Sunday Open Thoughts

Now for the hard part, uploading and editing and putting together into diary.

Gha, maybe tomorrow.  It's late.

;)

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones...

Yesterday was Good.  I was on the floor, putting away groceries and restocking stuff, until 8 p.m.  And working with my favorite 18-year-old (he started at 16 & so is fully trained by now: he'll even go into the walk-in freezer.  LOL, even I won't willingly do that!)

Today?  For four hours I had to try to train a newbie (also 18 & while I like his parents -- they are regular customers -- he has a long way to go before "work ethic" and his name belong in the same sentence).  FSM, it would have been less taxing to just do the stuff myself.

Dairy delivery.  The driver warned me -- and I like this particular driver, he's no-bullshit -- that the cooler was going to be very ugly when he was done.

OMFG.

They sent 7 skids.  We weren't that low on most stock to begin with.  I told the newbie to restock another cooler after the delivery: he didn't even try.

Can't say I blame him.  I usually dig through the creates to find the gallons or half-gallons I need.

Not today.  They're stacked too tall and too deep.

If there's a silver lining in all this, it's here: the hated manager told us to clear out the back room & just put shit on the shelves (where? they are full) b/c his new mgr. is supposedly coming in tomorrow.

After my coworker gave up, I did it.

I do not think the mgr. will be pleased with how I did it.

Completely ignoring rules & regs: I put it wherever it would fit.  That's my new boss's definition of restocking, and I really think the DA (his boss) should see the store in the true way he runs it:

Badly; or, into the ground.

English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street.
E. B. White  

Part of it, of course, is due to the fact that i'm not good at budgeting my time.  I have to learn to do that!  Gah!  How I wish I could learn and get some advice on learning to budget my time better.  That, imho, might well solve many, but not all, of the problems, if one gets my drift.

I'm excited about tomorrow night!  I'll keep you all posted!

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Preview pics!

This is the funniest picture ever, imo.  Notice how only one person is looking off the side at me and the camera while everyone else is looking ahead at the crowd?  That one person is Amanda Fritz, Portland CIty Councilwoman.  It's true what they say about pols and cameras!  Heh, I like her.  She's been very good.

In this shot, the mayor must have found a different camera though -

;)

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones...

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!" The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."