Another Bad Work Day

I was suppose to work from ten to seven. Worked instead from ten to two thirty. Yesterday at the day job, I was out by two. I really don't want to think about my coming paycheck. Well, at least I have two frozen turkeys in the freezer.

I only had one delivery. Actually I had two, but the second and last one, I had to bring back as the person who ordered and paid by credit card wasn't there. She had gone to Wallyworld and had left her phone at home. Even although every business looks at the ID and credit card, and WE TELL THEM that WE WILL, and must do so, and the slip must been signed by the cardholder, never the less, we quite often run into this situation. For some reason, pizza is different and they can just up and leave because "it's already paid for". I was so desperate that I actually hung out for 15 minutes in the hope that she would come back, before calling the store.

So at that point, having reminded the assistant manager that I existed, she sent me home. Yes, I spend my time there, doing this; starting the pizza sauce, setting up the salad bar, starting making salad, washing dishes, doing the last two over and over, emptying pizza sauce out, washing mixing bowl, starting making seven bags of pizza dough, making delivery take out salads, folding small and medium pizza boxes, putting them up, staying in the back and making sure I was doing something when assistance manger came to the back to smoke out the back door. She stands in the doorway and does it. I believe the law says 20 feet, yes? But I already have enough problems with this person, so I don't say anything. Besides the supervisors that I like sit right outside the door and smoke. Don't want to fuck them over.

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Put another foot onto Margaret's scarf. It's her Christmas present. Jackie's is done, Brother-in-law's is done, but offered it to Mr. Traffic last night (75th birthday!!!), co-worker's is halfway done. Bought some more yarn, so I can replace B-in-L's. Out of the Parton's Bohemia yarn, had to buy kacki colored chenille, blech. Like a man really going to like that. but, there was nothing darker in the super thick yarn.

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Feet are killing me. It's my shoes, they are BAD, must replace them. But my feet hurt so much, I just couldn't bear the idea of walking anymore and so, just went home after buying yarn. Only have two cans of cat food. Maybe the cats' can't count, . . . gonna be like that Got Milk commercial with the old lady and the powdered milk.

More Gunfire! Part Two

Just got home from second job and while I was getting out of my car, I heard two people firing off two guns, one after another. I know it was two different guns because the second one sounded bigger, deeper in sound, like a bass compared to an tenor. It could have been one person holding a gun in each hand, I suppose. I can heard the police coming to investigate it, now. I think each gun fired around six bullets. The gunfire wasn't so far away either, around a block I'd say, direction north of me. There's a park up there. That's in the direction of the worst neighborhood in my city. Always something going on up there. Last week two guys tried to kidnappeda seven year old girl who was walking home. She managed to wiggle free and get out of their car and run to freedom.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Last night, just as I was falling asleep, what do I hear, . . . crunch, crunch, crunch. Crap! Guess the Peeping Tom is back again. I mean, what else could it be? The house behind me that is being built has a fence around it and is padlocked all the time when the builders aren't there. It's no longer a easier shortcut. So, Peeping Tom is logically the only reason left for someone to be in my backyard at 12:30 a.m. Of course since I was literally at the edge of sleep, I was unable to get up and look. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had been able to get up. The person was leaving. There is only a short window of time before the person would have moved from a observable position to be unseeable [The enclosed patio block my view of the yard from the left, and a large shrub blocks my view of the yard from the right].

I guess I will put some more nylon thread up on the left side of the yard. I just don't when I will have time to do this. I am working 10 to 7 today and I start house sitting for Jackie tonight. And I work tomorow for the florist on my birthday.

The Coming Depression

Yes, I truly do believe this country is going into a depression. Everything is going pear-shaped. So, I wondered what it would be like, to have a depression now, in 2008/09, rather then in the 1930's? I know Americans live way different then we did then. We don't have family farms anymore, (my family lived in houses around an empty city block size patch of land that we farmed), we don't have the same kind of extended family like we did then (although, that might change), we have more access to cheaper food and clothes , but we have to travel much farther to work, etc. I went looking on the Internet for information on the Great Depression, I thought maybe I could extrapolate something useful. And I found I wasn't alone in wondering how this depression will be different. I found this.

I am very worried about both my jobs. They are both dependant on people having excess money to spend on flowers and pizza (case in point . . . I only delivered three pizzas last night and I was the closing driver!). In other words, I am afraid of losing both my jobs, because I am afraid both businesses will go under. Paycheck is already getting smaller as I am going home earlier and earlier. Tips are much smaller. I need to find a better, more secure job(s). And like the article said I'm going to look at government work. . . just like everyone else in this valley. Great odds.

Must kick butt in gear on clearing backyard so I can start a kitchen garden. Also must talk to sister. . . she already has chickens and rabbits. She used to have a garden as well, but ran out of time for it when Margaret started 4-H and volleyball. Time to start it up again. I'm sure she already knows this too. She is experiencing 2 to 3 last minute cancellations everyday at work now. Getting your teeth cleaned is a luxury, when your house/job is going down the drain.

Also must start looking for canning supplies at Salvation Army/thrift shops. Before everyone else does.

Worst Night Ever

I was the closing driver for the pizza place tonight. I had three deliveries. Four hours working and only three deliveries! I have been delivering pizza for eighteen years, and it has NEVER been this bad.

I'm very scared.

GAD!

Two weeks ago, I joined "Plenty Of Fish." This is a free on-line dating site. Sharon at work had joined and I was drunk. Yes, I filled out my little descriptor paragraph while intoxicated. AND, I put on a picture of me that I took over a year ago, of me after I had worked sixteen hours with out any breaks.

Strangely enough, I have gotten two responses. The first one we shall completely disregard, as it was composed of nine amotioncoms and the words "and sex." Way to make an impression, you non-verbal dude. I run screaming away from you.

The second one. . . seems nice, but wants to break the rules. He has given me his telephone number in a e-mail. Scary. I would much rather e-mail for a while. Also, he lives like 40 minutes away, by freeway.

But I have realized, that I don't have enough time (or money) to date. I have trouble keeping up with the two friends I have left! How would I find the time to date and still see my two friends?

Later, on Friday night;

it's not like I've changed my mind about not dating or having sex. It's that I'm human, and actually quite torn about dating again. I WANT to, but I'm so afraid. I have so much to lose and frankly, after what Brad did to me, and all my other boyfriend/husband I really, really sincerely doubt my ability to identify a good man. So, the verdict, based on my track record, I'm not going to date anytime soon.

Got the Brakes Done

Umh, I thought the inspection price was the whole price. $48.00. Ya, right. When I walked back to the car repair place (ya me! Walked like four miles today), I was presented with a bill for $159. Which is much more believable.

Car runs beautifully now. I guess this means that there is no need for bushing, and that the paint bucket I hit on Halloween didn't do any permanent damage, other then spraying white paint on the underside of my car.

So, since I did walk around four miles today, I have no interest in doing any house work. I have shot the whole bolt of energy just getting home and then walking back. Did crochet a bit. Otherwise, my plans are to just sit around and mess around with the Internet.

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Got the other Tom Standage book "The Neptune File," and I think I will retire to the bedroom and Goosie cat and read it.

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P.S. I didn't realize that the cat food cans were two deep. It's actually 12 days of food!

OOOH!!!!!

Best Friend just dropped off eight days of wet cat food for cats! Maybe she read this blog! OOOH, thank you Best Friend. The kitties will really appreciate it. AND so do I!

I figured too soon, or I counted my chickens before they hatched.

So,

A. I screwed up and paid the AT&T bill without realizing that I had made a verbal agreement with them for them to take out the money. So I'm down $150.00. Spent too much on snacks and yarn.

B. Should have not gone out to eat with Best Friend.

C. And. . . the screamers are starting to go off on brakes. I'm going to work on it and try desperately to live on my tips, but I do have to buy food, and get brakes done, and pay T-Mobile. When do I get paid next? I have a hideous feeling it's another week. Must make big tips and the cats will live on crunchies only (unless Best Friend will cough up some moola for our cats.)

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I read a wonderful book on the telegraph by Tom Standage, called "The Victorian Internet." In the 1st chapter, the author brings up what he calls "one of the first urban myths," i.e.; that there already existed a device that acted like a telegraph in the sixteenth century! It could operate over great distances, spelling words, letter by letter. Two devices (lodestones or needles) would be in sync with each other, and would operate in union over space and time. Doesn't this sound like entangled quantum objects? It's as if some person of our time with generalized science knowledge was throw back in time, and his cell phone charge lasted long enough for him to convinced the local influential gentry that he was the genuine article and not insane. Just enough to leave this little tidbit of information, with nothing to back it up.

I mean, how else could you explain this belief? What could it possibly come from?

The scarf I crocheted in Partons Bohemian

It's Beatnik Blues color. It's so soft, so sensual to work with. Got this photo from my own Twitpic's feed!