So this post was supposed to be posted the other day, but having an asshat in a minivan attempt to kill you causes a small amount of disruption in your routine. Jus' a little.
Well, the drama that is Toasty's. With even more drama than there was two days ago when I was originally going to post. The original drama goes like this: The new owner is a Jesus Freak™. He cut my hours to 0 last week, and when I asked him about it, he told me he wanted to give hours to some of the other employees to see who works the hardest, and lay off the lazy workers. He tells me he is keeping me on for sure, but gives me no hours. Makes sense? It gets better. For the better part of that week, he told me he was talking to the owner of a nearby 2nd Toasty's, who was short on employees, and was looking for someone to fill in. He told me all week that she was not returning his calls, and that he was doing his best to get me hours. Thursday I got sick of waiting, and I went to the 2nd Toasty's, and I talked to the owner there. She told me that she still needed help, and that Jesus-Freak™ wasn't answering her calls. Hmmm. I have already worked one day at the 2nd Toasty's, and I like it there. Sunday I found out that I was working at the 1st Toasty's 4 days. I was given Thursday, Friday, and Sunday off. w00t. So I called the 2nd Toasty's, and she scheduled me to work Friday and Sunday. I came in to work last night (Monday) at the 1st Toasty's, and found that my schedule was changed without my knowledge. I now have Monday(last night) Thursday, and Saturday off. I am now working at the 1st Toasty's on the two days that I had picked up shifts for the 2nd Toasty's.
That. Asshat. Charity has pointed out to me that Jesus-Freak™ isn't a very good Christian in that he is totally fucking with my livelihood. And he isn't even apologetic about it. He has lied to my face. He has done a whole number. Just in time for the Holiday season, too, which means money I was attempting to save up to buy Xmas gifts for my family will now go to rent, thus making me look like a schmuck to my family.
Thanks, Jesus-Freak™. I hope your God smites you, and drives you to Bankruptcy.
P.S. I will be putting in my two weeks notice tonight, or at the end of the week, and will be working full-time at the 2nd Toasty's. I have already worked it out with the owner of the 2nd one. I am tempted to try and get everyone else to jump ship with me. But she doesn't have enough work for that many people, and I am hungry.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Holy. Crap.
Not to sound to drama or anything, but I literally came within inches of death today. I was on the way home from work when some ASS-TARD in a blue minivan driving in the opposite lane comes rocketing through the green light that I was approaching, and attempts to make a left turn into the alley THROUGH me. Not in front of me, or not right behind me. Hellz no. This Fuck-Wit aims his fucking car Directly. At. Me. Only two conclusions come to mind. 1.)He saw me, and decided that I must die. 2.)He didn't even bother to look, and thank the Gods it was me there on a scooter, and not some old lady on the sidewalk, even less visible than I was.
I saw him turning at me, and only dumbluck saved me. I swerved to the right towards the curb, and in doing so tugged on the throttle, which gave me just enough acceleration to evade the fucker's car by milimeters. I am probably being overly dramatic, but I swear I could feel the heat of the dude's engine on my ass. I of course am laying on my horn the entire time. I cost through the light, and pulled over for a minute. I notice the back end of the minivan sticking out of the alley. I checked all my gauges. My headlights were on. It was approaching dusk, but still bright. The sun had set behind the Palos Verdes hill maybe only ten minutes prior. So it wasn't that I was invisible, or even all that hard to see. In fact, I had my high beam on, because some lady had almost turned in front of me earlier, but caught herself. That happens regularly enough that I can almost anticipate that. But a guy coming straight at me, getting an eye full of FUCKING HEADLIGHTS should be able to see me.
I'm not one to scare easily, but that scared the crap out of me. If there had been a car parked on the curb where I swerved (I checked, it is a legal parking area), I would have been hit. I would have had no where to go. Because the damn fool never even hit his brakes. Not even after he saw me. At least, I didn't hear any screeching. I would expect that I should have heard something.
After a few moments, I turned around and tried to follow the van into the alley, because I felt at the very least I deserved a damn good apology, and he deserved a bit of a lecture, and even some ass-chewing, because that could have been a little old lady, or some mother and child on the sidewalk. But by the time I made it back that way, Homeboy was long gone. And that frustrates me. He waited there for a few moments, I had noticed, but was nowhere to be seen by the time I got back there. I guess I can't really claim it was a hit and run, since he didn't hit me (No thanks to him!). But still. He probably went home, kissed his wife or girlfriend, and asked how her day was. No one will ever know that he is a reckless, irresponsible driver, and a danger to countless people on the road. I hope that it scared him just as much as it scared me. But in my cynicism, I doubt it did. After all, it would have cost him a $200 deductible and possibly some jail time. It would have cost me my life.
So Internets. Pay attention to what's going on around you when you are driving. Please. Don't be that guy in the blue minivan.
I saw him turning at me, and only dumbluck saved me. I swerved to the right towards the curb, and in doing so tugged on the throttle, which gave me just enough acceleration to evade the fucker's car by milimeters. I am probably being overly dramatic, but I swear I could feel the heat of the dude's engine on my ass. I of course am laying on my horn the entire time. I cost through the light, and pulled over for a minute. I notice the back end of the minivan sticking out of the alley. I checked all my gauges. My headlights were on. It was approaching dusk, but still bright. The sun had set behind the Palos Verdes hill maybe only ten minutes prior. So it wasn't that I was invisible, or even all that hard to see. In fact, I had my high beam on, because some lady had almost turned in front of me earlier, but caught herself. That happens regularly enough that I can almost anticipate that. But a guy coming straight at me, getting an eye full of FUCKING HEADLIGHTS should be able to see me.
I'm not one to scare easily, but that scared the crap out of me. If there had been a car parked on the curb where I swerved (I checked, it is a legal parking area), I would have been hit. I would have had no where to go. Because the damn fool never even hit his brakes. Not even after he saw me. At least, I didn't hear any screeching. I would expect that I should have heard something.
After a few moments, I turned around and tried to follow the van into the alley, because I felt at the very least I deserved a damn good apology, and he deserved a bit of a lecture, and even some ass-chewing, because that could have been a little old lady, or some mother and child on the sidewalk. But by the time I made it back that way, Homeboy was long gone. And that frustrates me. He waited there for a few moments, I had noticed, but was nowhere to be seen by the time I got back there. I guess I can't really claim it was a hit and run, since he didn't hit me (No thanks to him!). But still. He probably went home, kissed his wife or girlfriend, and asked how her day was. No one will ever know that he is a reckless, irresponsible driver, and a danger to countless people on the road. I hope that it scared him just as much as it scared me. But in my cynicism, I doubt it did. After all, it would have cost him a $200 deductible and possibly some jail time. It would have cost me my life.
So Internets. Pay attention to what's going on around you when you are driving. Please. Don't be that guy in the blue minivan.
To be continued...
For someone that in the past was a heavily Manic-depressive person, I have a pretty positive outlook these days. Which is why I haven't been posting lately. I was hit with some pretty major depression this last week, and I really didn't want to share it with the world. I don't even think Charity noticed until just the day before yesterday. I was having work issues, the issue being the new Jesus-Freak™ owner at the Toasty's I work at. I am still not sure what is going on with him, and I don't have time to give an in-depth play by play of what has happened, but suffice to say I am talking with the owner of the other Toasty's in my town, and am actually heading out to work there right now. For the immediate future, I am now working three jobs. Two seperate Taosty's stores, and my job on the boats. When I get home tonight, if I am not dead tired, I will post all the drama that set me off on my depression, and what has happened that turned it back to the upswing.
A big thanks to Charity for all of her love and her kindness. Even when she is hainv her own problems, she always manages to make me feel better. I hope I return the favor even half as well...
A big thanks to Charity for all of her love and her kindness. Even when she is hainv her own problems, she always manages to make me feel better. I hope I return the favor even half as well...
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Money matters, or Financial Funnies.
I get paid by both of my jobs every two weeks, on a Friday. As it happens, both jobs pay on the same Friday, so every 2nd Friday, I do the Paycheck Collection Pilgrimage across San Pedro. And then to the bank with my l00t. Well, this past Friday, the amount on my paychecks was a lot more than I was expected. More so that I already have my rent for next month, and my cell phone bill that is coming up. Nice. So next paycheck is not earmarked for anything.
The thing I find most odd is now that I know I don't need the money, I am working harder to get more hours to get more money.... Is that weird? I just want to have lots of money that I don't have to spend on anything but me and my girl. And to save up for rainy days.
Now that I think of it, there are a few things I need to pay for next paycheck. I need to get my scooter a Tune-Up, as well as possibly getting the rear brakes looked at. I put a lot of miles on it. More than it was probably designed for. That and there are a lot of steep hills in San Pedro. So it wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I will try to post more later. Bye Internets.
The thing I find most odd is now that I know I don't need the money, I am working harder to get more hours to get more money.... Is that weird? I just want to have lots of money that I don't have to spend on anything but me and my girl. And to save up for rainy days.
Now that I think of it, there are a few things I need to pay for next paycheck. I need to get my scooter a Tune-Up, as well as possibly getting the rear brakes looked at. I put a lot of miles on it. More than it was probably designed for. That and there are a lot of steep hills in San Pedro. So it wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I will try to post more later. Bye Internets.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Another Job hunt begins...
Well, again begins the quest for a new job. My job at Toasty's while not gone, will be slim pickin's for a while now. The new owner laid off 3 people (we only had 8 to begin with), and cut the remaining people's hours back to make the store more cost effective until the business picks up. I managed to extract from the new owner the pledge of at least 20-25 hours a week, which combined with my other job, will enable me to make rent and such. Barely. I will have to give up some vices, such as spending money on my girlfriend and eating.
That was a little dramatic. It isn't really that bad. I can make ends meet. The new owner asked me to stick with them through the tough times, and I would be rewarded when the prosperity hits. That's nice. Because full time on min wage is soooooo prosperous. Thanks, I will pass. I will take the 20-25 hours I can get, but I will simultaneously start searching for another job, and when I find it, I will bail from Toasty's. I don't need the stress of making dollars stretch as far as I can, and I sure ass hell don't need the Religous-Crap being spouted at me for 8 hours a day. The new owners are Bible-Thumpers. Apparently so are most of the other workers, but they had the civility to keep it to themselves until now. Now everytime I show up at work, I hear Religious ravings. I think I already ranted a bit about this. Something about it being the work of the Enemies of God preventing the shop from doing well. It was no such thing. It was the fact that the previous owners had no business savvy. And that the young man running the store in their abscence had never been formally trained. He was doing a pretty good F*cking job without any guidance. But it wasn't up to standard, and I have no problem with getting things up to speed. But I have a major problem with blaming it on Satan. Please. I am counting the days until the summer schedule is back in effect at my other job. Which reminds me, I need to post my phone number at the time clock their to pick up last minute shifts at my other job.
That was a little dramatic. It isn't really that bad. I can make ends meet. The new owner asked me to stick with them through the tough times, and I would be rewarded when the prosperity hits. That's nice. Because full time on min wage is soooooo prosperous. Thanks, I will pass. I will take the 20-25 hours I can get, but I will simultaneously start searching for another job, and when I find it, I will bail from Toasty's. I don't need the stress of making dollars stretch as far as I can, and I sure ass hell don't need the Religous-Crap being spouted at me for 8 hours a day. The new owners are Bible-Thumpers. Apparently so are most of the other workers, but they had the civility to keep it to themselves until now. Now everytime I show up at work, I hear Religious ravings. I think I already ranted a bit about this. Something about it being the work of the Enemies of God preventing the shop from doing well. It was no such thing. It was the fact that the previous owners had no business savvy. And that the young man running the store in their abscence had never been formally trained. He was doing a pretty good F*cking job without any guidance. But it wasn't up to standard, and I have no problem with getting things up to speed. But I have a major problem with blaming it on Satan. Please. I am counting the days until the summer schedule is back in effect at my other job. Which reminds me, I need to post my phone number at the time clock their to pick up last minute shifts at my other job.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Words of Wisdom....
"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, 'You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.'"
~ George Carlin
~ George Carlin
Chop Suey.
The following is a conversation I had today with my Chinese Delivery resteraunt. Only they didn't deliver today. Mind you, that was the least of the problems. for tonight, I present to you:
At this point, I need to point out that My girlfriend likes the small ones. She says the big ones are rubbery. I think shrimp is t3h 3vil. Period. But I digress.
CFG: Yes, we have shrimp.
Me: Yes, what size are they. Large? or small?
CFG: We have Tiger Shrimp. (Like this helps me...)
Me: Are the shrimp big ones, or the small ones as big asa quarter?
CFG: Tiger shrimp for food, small shrimp for fried rice. You want fried rice?
Me: No. Can I get the small shrimp in the Chop Suey?
CFG:Sure, no problem. Anything else?
Me: Beef Curry, please?
CFG: What?
Me: Beeeeeeeeeeef Cuuuuurrrrrrrryyyyyy.
CFG: Okay.
I love Chinese Delivery peoples. Meanwhile, Mad Charity is tearing up with laughter for the second time that evening. The first being when some random commercial came up in the middle of some nature show's credits. Completely random, and apparently hyseterical. She needed a tissue to wipe the tears. Serious. But the Chinese Food Guy? Genuinely funny. While annoyed, I was having a hard time keeping a straight tone in my voice. I wanted to laugh at him, but I am nothing, if not polite.
Chin chin!
"Bad Engrish Theatre"
Chinese Food Guy: Hello this is Chinese Food.
Me: Yes, I would like to ask some questions.
CFG: You want what?
Me: I want to ask a couple of questions
CFG: Hold on...(pause, then new voice, with better pronunciation) Hello?
Me: What is in Chop Suey?
CFG: You want Chop Suey?
Me: No, I want to know what is in it.
CFG: In what?
Me: The Chop Suey.
CFG: Yes, we have. You want Chop Suey?
Me: (insert girlfriend in hysterics in the background, as this call was on speakerphone.) No, I want to know what the Chop Suey is made out of.
CFG: Lots of Vegetables. Like 7 different ingredients.
Me: Is it vegeterian? No meat in it?
CFG: We can put meat in it. You want beef or chicken?
Me: Do you have shrimp?
CFG: Yes. You want shrimp?
Me: I have a question. Do you have the big shrimps, or the little shrimps?
At this point, I need to point out that My girlfriend likes the small ones. She says the big ones are rubbery. I think shrimp is t3h 3vil. Period. But I digress.
CFG: Yes, we have shrimp.
Me: Yes, what size are they. Large? or small?
CFG: We have Tiger Shrimp. (Like this helps me...)
Me: Are the shrimp big ones, or the small ones as big asa quarter?
CFG: Tiger shrimp for food, small shrimp for fried rice. You want fried rice?
Me: No. Can I get the small shrimp in the Chop Suey?
CFG:
Me: Beef Curry, please?
CFG: What?
Me: Beeeeeeeeeeef Cuuuuurrrrrrrryyyyyy.
CFG: Okay.
I love Chinese Delivery peoples. Meanwhile, Mad Charity is tearing up with laughter for the second time that evening. The first being when some random commercial came up in the middle of some nature show's credits. Completely random, and apparently hyseterical. She needed a tissue to wipe the tears. Serious. But the Chinese Food Guy? Genuinely funny. While annoyed, I was having a hard time keeping a straight tone in my voice. I wanted to laugh at him, but I am nothing, if not polite.
Chin chin!
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