Aaaargh!! I can’t believe it! Here it is the 21st of March and we got several inches of snow on the ground last night! Yesterday started out all nice and warm and sunny, about 50= deg F, and by 9pm it was snowing! Aaarrrrrgggghhhh!
We were supposed to go to several Easter Egg hunts with the spawn today. (Well, I wasn’t, but I had arranged for someone to take the spawn...I can’t stand outside for very long...) But NOooooo! We have to have snow!
Aaaarrrrrggghhh! Now I have to explain to the spawn why they have to stay inside..again!! (Oh yeah, that will be fun.....NOT.)
Uuuuuurrrrrrrggggghhhh!
(...stamps around the cave spilling cookie crumbs and choco bits everywhere, frothing at the mouth...)
Remember, folks: convert to Eastern Orthodox soon after Sunday, and then you can have Easter (and lots of chocolate) again on April 27th! And maybe you can take the spawn out on an egg hunt then, too, Daveprime.
And Madmouse, you put that one fence post in upside-down.
We were supposed to go to several Easter Egg hunts with the spawn today. (Well, I wasn’t, but I had arranged for someone to take the spawn...I can’t stand outside for very long...) But NOooooo! We have to have snow!
Use white easter eggs in the snow. It would be so much fun.
I had fun yesterday. Went off to Earl Gray, a nice teahouse in Old Sacramento. They were having their annual Mad Hatter Tea Party. Lots of good tea, and silly fun. I’m regretting not wearing my bright patchwork vest, though.. It would have fit in well.
Well, technically I wasn’t in the rain, since I was in my home. But my home was in the rain. But not alone, since there were a bunch of other homes around it at the time that were also sitting in the rain. And I would imagine that there were other people in some of those homes, too, sitting around in their homes that were sitting in the rain. So I guess I wasn’t alone in the experience of sitting in a home that was sitting in the rain. Merely alone in this one particular home. Not that I was entirely alone here, either, what with this planet’s remarkable biodiversity.
So. . .I sat around at home. All alone in regards to fellow human company but not in regards to the shared experience of sitting in a home in the rain. In my dry and warm and cosy home that itself was in the rain, though the rain never came in contact with my own person.
Somehow that loses the dramatic impact of the initial lament, though.
We couldn’t have an outdoor Easter Egg hunt either, too much snow piled up. IT’s been sunny all weekend though, which has been really nice for a change.
I’ve just been up since 5:30am with a very excited 3 year old and have spent the day playing with Play-Doh and various Dora toys, and reading Thud (Discworld), which I found on the bargain table at Chapters for only $6.99 yesterday.
Gah. The thrill of second-hand marijuana smoke. I may need to have a little chat with my neighbours. . .
Aww, the Out Of Body Experience thread has been closed. It has been a part of the Forum so long that it felt almost like an old friend. Well, an old acquaintance. A rather annoying old acquaintance who tended to walk his dog in your front yard and listen to Wagner at full blast at two in the morning with his windows open. Hmmm. Why did we keep it around so long?
Greetings. I hope everyone had a good Easter (if you celebrate it).
Great looking fence, MM. But with all those slats missing you won’t be able to sunbathe nude out there. Not that you get much sun, what with all the rain. But you won’t be able to rainbathe nude, either.
Wow. Tonight was like Stalingrad in work. A David Bowie tribute band was on, and all went well until about 11 when our head steward bolted like the Devil was at her back through the pub and locked the front door. Locked us all in. Because one of the tossers at the techno night was denied entry and went apeshit kicking the door so we locked down until the police arrived. And they arrived in style- full riot van, about 10 coppers leapt out all within 5 minutes. Awesome.
And later, a guy went into the toilet and was confronted by- I kid you not- a guy, standing at the urinal, HAVING A WANK. This poor bastard goes to the lavvy and sees a man standing in full view shaking hot, white coconuts from the veiny love tree. Our steward was not pleased. I was shocked to be honest. I thought she’d beat him up as opposed to just throw him out. If I went to the toilet and saw a man having one off the wrist I wouldn’t bolt out as my natural reaction. I’d probably automatically boot him so hard in the balls they’d come out his nose. And we were a man (or woman) down as someone called in sick. Thank God I wasn’t in the club, it was like the fourth level of the Inferno down there.
This freaked me out- there’s this girl who’d been assigned to our work for the Comedy Festival to work the door as an official representative of the comedy mob, and we were doing quite a lot of stuff together (like, every single night she was in Glasgow we went to something after work) and I went to a party with her on Friday, and the Stand (comedy club) last night. Every single person in work was asking me about this bloody party and what happened and what’s happening with her and yes they all knew she had a boyfriend but everyone assumed something was going to happen anyway.
I didn’t know my love life was so important to everyone. I only found out last night she had a boyfriend (met him, nice guy, bought him a pint) and yes it was disappointing but the way everyone in work was acting… someone was giving me a pep talk. I mean, they’re taking this very seriously indeed. Bit strange actually, and I was rather flattered that the general opinion of the pub was that we were going to hook up boyfriend or no.
There was such an impression given, to be fair. I’ve had full-blown relationships where we spent less time together. Ach well, you can’t always get what you want.
Also, she told me that when she first got assigned to our door, someone in my work told her to ‘watch out for Alex’ because I’m ‘trouble’ apparently. I would dearly love to know who said that. What I like best is she invited me back to her house with her folks for a joint after being told this
Almost as fun as my weekend.
The Easter Sales bring in the wierdest people.
Had someone bitch and moan for 10 minutes becuase we couldn’t accept his check… for 15 dollars…
Had this one person, wanted to pay 5.99 in cash and the rest in debit, but hands me 7 dollars… ok…
Limit 2 per person for sales is our policy… so people just LOVE to come up to the till with 12 of the same item. And our tills our picky, if you ring in more than 2, the rest go for regular price. So you’d have to ring them in 2 at a time.... 6 debit transactions in a row and there is a line up.... Luckly I am assistant manager and I can change the limit. I just wanted to get the jerk outta the store.
Then you got thoes people who moan and complain for the freebies when the product they buy doesn’t get freebies. “Oh come on, I spend all this money and you’re not giving me anything?!” God damn people.
And our head office are being morons again. The whole staff had to write letters stating we know how to ID under 25 (becuase 2 of the stores got busted for not IDing). I put in my 2 cents about the situation for them. Why should we suffer becuase they cannot train managers who cannot train their own damn staff.
And also, the stupid Hair Dress place beside us. Well they keep throwing their garbage bags into the cardboard bin and not the trash bin, so we gotta fish the bloody things out. And you should see out back where they smoke… the wall beside their backdoor has black ash marks ALL over the wall and dried gum all on the sidewalk… I think we got more smokers at our store and there is maybe but ONE black ash mark on the wall by our doors. They are damned pigs.
Oh, and I decided to change my fast food routine for once and I went to McDonalds, I didn’t expect to wait 25 minutes for food with 3 people infront of me in line. I’ll stick with my Wendys, DairyQueen or A&W;for sure from now on. LoL. Also when I was at the McDonalds, 3 people came in from the drive through becuase their order was wrong.
