It's Saturday morning, and I've already hit the point of consciousness wherein I can actually formulate thoughts and sentences somewhat coherently. Or can I? ajkoerjewioj! Just kidding. In all seriousness, it's good to be looking forward to this weekend. Katie and I have the kids for the weekend, and for reasons I can't explain, I think all's going to go rather well.
Perhaps it's just knowing that my family gets to all be together, if even for a couple of days. It could be because my mom and dad got a kiddie pool for the girls to enjoy. It could be because for the next two days, Katie and I won't have to worry about digging into our own supply of groceries. I know a part of it is not having to go into work until Monday. Halle-frickin-lujah to that!
I won't be bringing my laptop with me, though Katie will be bringing hers, so I won't likely be online much this weekend. I don't really worry about that on these weekends, though. I prefer to think that I get to soak up plenty of time with people I love, and that's more important to me than checking my e-mail. Unplugging for the weekend does a person good; I would recommend it to anybody who does most of their social interactions online.
Cheers!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Candy!!!
It's nothing spectacular, but Katie and I just picked up some candies from the bulk food aisle at Tops. It reminded me a little bit of what it was like to be a kid, being told that I could pick out any one candy I wanted, one pound, and no matter what it was, my parents would get it.
That was fine and dandy, until I realized I could just nab the most expensive shit in the aisle to drive my mother up a wall. Then, it wasn't cool anymore; it was just cause for mom to start throwing cans of soup at my head.
That was fine and dandy, until I realized I could just nab the most expensive shit in the aisle to drive my mother up a wall. Then, it wasn't cool anymore; it was just cause for mom to start throwing cans of soup at my head.
Meanwhile, at My Day Job....
Sooooooo, I work at a small chemical manufacturer as a 'cleaner', which is a pleasant way of saying I'm an underpaid janitor for the joint. This doesn't bother me in the slightest bit; it's actually a gig I've worked before, for a year and a half, at a New York State rest stop in Angola, New York. With a little more time in this kind of work, I can actually get myself a job at a school system in the custodial department. But that's beside the point entirely.
There are three cleaners at my place of work. There's the morning fellow, an evening cleaner, and myself. The morning fellow starts at 7 am and works until 3:30 pm. The evening cleaner starts at 3:30 and finishes at midnight. I'm an overlapping cleaner, starting at 11:30 in the morning, and staying until 8 pm. So for half of each of their shifts, they have a second cleaner.
This is about to change very soon, however. The evening cleaner is about to get canned, and the morning fellow informed our immediate supervisor that he'd be interested in switching to evenings. This puts me in the position of winding up as the morning fellow. Or at least, that's what our immediate supervisor wants.
However,
the evening supervisor wants the morning fellow to stay right where he's at, and bring me to evenings when the current evening cleaner gets shitcanned. So, there's going to be a bit of back-and-forth. It's a tug-of-war, and I'm apparently going to be the rope.
I don't want to be the rope. I want to be the evening cleaner. But I'm sort of without a voice in the whole process, which sucks majorly, because the morning fellow has seniority over me.
Why all the pronouns and failure to name names? Because I don't want to lose my job over my online activity! I don't want to wind up the Unemployed Fellow Who Opened His Big Fucking Yap Online and Got Into Trouble For It!
There are three cleaners at my place of work. There's the morning fellow, an evening cleaner, and myself. The morning fellow starts at 7 am and works until 3:30 pm. The evening cleaner starts at 3:30 and finishes at midnight. I'm an overlapping cleaner, starting at 11:30 in the morning, and staying until 8 pm. So for half of each of their shifts, they have a second cleaner.
This is about to change very soon, however. The evening cleaner is about to get canned, and the morning fellow informed our immediate supervisor that he'd be interested in switching to evenings. This puts me in the position of winding up as the morning fellow. Or at least, that's what our immediate supervisor wants.
However,
the evening supervisor wants the morning fellow to stay right where he's at, and bring me to evenings when the current evening cleaner gets shitcanned. So, there's going to be a bit of back-and-forth. It's a tug-of-war, and I'm apparently going to be the rope.
I don't want to be the rope. I want to be the evening cleaner. But I'm sort of without a voice in the whole process, which sucks majorly, because the morning fellow has seniority over me.
Why all the pronouns and failure to name names? Because I don't want to lose my job over my online activity! I don't want to wind up the Unemployed Fellow Who Opened His Big Fucking Yap Online and Got Into Trouble For It!
And So, We Begin
I cannot for the life of me remember how long ago I established this Blogger account, and for reasons best left unsaid, I have failed to utilize it as yet (okay, okay, I forgot I had the damned thing. Are you happy?!). Today, I'll begin changing that, as Facebook doesn't seem to me to be the best place to blog anymore. Why? Because it's frickin' Facebook, everybody and their cousin uses it, for every damned thing. I realize that's sort of the point of Facebook, but I personally feel it has lost some of its 'oomph' with all of the additional little applications and programs that are sort of rolled up into it. Facebook is like its own little internet now, and I think the Notes have outlived a lot of their usefullness.
I'll still use it, obviously, but mainly for the Penblade Writing Troupe, IMing, and short status updates, which will continue to link people to other sites, such as this one.
Let the oddity of me begin.
I'll still use it, obviously, but mainly for the Penblade Writing Troupe, IMing, and short status updates, which will continue to link people to other sites, such as this one.
Let the oddity of me begin.
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