

Then two days ago, one of my co-workers got fired. She wouldn't give a reason, she just said it was a dumbass reason to get fired. But now we're short a cashier and we have the EAA Fly-In starting up this week. It is going to be hell.

Then there was today. One of the guys who works service desk volunteered to take a shift yesterday. Unfortunately, he couldn't make it; some punk ass broke out all his car windows. So when he tells management that he can't make it (for obvious reasons), he's told that it will count against him.

Needless to say, he won't be doing them anymore favors. He pretty much said he'll let them hang if they're ever in a bind. I can't blame him. He said it himself: we bend over fucking backwards for that place and all they do is screw us.

Primus, help me make it to next June. But as of right now, I don't know if I can pull it off.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "He's that Awesome" Edition

The "Bay" Room at the convention center. From BotCon 2010.
(It would have been far more awesome if it were the "Michael Bay" room.)

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Um, WHAT?!

I write like
Charles Dickens

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Really?! No foolin'? :runs around giggling: I'm trying not to squee over here.

--Weasel, "This is pretty awesome..."

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I REALLY Wish...

...that it would STOP EFFING RAINING in my area. I'm sick, sick, sick to death of it.

--Weasel, "Gimme a DROUGHT, I'll take a DROUGHT now."

Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "Telling His Tale" Edition

Dinobot's Hall of Fame display. BotCon 2010.
(You wouldn't believe how happy I was that ol' Chopperface got in...)

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Congrats to the National League for winning the All Star Game! I am one happy weasel now!

And Today in "What the Flying Fuck?!"

You know DA, I have to admit I'm seriously glad you're not going to SDCC this year.This is why.

Fred Phelps is going to Comic-Con. Can I get a "What the fuck?" here?!

His reasoning? Oh, it's stellar, trust me:

Are you kidding?! If these people would spend even some of the energy that they spend on these comic books, reading the Bible, well no high hopes here. They have turned comic book characters into idols, and worship them they do! Isaiah 2:8 Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made: 9 And the mean man boweth down, and the great man humbleth himself: therefore forgive them not. It is time to put away the silly vanities and turn to God like you mean it. The destruction of this nation is imminent - so start calling on Batman and Superman now, see if they can pull you from the mess that you have created with all your silly idolatry.

You know something, Freddie boy? I haven't called out to your god in a very long time. The last time I did, I was in my twenties and your god did absolutely nothing to help me. He simply sat on his heavenly posterior and watched me squirm. So I quit calling to him, since it's obvious he won't fucking answer.

Instead, I have called out to HIM. HE has answered. HE has granted mercy. So tell me, Freddie boy: which god is truly real? The one from your holy tome or the one from the damned comic book? Because I will tell you, the one from the comic has been much more helpful than the one from your tome. Make of that as you will.

--Weasel, hell bound idol worshipper and damned proud.


The first full week back to work is a killer. I have no real desire to be there and the memories of the recent convention just makes it harder for me to adjust. But once I'm through that first week of drudgery, I'm all right. Well, as all right as one can expect. But there have been changes, not all of them good.

The biggest? One of our good head cashiers has stepped down, thanks to management. They tried like hell to get him fired and he got sick of it, so he's stepped down and now he's at service desk.

I could cry. Seriously. He was the only head who was friendly and reasonable. Now management has pissed him off and we've fucking lost him. We're stuck with a bunch of fucking dumbasses who don't know what the flying fuck they're doing and who act rudely towards us simply because they can.

What a helluva way to start work after having the time of my life.

--Weasel, wishing it were June and she was in Cali...

Monday, July 12, 2010


So tonight was the Home Run Derby. Corey Hart had a helluva first round, but didn't do so great in the second.

I don't even remember who won. It wasn't Corey, so I couldn't care.

Yeah, I could cry.

--Weasel, was hoping the Brewers could have that trophy for a second year in a row... oh well.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "Getting His Props" Edition

The Bumblebee standee from the Hall of Fame Dinner. BotCon 2010.
('Bee was the first inductee. I have never been so proud...)

Friday, July 02, 2010

Friday Photoblog: "Some Assembly Required" Edition

The various bits and pieces used to create G2 Sideswipe, all sorted and ready for assembly. From this past BotCon's customization class.
(Turns out I don't suck at toy assembly as much as I originally thought...)