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It's even good when it's an artificial lake and second-hand cigarette smoke from further along the deck. Sufficient quantities of scotch can make pretty much anything enjoyable though.
After nearly 2 yrs. I quit my job. They got me to the point where I was in tears at least twice a week and my blood pressure was through the roof. Nobody should be expected to work from 8-5 without a break. This job sucked so much, that I had to bring the phone in the bathroom with me b/c I was the only one that could answer it without saying "Ola". When I started, I was just the cashier. Within two weeks, I was handed a key and asked to close. A couple of months later, it became "we need you to open too". The boss' daughter left, so I was doing the book keeping, billing, scheduling, ordering, etc., aside from cashier, cleaning, detailing cars and drying them off when we got busy(which was a lot). Customers would constantly tell my boss that I needed roller skates. The final straw was when I needed my pay stubs to get my kids health insurance. I asked the boss for a month to print them out, but he kept putting it off. When I finally said, I need them today!, the arguement started. Everyone on that job got paid cash b/c it was easier for them. When I did get my pay stubs, they were only for 30 hours @ $7.50 an hr.. I had to fight to get a raise to $8 an hour and I worked 45-50 hours a week, not 30. I'm beyond pissed right now b/c until I find a different apt., I can't even fight that b/c my old boss is my landlord as well. My crew misses me and wants me to come back, b/c I took good care of them. The whole crew at that car wash was Mexican, and they were the best group of guys I've ever worked with. I miss them, but I can't work under such barbaric conditions. Nobody should have to put up with that.
Hey Lerk!!
Stick around, man... what have you been up to these days?
well...as I said.. OLDER THAN DIRT I am up to ....
I've played Fallout 3 a lot, but now I have to fight grok for use of the console.
I got laid off (economic downsizing) at the newspaper, and of course no newspapers are hiring, since they're all circling the bowl right now...
and I've tried to get a job with design or internet firms and they are all run by young whippersnappers who take one look at my grey beard and give me the bum's rush out the door...
ha!
anyways, luckily my wife is working, but we're having to live on less than one third of our previous salary, ... I'm trying to get more freelance so I can be Mr. Mom to grok...
oh, and in my spare time I want to start screenwriting.
how is everyone else doing?
) and we got married about ten minutes into the relationship (well a month.) Been ten... no, 11 years now. Things are about as well as they can be. I got laid off / asked to leave / fired spectacularly a few times, and finally said @#$% it and started doing my own thing. Settled into a nice little online copywriting business. Wrote two books along the way too. just checking in folks... did a search and found you here.
Grok is now almost 12 years old!
I'm still an old fart! even older and now unemployed -- LOL!
anyways, just wanted to say hi and hope all you folks are fine and fantastic!
Lerk the avuncular.
but since this is the Jason Todd Robin
In another universe...
"Welcome back to Hollywood Squares."
I'll take Marlyn Monroe please.
"Thanks to the Paul Lynde and James Dean square... you win!"
::shudder::
I'm sure there's a lesson to be learned from this, but unfortunately it seems to be that you must choose between a short and miserable life in exchange for enduring fame OR live a long and reasonably happy life in exchange for that sad "Hollywood Squares"/Late Night Infomercial kind of fame.It's a real Monkey's Paw kind of situation.
Seriously though, the X-rays are getting into kind of tasteless Marylyn memorabilia territory, like they're finally starting to run out of legit stuff after 50 years. I'm just hoping in 10 years it's not like "Up for auction! This nasty clog we snaked out of Marylyn's drain!"
Wow - where to start? I was downstairs before school wandering around and for some reason I thought of all you guys. So, here I be.
Thinsg are going well - our eldest is in high school now, our youngest in Grade 6. We're still living in the same place and I'm still gainfully emploed as a principal.
There's a heap of other junk - it's been about a year since I came here - but everyone's well and happy.
Cheers from the Land of Oz
