[clear - refresh] ---NOT QUITE A MOP, NOT QUITE A PUPPET--- [created by may, modified by johnny b]
ABOUT ME:
Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


FAVORITE LINKS

My Place Of Biz
Miss Eva
MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ROSSER!
Mr. T! He Don't Pity No Fool, Dig?
Mr. Spaulding
Mr. Gonzo
Mr. Rampsberger
Pop Life
HEART PUNCH'D!
Flux Blog
Oh NO THEY DIN'T!
Support Your Weed Carrier
U.S.S. Mariner
Sports And Bremertonians
Kissing Suzy Kolber
Superficial
Cake And Ice Cream
Oh, Word?
Young, Black and Fabulous
SuperSonic Soul!
Sports Filter
Nah Right
FIRE JOE MORGAN!
Football Outsiders
College Football News
All Music
The Breaks


* m a y s t a r *
designs


Saturday, January 17, 2004
So.

I have been suspended from work.

The details: Last Saturday, I went ahead and closed for the closer, who was complaining about his hours and how he wanted some time off. Sure he was whining, but his schedule WAS rather messed up (reminds me of what mine looked like this summer) and I figured, hey, I need the hours. What the hell.

So I closed. Had to deal with some bullshit (the aforementioned security guard shit) and some guy who accused the craps dealer of cheating him, but after 3:30 it was all gravy. I got rid of all my cars and broke out by 5:15.

Unforutnately, I made two mistakes:

1. I left behind someone's bag and they did try to come and claim it. Security came to me the next night and broke my balls about it, but I didn't think it was a big deal at the time.
2. I forgot to change my signout time from 6 a.m.

Well, both of them came back to my boss and he called to let me know I had a week off, which means you're suspended. Enjoy the unpaid vacation.

Now I was pissed. Understandably so. Just because HE gets to pad HIS timecard and I get left holdin' the bag? (no pun intended.) I have to wait for 45 minutes so some fuck's bag doesn't get stolen? So, I get screwed over and he gets to do what he does because he's got friends in corporate?

But I cooled out, and I have to realize that I shouldn't go off half-cocked and ready to whip a man's ass over some bullshit. I've been screwed over a lot worse than this. That I do know.

So I'll have to do some damage control for now, and just go and find another job later. Anyone have any ideas, I'd love to hear them.

As for the party: It took me two hours to find the damn place, then I only stayed for 30 minutes because no one else from my department was there. It was a shitty place and mostly everyone was cliquey, so screw 'em.

Now, sites with naked and almost naked ladies. Later on, draft stuff from various sites. Damn you Devard Darling. Wait till next year!

(What's really weird was he went early in my game too. Bizarre shit.)


etch-a-sketched by john at 10:00 PM