The Snow (and Shit) Storm of the Century

We actually got a damn snowstorm here in Wisconsin. It was so bad today that people were being excused from work. I bit and lit out early. I really don't want to even be in that damned building anymore. With good reason.

Don't know if you guys remember, but I got a "D" or Decision-Making day back in May. Now, this isn't a huge deal when you get right down to it; a lot of associates have gotten D days before. Hells, one of the cart pushers has had three of them. He admitted as much. And laughed about it. Now a D day is supposed to drop off your record within the span of six months. After that six month period, you are supposed to go back to the original disciplinary chain: a verbal warning, a written warning, a D day and ultimately, termination.

Not so in my case, apparently.

Early last week the head of head cashiers, "S", threatened me. With termination. For a bullshit reason. (She said I was reading at the front lanes. Bullshit. Rearranging magazines and tabloids is not I repeat, not reading them.)

Now remember, she really cannot do this. It's been over six months. The D day has dropped off my record; everything has completely reset. If I were to get in trouble legitimately, I'd get a verbal warning, not termination.

It's pretty damned apparent that S just wants to get the hell rid of me. She's looking for some sort of b.s. reason to try and shove me out the door.

I say, "Good luck."

After 12 days, I am either going to transfer the fuck out of that hellhole (and into a newer, but closer, hellhole) or pound the pavement and get a new job. And I can't wait to see the look on S's face when I finally tell her that I quit or I'm transferring. I'm pretty sure she'll launch into one of those "We really don't want to lose you" speeches; I'll have to fight the urge to laugh in her face.

Pray that I succeed in repressing said urge.

--Weasel, "Mmmmm, new house smell! Better than new car smell!"

For Fuck's Sake...!

He's at it again.

Fred Phelps. Protesting the death of Coretta Scott King.

So, I ask you: is it wrong to wish for a tornado to tear through Phelps' backyard, wiping out him and his entire flock?

--Weasel, "Cause if that's wrong, then I don't wanna be right."

Time Off

It's a beautiful thing.

I'm on day two of a three day stretch; this feels absolutely wonderful. Just me, Prime, the cat and an assload of packing to do. Life just couldn't be better. :)

On top of all this great news, we finally got some fucking snow! Woohoo! (Yes, I love snow. So sue me.) It gets even better: the Sow has left me alone for the past few days. Yes, you read that right- she's been leaving me alone. The Sow's been so "nice" to me I almost hate the idea of transferring.... NOT! :D

In other news, we're going to have to go box hunting soon. We'll need quite a few more to pack up all of our stuff for the Big Move. Hee, a house. An honest to Primus house of our own! I'm so happy I could pee myself!

--the grinning and giddy Weasel

Dumbass Warnings Pt 1

As a cashier, I see a lot of idiotic (or "Anyone with functioning common sense would know not to do this") warnings on packages. Today's case in point- a warning on a box of cereal with a free bonus iron-on patch:

"Do not iron shirt while wearing."

--Weasel, "No, I am not making this up."

Weasel's Housewarming Gift List

Just for the hell of it, here's a list of things I'd like to get for the new house:

• A stepstool (cause I'm short!)
• Bookshelves, bookshelves, bookshelves
• Lamps
• Storage containers
• A new shower caddy (the old one is rusting out)
• A message center with mail holder and a key caddy
• A calendar message board
• A spoon rest (so the stove top can stay clean)
• A kitchen tool caddy
• A laundry caddy
• A decent hamper
• A laundry basket (the old one is falling apart)
• and finally three large garbage cans (two for recycling, one for trash).

This is in no way complete. I'll probably think up a few more lists in the meantime.

--one excited Weasel

Busy, Busy

Had the day off; Prime did as well. Been doing some cleaning today, while Prime's been packing away some of our collection. He's wondering if we'll be ready in time. I'm pretty damn sure we'll be fine.

We've already let the landlord know that we're leaving at the end of the month; Prime sent a written notice and I called him not 15 minutes ago. I hope he's not too pissed about us leaving. He didn't sound upset over the phone, but we'll be leaving another vacant apartment that he'll have to find a way to fill. I almost feel as if I'm letting the poor guy down, in some strange way.

I'm a little surprised to find that I'm a bit sad at the prospect of leaving this place. We've been here for about five years. No, that isn't terribly long (I spent 18 years total on that little piece of property in NC), but it's long enough to make the place feel kinda like home. Yet I'm excited as well. We'll be moving into a place that will be truly ours. We'll have an entire room for our collection. I'll have a room for my own personal use. (Finally, a room for magick and worship! Hee!) We'll have a nice living room.... and a nice kitchen/dining area! We'll be near the waterfront! (Within walking or biking distance, but not so close as to end up in our living room.) We'll be close to a library! And a pool! It's so exciting that I can hardly wait!

In other news, Brad Pitt really is a bit of a shallow SOB, Exxon is getting richer (who knew?), and finally Alito won the cloture vote.

--Weasel, "So much packing to do, so little time.... I guess...."

Twists and Turns

It's starting to really hit me: I'm buying a freaking house! Prime and I saw someone about a home loan on Friday; I swear to Gods I have never signed and dated so many forms in my life. No one has tried to contact us since then, which is a good thing. It means things are going smoothly. If someone did try to contact us, it would be because there's some sort of problem. So as of this moment, so far, so good. On the work front however, things are getting pretty interesting.

It seems I'm not the only one who has a problem with the Sow. One of the other cashiers, "T", is pregnant (not sure when she's due). T mentioned to one of the other cashiers that she hoped she wouldn't gain a lot of weight during her pregnancy. T said if she got as big as the Sow, she would "kill herself". What T didn't know is she was talking to one of the Sow's many friends, or Piglets as I call them. The Piglet made a full report to the Sow and it seems T got into a shitload of trouble over her comments, as in she got some sort of management coaching. But that's not the half of it.

Apparently, a group of cashiers was sitting at one of the tables in the breakroom. Someone piped up that they thought the Sow was a bitch. A couple of people agreed. The entire group (we're talking anywhere from five to seven people) was hauled into Ad office and given a stern warning. It appears a Piglet over-heard the conversation and tattled to our favorite female porcine. Yep, she's got little piggy ears all over the store.

This is why I no longer sit in the breakroom proper; I opt to eat my lunch in the old smoking lounge. Very few people sit there, so there's little to no chance of getting caught up in someone else's bullshit. Trust me, I know first hand just how bad the bullshit can be in the employee breakroom. However, I may have a way out.

One of our former associates who transferred to another store came by on Saturday. "S" is now working in fabrics and crafts. The store she transferred to happens to be in the same city as the new house. According to S, they are hurting for cashiers. She said I could do a lateral transfer and keep my current pay, but also get the hours that I want.

It's very tempting.

There is only one thing that is holding me back: we haven't closed on the house yet. The very second that ink is on the paper, though.....

--Weasel, trying to get out from under the Sow's little hooves.

Zero Hour

...is just a few hours away. 3:30pm. Surprisingly, I'm not all that nervous... yet.

In today's news: Chili finger redux! Seems a family says that their KFC was crawling with roaches. They want justice.... which will cost KFC anywhere from five thousand to one million dollars. I call 'bullshit' on this one.

Oh and Tom Cruise is a douche. I mean seriously, he is a fucking douche. Looks like someone forgot their "vitamins" today. Or maybe Tommy boy needs to get some exercise to help take care of his head problems. Douche.

--Weasel, praying for the best today

Update

Prime and I will be going for a home loan/mortgage this Friday at 3:30pm.

More news as this story develops.

--one nervous Weasel

The Only Constant

Change is the only constant, in life and in the universe. And in the last 24 hours, my life has changed...dramatically.

Prime and I just signed the paperwork to purchase a house, namely the one his mother has been trying to sell for the past few months.

We're going to close on the 28th of February.

I'm excited. I'm terrified.

I'm overjoyed. I'm overwhelmed.

I'm ecstatic. I'm petrified.

I can't wait to move in, to start decorating, to actually be a homeowner. It's the bills that could stand to wait. Ugh, and the moving....!

But, a house. A home. My home. Our home. Prime and me, buying a home, together.

It's so just overwhelming. And exciting.

--Weasel, still in shock

Long Time, No Update

Time for me to fix that.

Well, I finally "officially" beat Pokemon XD; Lugia has been purified. I'm (im)patiently waiting for the other Shadows to clear out their Heart Gauges in the Purify Chamber. The only things I really need to do are finish the Mountain Battle challenges, hit Orre Colosseum, trade with Duking, and complete the Lucky Egg quest. Afterwards, I'll do some trading to Ruby, LeafGreen and Emerald, then start a new quest or two or twelve. (I'm hoping to get at least one female Eevee as a starter, that way I can finally get a female Espeon.)

The hellhole known as my job has steadily gotten worse; my schedule is even worse now than it was before. If I'm extremely lucky, I'll get a couple of day shifts during the week and two days off in a row. But that doesn't happen very often. The general rule now is afternoon and evening shifts, with two nonconsecutive days off. It's tiring, to say the least.

We've had another firing on the front end; cashier "D" was terminated. There are two different theories circulating as to why: one says she did not card an underage tobacco customer during a sting operation, the other claims that her drawer was off by over a hundred dollars. As to which is true, I have no blasted idea. All I know is she's been termed. And I have no idea who might be next on the store manager's list.

--Weasel, showing the world how (non) eventful her life is

OMFG!

We got some sunlight today! Sure it was only twenty minutes worth, but holy shit! SUNLIGHT! Honest to fucking God sunlight! I'm so happy I could pee my pants!

--Weasel, who almost forgot what the sun actually looked like.

You Might Be a Former Jehovah's Witness If...

The inspiration for this post comes from a very similar list that I found online. Since it looked very cathartic, I decided to write on of my own.

You Might Be a Former Jehovah's Witness If...

* you've ever felt guilty giving to a charity.
* you had to throw out your wind-chimes. (Too Pagan!)
* you felt guilty voting in a high school election.
* you have to fight the urge to tell your church-going friends that Jesus was not crucified on a cross, but on an upright stake.
* you can easily remember your first birthday party, Easter egg hunt and Christmas.... because you were 24 years old when they took place.
* you refused to put on any makeup at all for fear you'd look like that awful picture of Jezebel in your copy of My Book of Bible Stories.
* you had to give up on your dream of becoming a police officer.
* you would rather have had terminal cancer than be gay.
* you would rather be dead than disfellowshipped.
* you had to stop speaking to your best friend for a year because they had been disfellowshipped.
* you felt guilty for taking Drama in high school.
* you were told by your mother that some of the Saturday morning cartoons you were watching could be considered Satanic. (Yeah, I'm really gonna sell my soul to Satan because I watched The Real Ghostbusters!)
* you knew 1914 was a turning point in history, but you didn't know why.
* you knew 1914 was a turning point in history and got irritated when your school history book never mentioned it.
* you remember the first Mother's Day or Father's Day card you made for your parents.... because you were a freshman in college when you made it.
* you were ever dragged to the back of the Kingdom Hall and spanked because you misbehaved during services.
* you were spanked with a plastic paint stirrer for misbehaving during services.
* you were six months old when you were dragged to the back of the Kingdom Hall to be spanked with the plastic paint stirrer for misbehaving during services.
* you were the only person in your second grade class who would not recite the Pledge of Allegiance... and you had to repeatedly explain why.
* your house was the only one on your block not decorated for Christmas.
* you were the only kid on your block who never got Christmas presents, or had to send them back when you did.
* you spent many a fine summer day stuck in a stuffy car as your parents drove through town "witnessing".
* you felt jealous of the Elders' kids who got to go to Disney World, but your parents refused because such a thing would be "too worldly".
* you never went to a school dance.... and it wasn't because you couldn't find a date.
* you got damn sick of calling non-relatives "brother" or "sister".
* you felt guilty when you got accepted to a local college.
* you still think getting a blood transfusion is disgusting.
* you are mortally afraid of surgery because you don't want to bleed out on the operating table, but you're equally afraid of receiving someone else's blood to prevent that from happening.
* you wondered how Satan was controlling anyone through heavy metal music.
* to this day you still carry the guilt of playing Dungeons and Dragons with your friends.
* you felt positively spoiled when you went to your friends church. (Such pretty stained glass! Such comfy pews!)
* while at your friend's church, you saw that everyone could receive the "Lord's Supper".
* you still feel guilty for that one time trip to your friend's church.
* you couldn't see any of your old friends because they weren't Witnesses.
* the word "goat" has nothing to do with an animal.
* you know the meanings of the terms "new light", "Other Sheep", "Jonadab", "Anointed Remnant", "the faithful and discreet slave", and "Un-theocratic".
* your parents believed that "Santa" was just another spelling for "Satan".
* you can easily recite most of the Pagan origins to Christmas and Easter.
* hearing the phrase "Watchtower Bible and Tract Society" makes you want to run away screaming.
* you learned how to sleep with your eyes open so you wouldn't get spanked for "not listening" to the service.
* seeing the words "Kingdom" and "Hall" in the same sentence makes you cringe.
* you were terrified of even touching a boy's hand because it may lead you into lust and premarital sex.
* you can't help but see the irony in those thoughts; especially after learning about the child sex abuse that went on in other "upstanding" Witnesses' families.
* you don't know whether to laugh or cry while reading this list.
* you're pretty sure Jehovah will smite you for reading this list.

That's all I can think of for now. Don't be surprised if I revisit this at a later date.

--Weasel, who still has a problem with organized religion.... Gee, wonder why?

Yesterday

Wavebreaker's birthday was yesterday.
He would have turned 26.

New Year's Resolutions 2006

Although 2006 is officially two days old, I figured I'd take the time and post my resolutions for this year. Ya ready? Here goes!

This year I resolve to:

• be a bigger pain in the ass to the stupid,
• put up with less bullshit,
• post more often,
• read my email more often,
• gradually switch my "Bumblebee Shrine" over to a Dan Gilvezan shrine,
• buy the necessary toys to make that possible,
• lay hands on a Bumblebee cel from either TF:TM or the original TF cartoon,
• get some of my writing published (whether on the web or in print media),
• stop being pushed around by management at work (especially the Sow),

and last but not least:

• get a better fucking job and leave that hellhole behind!

I think that about covers everything, don't you?

--Weasel, hoping to make these a reality

Addendum: I have turned on the comments. I merely ask that you act (and post) intelligently. If you do not.... Well, weasels have some pretty sharp fangs.....

Full Frontal Stupidity Ver 1.0

From the Dec. 28, 2005, editions of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (and worst of all, it is true):

Attackers sought in driver's beating

'They were having fun,' shocked witness says

By JOHN DIEDRICH and RAQUEL RUTLEDGE
Posted: Dec. 27, 2005

A 50-year-old Milwaukee man was dragged from a car he was driving and severely beaten Monday night by a group of at least 15 teens and young men after he honked at them to get out of the street they were blocking.

Witnesses said the attackers jumped off cars and did flips onto the man's head, laughed and blasted music as if they were having a "block party."

The victim, identified by family as Samuel McClain, suffered "severe head trauma" and was in critical condition late Tuesday at Froedtert Memorial Lutheran Hospital in Wauwatosa, a hospital spokesman said. His family was gathered at Froedtert, awaiting word on McClain's fate. It was unclear whether he would survive.

"He really took a beating," said Anne E. Schwartz, Police Department spokeswoman.

Late Tuesday, one police source said some arrests had been made in the attack. But an official with the department’s detective bureau, Lt. Jeff Point, would not confirm that, saying only that several people were in police custody for questioning.

McClain's former wife and the mother of four of his children, Tina Bost, said McClain is a "happy-go-lucky man and a real nice person."

"I don't understand how that could happen to him," Bost said. "It's awful the way they did him."

Bost said McClain is remarried and also has children with his current wife.

Police are treating the case as an attempted homicide, Schwartz said. No one has been arrested. Detectives were searching for at least 15 participants, ages 16 to 23. They also were looking for two girls who apparently were stopped and harassed by the same group but made it through uninjured.

"We would love to chat with those girls," Schwartz said.

Police spent Tuesday night sweeping through the neighborhood with beefed up patrols, said Capt. Eric Moore.

"There is a significant saturation patrol in the area, and we're conducting a vigorous investigation," said Moore, adding that those arrested were being questioned in the beating.

McClain left his sister's home about 9 p.m. Monday, said his niece, Jennifer McClain. The family hadn't seen him in a couple of months, but he showed up for Christmas, she said. He has been working for a temporary service, she said, but wasn't sure where.

He said he was going to a friend's house on N. 36th St. and W. Hampton Ave., perhaps to play pool, she said.

As he pulled down 36th St. shortly before 11 p.m., he encountered a large group - as many as 30 people - standing in the street and blocking traffic, police said.

Minutes earlier, witnesses said, two girls encountered the same group, Schwartz said. The girl got out of her car and yelled at the group to let them through, which they did, she said.

When McClain honked, the group descended, dragging him from the car and into the street, police and witnesses say.

Jennifer McClain said her uncle is large, making it difficult to pull him from a car.

A 17-year-old visiting relatives nearby said he called police when he saw the group grab McClain and start beating him. The boy didn't want his name published for fear that the attackers would retaliate. He said he watched the whole beating, peering through the blinds of a bedroom window.

"They just started stomping on him, beating him," he said. "They were having fun, like it was normal, like it was an everyday thing."

They were drinking, laughing and playing music, he said.

"I was in shock," he said.

Britney King and her two sisters said they saw the attackers doing flips and cartwheels off cars onto McClain as he lay in the street.

"It looked like they were having a block party," King said. "They sounded like they were having a good time."

King said she and her sisters did not call police.

"It's just not me to call police," said LaToya King. "It would not cross my mind. In places like this, police don't come fast enough and solve anything. People here don't trust the police."

When police arrived, they found McClain in the street and that the crowd had dispersed, Schwartz said.

Mayor Tom Barrett called on the community to help solve the crime.

"We cannot put a police officer on every corner and midway down the block," Barrett said at a news conference at the scene of the beating.

"We need people to step forward especially in a crime like this. . . . If the community steps forward, we can get the people who perpetrated this crime off the streets," he said.

He encouraged anyone with information to call police at (414) 935-7360 or, to report it anonymously, to call the WeTip hotline at (800) 78-CRIME.

Barrett said police presence in the neighborhood is not the issue.

"It's a societal issue," he said. "We have to create hope (for young people), but at the same time we can't condone the violence."

Some community members backed Barrett's approach and challenged families to get more involved in the lives of their sons and daughters, nieces and nephews, siblings and cousins.

"The police have worked endlessly, day and night, to provide us the safest environment they can at 36th and Hampton," said Keith Bailey, owner of Bailey's Dry Cleaning and Laundry Service, just around the corner from the site of the beating. "The police can only do so much. We have lost accountability of our family members."

Last year, there were four mob-style beatings in four weeks in Milwaukee, leaving one man dead and three other people seriously injured. None of the beatings was related.

David Rutledge, a 54-year-old man with schizophrenia, was robbed and beaten July 4, 2004; he later died. Six teens were charged. One was convicted and one is awaiting trial; charges against the others were dropped.

Four days after the Rutledge beating, a 14-year-old boy was kicked, punched and hit in the head with a piece of lumber after he had exchanged words with a girl on a playground. She summoned older relatives, suspected of beating the boy.

Two weeks later, a Milwaukee man was beaten by a group of men after a girl in the neighborhood falsely accused him of indecently touching her.

And on July 29, 2004, a 16-year-old boy and his brothers were beaten by a group armed with bats, bottles, sticks and socks stuffed with canned food.

In 2002, Milwaukee drew national attention after the fatal beating of 36-year-old Charlie Young Jr. Young was pummeled by at least a dozen people, including children as young as 10, who used shovels, tree limbs and other weapons.

Police are looking for two suspect cars in the McClain beating: a black, late- model four-door Mercedes with a broken-out back window covered with plastic and a 1980s Mercury station wagon with imitation wood side paneling and a license that includes either "617 or 627," Schwartz said.

jdiedrich@journalsentinel.com

Weasel's thoughts: If you ever come across a group of teens standing in the middle of a Milwaukee city street, fuck 'em. Rev your engine and run the little bastards over. If you try and warn them, they'll simply use you as a human punching bag.

And people wonder why I have no faith in humanity.

--Weasel, "Two words. Speed. Bumps. End of problem."

Boned for the Holidays

I am so fucking pissed off right now.

Seriously. Pissed. OFF.....!

The entire week has more or less sucked ass, but today was the coup de grace, so to speak. Here goes:

We were busy today. Insanely busy.

It was as if every resident in Northeastern Wisconsin woke up this morning, farted, then sat up screaming, "Holy fuck! Chri$tma$ comes in two days! I haven't gotten any gifts for Uncle Nancy and Aunt Bob!" So every resident in Northeastern Wisconsin jumped into their cars and went shopping. And every resident in Northeastern Wisconsin came to my fucking store.

What made things worse? I walked into the building early. I will never make that mistake again.

I clocked in 45 minutes early. One of the head cashiers told me that if I came in early, I would be able to leave early.

That wasn't the case. I left at 8:30, which was my scheduled time. (And there is a hilarious story involving that....!)

My register had a line of customers that was at least seven people long; it didn't thin out until 6:30. Because of that (and the idiot head cashier who never changed my schedule on the chart), I got every one of my breaks late. By at least thirty minutes. To top it all off, the Sow was being her normal overbearing self, so I had to fight the urge to strangle someone. Man, was I ever happier than hell when 8:30 rolled around. I shut down my lane, put my drawer together, dropped it and left.

Not five minutes after I clock out, one of the heads was calling me back to the podium. It appears whoever wrote my schedule down royally screwed up: they had written me down for 11:30 to 9:30. A ten hour day. The longest we are supposed to work is nine hours.

They wanted me back on my register. I had to tell them that A) I had checked my schedule yesterday and it had said I would leave at 8:30 and B) 11:30 to 9:30 would be a TEN HOUR DAY. I even counted it out to illustrate my point. Rather than admitting she was wrong, head cashier KS (the same dumb bitch that bawled me out for "being late" on my breaks) said, "Well, you dropped your drawer anyway. Just go."

Wow, how big of you. Can't even admit that you're wrong. Either that, or you're too goddamned retarded to know that you're wrong.

I sometimes think I'm the only person in that building that has a functioning brain.

--Weasel, not looking forward to tomorrow at all.

So Close... So Very Close...

I was playing Pokemon XD yesterday and made some major progress; I've hit Citadark Isle.

I'm so close I can practically taste it.

Not long now and Shadow Lugia will be mine... and I will make him whole again.

.....

.....

IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!

I know good and damn well that I'm not nearly strong enough to go up against Greevil; I want to be at level 57 at least. I'll have to leave the island to go to the Colosseums and level up as much as possible. I know I have to do it, but it feels like an unnecessary delay to me. I really, really really want to Snag that Lugia. And I want to do it now. Leveling up just feels like a waste of time.

..........

Okay, that's it. I'm hitting the 'Cube. Now.

--Weasel, hoping she doesn't get Nintendinitis.

Loss

Just walked back from the post office. Doesn't sound so bad, but the temperature is -4 out there. To put it mildly, it's damn cold.

Couldn't sleep last night, even though I went to bed about an hour later than Prime. It was nearly 2am when I slipped beneath the blankets. I was exhausted as hell. Even then I didn't go to sleep; I merely sat up in bed and stared out the window, looking at the moon and the stars and the snow-covered rooftops and the denuded trees and the ever present steam from the paper plant by the river. I sat there for Primus knows how long. Fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes maybe? I don't know; I didn't even bother looking at the clock. When I finally laid down I couldn't sleep then, either. I didn't want to sleep. At least twice I yanked myself out of dozing off (at one point I had begun to snore lightly), just to stare out the window and sigh.

How do you measure a life?

Is it measured in the number of breaths you take, or the number of times your heart beats? Is it measured by how many people love you? How well you love your job? How much wealth you've amassed? In the end, does it even matter?

No one is supposed to die at age twenty five.

At twenty five, you're supposed to get married, find a house, have a few kids, enjoy the better part of your career, hang with your friends, and plan for your future. Cancer isn't supposed to enter the equation and if it does, you're supposed to make a full recovery. You're not supposed to die.

But whoever said the Fates played by anyone's rules, except their own? Even the Gods could not oppose their will.

Prime's back at work today. I'm glad he is, but then again, I'd rather have him here with me. I don't like being alone.

I'm still pissed off at work; we've had other employees who have had minor tragedies (compared to this) befall them and management holds pot-lucks to raise money for them. There's a death in my family and I get squat. No wait, that's not fair; I did get something. I got yelled at by the head cashiers and I got my breaks cut short. Management wonders why our morale is so low.

Prime wants me to call a few Wal-Marts and look for some new Transformers. I'll do it later today. I'm thinking that this will be pointless as hell; Wisconsin is the ass end of nowhere and we rarely get new toys in our area. But I'll do it to make him happy.

All I want to do is crawl back into bed, stare out the window, and sigh.

--Weasel, trying to make sense of it all.

Life's a Bitch

Gods, I fucking hate my job.

As you all know, the glorious fuckers at my place of work (aka the 69th Layer of Hell) decided that attending Prime's brother's funeral was an unexcused absence. Before anyone asks, yes, I went in on time. It was a "good" thing I did. The moronic head cashier who had taken my call earlier that morning had not marked me as being potentially late. In other words, had I skipped out on the first few hours of work, the idiots in charge of that hellhole would have tried calling my apartment, wondering where in the hell I was. And when I would have arrived there, I would have ended up in the Ad Office getting my ass chewed out for being late. Worse still, since I called in Monday, I probably would have been written up or fired for missing time on Friday. And these idiots bitch and whine that the media is after them, trying to make them look bad.

But it gets "better". Just yesterday, one of the busiest shopping days of the season, I'm stuck on an express lane, getting yelled at by the heads to go faster because we have lines. Uh, no shit, asshole! Of fucking course we have lines! And me ratcheting up my speed didn't help the situation much. For every one customer I got out of the store, three more got in my lane!

But nothing tops what the assholes have been doing lately. On Tuesday and Wednesday, they've been calling me back early from my breaks. Not because we're busy, just because they think I've been gone too long. I swear to Primus, I damn near walked out Wednesday, when head (case) cashier KS tried to bawl me out in front of customers.

Man, I can't wait for tomorrow. I'll be checking for any local job openings. If I score a new place of employment, my current hellhole won't know about it.

--Weasel, "Fuck the two week notice shit. They don't deserve it."