Ten Rounds With Jose…Kind Of Day…
Blathered by Jade on 07-02-2004 at 6:07 pm
[Listening to: It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere - Alan Jackson & Jimmy Buffett - (03:54)]
WHOOOOOOAAAAAH Nelly!It’s been a day. Lemme tell ya!I’ll start with, I actually LOVE getting to work so early and leaving so early! That right there rocks! I haven’t worked a day shift like this for 4 1/2 years. So, for that long, I’ve only seen my children for about a half an hour a day ( during the school year). Yea. I am going for the Mother Of The Year Award. Pssht.So, now I only work 6:30 am to 3:00 pm. YEA! I get to spent every afternoon and evening with my children. Life rocks.On to today.(Bear with me, I’ve had two shots of tequila and two coronas.)
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I just want to interject that I am having serious Lyoness withdrawls too.)
So, thing is, I was TOTALLY tested today! I just took over this position on Wednesday, and I got slammed into a wall today. Today was the day we tested to see how good I really am. I walked in to a tornado today! Everything that could go wrong in there, had. I was pulling my hair out. Besides the fact that it was a full moon last night. Pssht. I know that there are people out there that don’t believe in the full moon theory and all, but take it from an ex EMT, there is such a thing! If you want stories, just email me and I’ve got plenty to send out, just don’t eat before you read them!I walked in the door from work, took two shots of tequilla, sat outside with HIM while we chatted a bit, then I came in to relax at the computer while I await my mother’s charriot. Yes, mother is dragging me to the mall for the “great 4th of July sales!”, like, OMG! Ok, if you know me at all, I absolutely HATE, shopping. But, I do adore my mother, and with as much as she does for me with babysitting my kids, no charge, how does one say “no”? I love my mommy.Lioness, I shall call you later, hopefully you’ll still be up. I am so sorry you and little D aren’t feeling well. I love you guys!Now that my washing machine is fixed, I’ll be spending the rest of my time doing laundry. Yes, didn’t you hear?! My washer blew up on me. It’s fixed now. No worries. It’s about time. Pssht.I fell like i am always playing catch up.I wouldn’t trade my life for anything in the world.I am a Gemini after all.Boring kills me.............
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[Listening to: It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere - Alan Jackson & Jimmy Buffett - (03:54)]
WHOOOOOOAAAAAH Nelly!It’s been a day. Lemme tell ya!I’ll start with, I actually LOVE getting to work so early and leaving so early! That right there rocks! I haven’t worked a day shift like this for 4 1/2 years. So, for that long, I’ve only seen my children for about a half an hour a day ( during the school year). Yea. I am going for the Mother Of The Year Award. Pssht.So, now I only work 6:30 am to 3:00 pm. YEA! I get to spent every afternoon and evening with my children. Life rocks.On to today.(Bear with me, I’ve had two shots of tequila and two coronas.)
(
I just want to interject that I am having serious Lyoness withdrawls too.)
So, thing is, I was TOTALLY tested today! I just took over this position on Wednesday, and I got slammed into a wall today. Today was the day we tested to see how good I really am. I walked in to a tornado today! Everything that could go wrong in there, had. I was pulling my hair out. Besides the fact that it was a full moon last night. Pssht. I know that there are people out there that don’t believe in the full moon theory and all, but take it from an ex EMT, there is such a thing! If you want stories, just email me and I’ve got plenty to send out, just don’t eat before you read them!I walked in the door from work, took two shots of tequilla, sat outside with HIM while we chatted a bit, then I came in to relax at the computer while I await my mother’s charriot. Yes, mother is dragging me to the mall for the “great 4th of July sales!”, like, OMG! Ok, if you know me at all, I absolutely HATE, shopping. But, I do adore my mother, and with as much as she does for me with babysitting my kids, no charge, how does one say “no”? I love my mommy.Lioness, I shall call you later, hopefully you’ll still be up. I am so sorry you and little D aren’t feeling well. I love you guys!Now that my washing machine is fixed, I’ll be spending the rest of my time doing laundry. Yes, didn’t you hear?! My washer blew up on me. It’s fixed now. No worries. It’s about time. Pssht.I fell like i am always playing catch up.I wouldn’t trade my life for anything in the world.I am a Gemini after all.Boring kills me.............
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Good food, good times…..good life.
Blathered by Jade on 06-30-2004 at 12:06 am
A wonderful night tonight with my family. We had an excellent dinner, I made Beef Stroganoff, home made, with garlic bread, salad and home made Italian dressing. We played bingo 4 times and the Bean won all 4 games! I think there’s angels playing for her! The Crack dog came in the house again today, and not five minutes after I let her in she went straight to the 11 year old’s bed and peed right on her feet while she slept! I don’t know what to do with that dang mutt.....sheesh.My friend, J, is offering a little help with my site and the blog script to get things going at my domain. I emailed him tonight, so I sure hope that he can be of some assistance. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Save my computer from learning how to fly out of sheer frustration......Yes.I have to wake myself at 4:30am. I am NOT looking forward to this. I don’t do mornings well, but I know in time I will adjust because it means I get to be with my family more. Life is good.
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A wonderful night tonight with my family. We had an excellent dinner, I made Beef Stroganoff, home made, with garlic bread, salad and home made Italian dressing. We played bingo 4 times and the Bean won all 4 games! I think there’s angels playing for her! The Crack dog came in the house again today, and not five minutes after I let her in she went straight to the 11 year old’s bed and peed right on her feet while she slept! I don’t know what to do with that dang mutt.....sheesh.My friend, J, is offering a little help with my site and the blog script to get things going at my domain. I emailed him tonight, so I sure hope that he can be of some assistance. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Save my computer from learning how to fly out of sheer frustration......Yes.I have to wake myself at 4:30am. I am NOT looking forward to this. I don’t do mornings well, but I know in time I will adjust because it means I get to be with my family more. Life is good.
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Blathered by Jade on 06-29-2004 at 2:07 pm
AAACCCKKKKKPPFFFTTTT!
I am sooo trying to move this blog to my own domain, and I’ll tell you what, I’ve been out of the coding world for wayyyy too long! This is giving me one righteous headache! I want to host my blog on my own domain. Now, figuring out how to do it is the hardest thing I’ve done in I don’t know how long! IF ANYONE HAS ANY SUGGESTIVE HELP, PUUUHLEEZE POST ON MY TAGBOARD. I would love you forever..............
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AAACCCKKKKKPPFFFTTTT!
I am sooo trying to move this blog to my own domain, and I’ll tell you what, I’ve been out of the coding world for wayyyy too long! This is giving me one righteous headache! I want to host my blog on my own domain. Now, figuring out how to do it is the hardest thing I’ve done in I don’t know how long! IF ANYONE HAS ANY SUGGESTIVE HELP, PUUUHLEEZE POST ON MY TAGBOARD. I would love you forever..............
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Tequila Sunburns Tonight
Blathered by Jade on 06-28-2004 at 2:06 pm
Ahh, the sound of a cold beer buzzing to life......What a day this day has been! It was actually a strange day, emotionally. I have bad news, but had a pretty good day over all.Bad news first, get it over with. The Parvo Puppy.....is gone. For two days he’s been acting wired again. Limping on one leg, crying for seemingly no reason. Then his eyes began to get goopy again. He took him to the vet this morning, and was told he now has Distemper. AAAACCCKKKK! WTF?!
Ok. Deep breath. $900 freakin’ dollars just to test the dog for the various things that will need to be done for treatment. ?!@&%
::choke::
Not to mention that it will most likely be a two week hospital stay, plus the cost of meds, quarantine, food, I.V., plus rental for the fluid pump......Shall I go on? Remember the Parvo!!!!Here is where the most painful thing I’ve ever done comes into play. We sent the dog back to Sonora Animal Hospital (yes, the very same people I paid $1,500 to in order to fix the dog when he was dying from Parvo) and turned him over. By that, I mean, signed the paperwork that the dog was now theirs, basically, turning over parental rights. Now, I know there are some self righteous fucks out there who are going to go off about “What if that were one of your kids?!” Shut the fuck up. This isn’t one of my kids, and if it were, A) We wouldn’t be having this conversation and B)I’d be a very rich woman being the first human woman to give birth to a pure bred St. Bernard! Thanks any way, back to the story.What’s going to happen is, the animal hospital will fix him up ( assuming he wins the battle against Distemper)and then they will screen families until they find the right one for him (so they say) and they will then adopt him out. My puppy, my beautiful baby boy, is gone from me for good.My eyes are puffy and swollen. The flip side to the day was, today was the day I became a worker bee again. AHA! Grey shirts, chillin’ at the register all day. I LOVED IT!There was this couple who came through my line today, a perfect day and a perfect reminder of why I love this aspect of my job: the people.We were laughing and joking the whole time I was ringing up their groceries, ( I love to laugh!) when I’d commented on the Tequila I’d just rang through. In all seriousness, the man looks at me and states:
“I am allergic to tequila.”
I was like, whoa, I am so sorry buddy, that sucks for you! He then, in the same seriousness as before, states:
“Every time I drink it I break out in handcuffs.”
I laughed for 45 minutes after they left the store!Here, here! I tip my glass to the couple who reminded me what I love about my job and why I put up with the shit I do!
Here’s to customers like you......
Kisses to my baby Samson, wherever you are, G’night buddy. Mommy loves you.....
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Ahh, the sound of a cold beer buzzing to life......What a day this day has been! It was actually a strange day, emotionally. I have bad news, but had a pretty good day over all.Bad news first, get it over with. The Parvo Puppy.....is gone. For two days he’s been acting wired again. Limping on one leg, crying for seemingly no reason. Then his eyes began to get goopy again. He took him to the vet this morning, and was told he now has Distemper. AAAACCCKKKK! WTF?!
Ok. Deep breath. $900 freakin’ dollars just to test the dog for the various things that will need to be done for treatment. ?!@&%
::choke::
Not to mention that it will most likely be a two week hospital stay, plus the cost of meds, quarantine, food, I.V., plus rental for the fluid pump......Shall I go on? Remember the Parvo!!!!Here is where the most painful thing I’ve ever done comes into play. We sent the dog back to Sonora Animal Hospital (yes, the very same people I paid $1,500 to in order to fix the dog when he was dying from Parvo) and turned him over. By that, I mean, signed the paperwork that the dog was now theirs, basically, turning over parental rights. Now, I know there are some self righteous fucks out there who are going to go off about “What if that were one of your kids?!” Shut the fuck up. This isn’t one of my kids, and if it were, A) We wouldn’t be having this conversation and B)I’d be a very rich woman being the first human woman to give birth to a pure bred St. Bernard! Thanks any way, back to the story.What’s going to happen is, the animal hospital will fix him up ( assuming he wins the battle against Distemper)and then they will screen families until they find the right one for him (so they say) and they will then adopt him out. My puppy, my beautiful baby boy, is gone from me for good.My eyes are puffy and swollen. The flip side to the day was, today was the day I became a worker bee again. AHA! Grey shirts, chillin’ at the register all day. I LOVED IT!There was this couple who came through my line today, a perfect day and a perfect reminder of why I love this aspect of my job: the people.We were laughing and joking the whole time I was ringing up their groceries, ( I love to laugh!) when I’d commented on the Tequila I’d just rang through. In all seriousness, the man looks at me and states:
“I am allergic to tequila.”
I was like, whoa, I am so sorry buddy, that sucks for you! He then, in the same seriousness as before, states:
“Every time I drink it I break out in handcuffs.”
I laughed for 45 minutes after they left the store!Here, here! I tip my glass to the couple who reminded me what I love about my job and why I put up with the shit I do!
Here’s to customers like you......
Kisses to my baby Samson, wherever you are, G’night buddy. Mommy loves you.....
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Grey Matter
Blathered by Jade on 06-27-2004 at 9:06 am
Today is my first day back as a civilian at work. I am so excited, I don’t even thing getting up at the crack of dawn after closing the night before is really going to matter much to me right now.Coffee is almost done.Along with the joy of being a civilian, I also get to experience again the joy of the grey shirt. The “alternative” uniform. YES! I don’t have to look like a Mormon vampire any longer in the white button up collar shirt with a necktie. Have you any idea how uncomfortable that is? Have any of you ever, say, went rock climbing in your three piece suit? Um. Yeah. So, you can imagine.Grey Matters.I decided that I would ceremoniously wash the grey shirts last night, in preparation of my return to civilization. No, they weren’t dirty from hanging in my closet for a year, I just thought I’d wash ‘em any way. The washing machine, however, apparently had a different idea of how that was going to go. It filled up with water. And died. It must have been a very painful death too, for, it screamed for a long time. Loud and agonizing. And then, with a giant shrudder, it fell silent. Nothing was clean, just wet and soapy since the agitator didn’t go, and the screaming was too much for me to handle, so I moved the dial to the “spin” selection. No spinage, just drainage. Poor, poor, machine.As the grey shirt is coming out of the drying, I marvel at how it doesn’t need to be ironed. I can’t wait to feel the cotton on my skin while I stand in a checkstand, blending in with the rest of crew, a commoner once more. OH THANK YOU GOD!
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Today is my first day back as a civilian at work. I am so excited, I don’t even thing getting up at the crack of dawn after closing the night before is really going to matter much to me right now.Coffee is almost done.Along with the joy of being a civilian, I also get to experience again the joy of the grey shirt. The “alternative” uniform. YES! I don’t have to look like a Mormon vampire any longer in the white button up collar shirt with a necktie. Have you any idea how uncomfortable that is? Have any of you ever, say, went rock climbing in your three piece suit? Um. Yeah. So, you can imagine.Grey Matters.I decided that I would ceremoniously wash the grey shirts last night, in preparation of my return to civilization. No, they weren’t dirty from hanging in my closet for a year, I just thought I’d wash ‘em any way. The washing machine, however, apparently had a different idea of how that was going to go. It filled up with water. And died. It must have been a very painful death too, for, it screamed for a long time. Loud and agonizing. And then, with a giant shrudder, it fell silent. Nothing was clean, just wet and soapy since the agitator didn’t go, and the screaming was too much for me to handle, so I moved the dial to the “spin” selection. No spinage, just drainage. Poor, poor, machine.As the grey shirt is coming out of the drying, I marvel at how it doesn’t need to be ironed. I can’t wait to feel the cotton on my skin while I stand in a checkstand, blending in with the rest of crew, a commoner once more. OH THANK YOU GOD!
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