Sunday, July 06, 2003
It's almost 3am (it will be after 3am when I get done writing this) and I'm sitting here eating "Cup'O'Life Noodles" and writing this.
First what exactly are "Cup'O'Life Noodles" you ask? If this is your query, then you my friend have never played the SNES game "Earthbound".
Earthbound is a cute little RPG that takes place in modern times. So there are no magical potions. There are cheeseburgers, fries and cup of life noodles. A twist on "Cup'O'Noodles" one finds in supermarkets.
Alright, I admit my humour is strange at this hour. Bear with me, I'm exhausted but I don't want to sleep just yet. I worked today from 4 to close which is my normal shift now. It's exhausting to say the least and I'm going to break a cardinal rule I haven't broken before. I'm going to talk about people I work with. The names will be changed to protect the whatever... innocent? Who knows.
There is a person I work with, a new person whom I shall call Bob. Now Bob is young and this is probably his first job. However. He's very difficult to work with and the other managers complain about him to the General Manager all the time. The heat comes back to me and I've heard that it's all my fault he's so difficult to work with and the latest thing is he's making me look really bad.
I finally put my foot down and wrote him up tonight. He's suspended pending further review by the GM. Most likely he'll be fired. I don't really feel great about the outcome but tonight was just insane. He was short with customers, crabby, dragging his feet and just unpleasant to work with. This sort of thing will make the owner insane if he sees a report on him. I did what I had to do but I wonder, how will Bob remember me in 20 years? It's that sort of thing that keeps me up at night eating "Cup'O'Life Noodles" and typing my heart out here.
What else is new? Let's get off the subject of work before a scandal is created... because my work would make Payton Place look like a Tupperware Party for nuns.
My youngest son Chad is visiting and today he let off a firework inside the house (brilliant! not.) burning up my oldest son's wool rug. Needless to say, the rug hit the fan and they fought. I'm not sure what the status is at the moment because the outcome occurred while I was at work. It seems calm though.
Brice spent the 4th on the coast and got to see the sun set there for the first time. I truly need a car so I can see this, too. He said it reminded him of a wok on it's side, sinking into the ocean. Interesting description!
Minka my foundling and "love-me! love-me!" is pregnant. I couldn't afford to get her spayed and my son's friends were careless with letting her out. So now I've got to either spay/abortion her or have the kittens. Frankly, I can't bear the thought of aborting them. It makes me want to cry.
And I'm still in love with the same man I've been in love with for months and months now. He knows. I believe he cares a smidgen but he's still involved with someone else. I have the worst possible luck with men, ever. Ever! *sigh* I should have just not even hoped from the beginning and I wouldn't be in this pickle now. "Here's me in a pickle! It's a huge pickle! How do they grow pickles so big?"
"This is a fine pickle I've gotten myself into. Should win blue ribbon at the county fair!"
Okay, I'm really tired and can't think of anymore witty pickle related puns.
Well, I could.... ;)
posted by Linnhe 3:24 AM