Hey again. Welcome, again, to my usual work morning ritual... Where ranting is a pleasure. On todays agenda we've got no trucks, two employees, heavy rain, and one hell of a long night in store for me. Weekends at this place are the worst unlike retail, where weekends are the busy days. I can see this weekend, or at least today, going bad for me. I woke up at 1:45 only to find that when Shane set my alarm for 12:30 he apparently forgot the importance of the AM and PM part of time. It's there for a reason... I'm starting to think that the world would do better in army time. It may take a while for people with learning disabilities to catch on, but that's probably why most of them don't work anyways. And with time being their issue the only thing they'd have to worry about missing is their daily episode of Reading Rainbow. But I'm sure PBS wouldn't mind giving a double showing for the special ones... one in the morning, and one in the evening... just in case ;) You can call me cruel, I'll only disagree.
So here I am, lonely me, in the Guard House at 0241 with nothing to do but rant my heart out with what little vocabulary I have left... moving to South Carolina really takes it from you. You can think Larry the Cable Guy and Jeff Foxworthy define redneck all you want... just wait til you meet some of the people out here. You will learn the true meaning of “ghetto-rig” as you follow the head of the last person who yelled “Holy Shit!” It gets interesting. In the south Duct tape is a necessity and the brain is only there due to genetics... I'm still waiting for rednecks to evolve into a new brainless species.
Excuse me while I go heat up some more “Farm Rich Mini Quesadilla Slices.” I'm in the process of redefining “midnight snack.” Why do they have to make the title so elaborate? And why sell a bag of 10-12 MINI slices for 6 bucks?! Any why say on the package 10-12 slices? Why not just make it the same in every bag? Idk about you, but If I'm paying 12 bucks for two of these things, and one bag has 10 and the other 12, I'm going to back for a refund and a game of Deal or No Deal in the frozen foods section. Oh, and to the genius behind the spork... while you were busy mutating America's fork, you could have at least gone a step ahead and added a few rivets to the side for it to be used as a knife as well. It would make my 2am Mini Quesadilla eating a bit more enjoyable.
0311. I'm at the bottom of my Mt Dew and I've eaten 5 mini quesadilla slices total this morning with one remaining at my side on my napkin/plate. Last year at this time I could have eaten the entire bag and still have room, now... it's more like, take a few bites of one and feel full, but it's yummy so let's shove down four more... I'm slowly finishing number six over here... no thanks to my spork which I gave up on 20 minutes ago.
0324. Still sitting here, with my head in my hands trying to come up with another rant to entertain you only to realize I've gone temporarily brain dead. Looking around the room at things to criticize. Altec Lansing, Hard Drive, Pager... aren't those just a little bit out of date? Touch lamp, phones, CB radio, scrap paper, 401K meeting next month... sounds fun. Is someone bringing donuts? Newspaper... there might be something interesting in there. Lol, a headline saying “Suspect shoots girlfriend, self.” Uhm, what does that mean? He shot his girlfriend himself, he shot her AND himself. No idea. “Crime in the County.” Now THAT'S a big surprise. If you randomly get the urge to want to shoot someone, hold up a store, break into a car, or even rob a bank you aren't going to be like, “hmm, what county do you want to do it in? This one has a low crime rate, so let's go to the next one over...” Yeah.. no. Haha, okay. True statement... The title of this section, “Ask a Doc.” The question, “One of my knees has a stabbing pain on twisting it. Is this normal?” *blank stare* Is the PAIN normal, yes. My advice... stop twisting it. Wow, just wow. Next headline. “Unique Hell Hole project will mix fun and work” ...and we wonder why the world is the way it is. Just a little taste of the South.
0353. Almost two hours have gone by, and I've still got six more to go... It's hasn't really been all that bad this morning. I'm not killing myself to stay awake, but then again I did manage to down 6 quesadilla slices despite my stomaches wishes. And here comes the rain. It's picking up bad... there's a thunderstorm warning.. duh. There's also a tornado warning til 6am. They said the thunderstorm warning was only until 3am... good job guys. But it's 0400 now and its worse than it was. Don't you just love the weather forecasts? They tell you the weather an hour before it happens (and even then it's not right), and if you think about it... it's already happening, it just hasn't hit your area yet. So they make themselves sound smart by giving the forecast to the people who are in the path of the storm.. isn't a forecast supposed to tell you what the weather will be a decent time in advance? All you got to do is call the person to the West of you... “hey Grandma, is it raining over there?” “nope.” Then call the person to the East of you, “hey Ma, how's the weather?” “pouring, it's heading you're way” “Thanks!” then call Grandma back... “hey Grams, got some rain heading your way.” “Is that so, Thanks Honey”... a couple hours later the weatherman makes his brilliant statement... “Rain heading towards Berkely county this afternoon...” Good job weatherman, Good job. He'd have better luck with his career doing stand up comedy in the ER. At least then he'd get money for suing the people who threw things at him for his inappropriate timing. It might even help the patients too. I mean, if you're home and throw something at the weatherman when you get frustrated all you get is a bill for a new TV. If you do it in the ER, the bill is accompanied with the joy of knowing he finally got what he deserved, so it's not all that bad. Kinda like the people who figure life in jail is worth assassinating Obama. I'm not putting in my opinion here, it's just a statement.
0418. Still sitting, still waiting, still nothing going on. The rain has let up a bit and I hear the wind howling... it's kinda creepy if you think about it. I was just reading an article in that paper about a journalist who stayed the night alone in a house that is presumably haunted on the night of Halloween. The Wampee House. According to the paper it's been said that objects were being moved or just missing entirely only to be found later at a completely different location. They say that there's an Indian Maiden who died following her husband into battle. Apparently she's been seen standing on the front steps of the house, welcoming all who “dare to come in.” They say there's also a child in a blue dress who's been seen standing in the upstairs bedroom looking out the window. As well as a pirate that wondered away from his ship in Stony Landing. Lights appear in windows, stuff like that. It's interesting. The journalist said he didn't see anything, didn't feel anything, but it was also said that he has had some experiences before, although he never mentioned what they were.
I know a few people who've said they've seen things like this, and it's creepy, bc they will be telling me about it, and someone else will walk in and join in the conversation and start describing the same thing that the other person saw. Neither of them mentioning to anyone before that they've seen what they did. It just amazes me how the possibility of something this paranormal being real... is, you know, a good possibility. When you hear two people you know, love, and trust telling stories back and forth to each other about the same child in a doorway, or the shadow of a man, the perfume of a woman, a baby crawling down a hallway... none of which you yourself has experienced, but you remember very clearly the extreme sense of paranoia you had while in that same house. You can't help but think about it. You can't help but question it. I've never been one to believe in anything like that, but after you hear the stories and remember how you felt... you kinda have to. What I just mentioned about the family in the house, was actually being told to me by my Mom and my brothers about the house we moved out of a year ago this month. And I remember feeling like a stupid little kid when I'd want to go to my bedroom down the hallway, but first I'd have to turn on a series of lights and go back and turn them off one by one as I made my way back there. And then once I was back there I'd put my back to the door or lay down on my bed and just look around. There are times I'd be sleeping and I'd just wake up and roll on my back and look around the room to see who was there. I always felt that there was something there. I hated it. I felt like a stupid little kid who was afraid of the dark. I don't mind telling the story now as I see the reasoning behind it. I was actually asked by Mom if I ever heard the toilet seat slamming down in the middle of the night... which at first I said no. But a few days later I was thinking about it and I remember nights when I would lay in bed and I'd hear the toilet seat slam. The bathroom was right across from my bedroom but I always slept facing the wall, not the door. And I remember listening for the boys footsteps, bc usually it was them getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but there were nights I never heard anything. I always thought it was just bc I dosed off and woke back up, maybe not. Apparently the janitor told Mom about this soon after we moved in. He told her it's been hard finding someone to stay in this house bc people say it's haunted and they leave. We were there for 15 years. It really does make you wonder tho.
0447. I think I'm gunna try my luck at some Spider Solitaire... 0526. Okay, so the luck part didn't turn out so well. No big deal. I'm sitting here listening to Akon right now. His Konvicted album. I've heard random songs from him, but never sat and listened to his entire album. And really, it's good. For one, you can understand what he's saying. And a lot of what he sings you can tell, or it seems, it's from personal experiences. So it's not just a bunch of jumbled words, theres a clear story in his songs that, I'm sure, many can relate to. So far there's none I can relate to, but I still like the music. He's got a nice sound to his music. I think my favorite so far in this album is “Sorry, blame it on me.” It's a song, but instead of getting caught up in the song itself and the music I was paying attention to the story in it. I like songs that grab your attention like that. (Tired of Runnin' is good too.)
0532 Drinking Dr Pepper... An Authentic Blend of 23 Flavors... What ARE the 23 flavors in Dr Pepper? I'm sure someone online has posted it somewhere. But I don't have internet right now... which is why my broke ass is typing this up in Open Office instead of Microsoft Word. Lol. I've actually got the Microsoft Office Enterprise Edition, but it won't install on this version of Vista... at least I think that's the situation. This one is running Vista Home Premium. It did install on my other laptop that's running Vista Ultimate. So that's why I think its the version of Windows that limiting it. I keep getting some sort of 1935 error. And the only information I can find online about it with my exact information is on German websites... go figure. That's my luck for ya.
Blah, well, we seem to be doing good on cash this month so maybe I can actually get a birthday gift from my brothers... It will be a little bit late, but you know how it is. I've got to mail off my car payment too actually. I forgot about that... O well. It's not due til the 21st, I've got time :)
Yesterday after Shane got home from work we were sitting on the couch looking at some pictures online and we heard someone yelling. Shane got up and opened the door. He saw Russel out there with a fishing pole and something on the end of it bending the hell out of that pole. Shane threw his shoes on and ran out the door. I followed... just a bit more slowly. Lol. Turns out Russel caught a catfish that was 10-12 pounds. We've been out there fishing for a month and have caught nothing but eels and brim. So a catfish was nice to see again. He bit Russel... but if you snagged me with a hook and willingly put your finger in my mouth I'd bite too. None the less, there was a lot of meat on that fish. He was cut and fillet on the spot. Afterwards we threw him back in the water, guts still in tact, just no skin and no meat, so he was a live fish, but he wasn't a happy fish. So I guess the turtles had a nice snack that night. So now Russel is trying that again. Leaving cut bait on the poles and leaving them in the lake over night and just checking them in the morning before he heads to work with Shane. I guess I'll find out how well it worked once I get home. We're gunna have another fish cookout next week sometime. So more fish would definitely be nice. Last time we had one, we caught two cat fish and a bass. And these were really nice sized fish. So we had Me, Russel, Shane, Sheldon, Eugine and ...I wanna say his name was Larry... it fed all of us and we still had plenty more left over. So we saved that for a second cook out we had the following week. Lol. It was a nice one. And free too.
0605... four more hours to go. Damn it... I could've worn demin today instead of these uncomfortable pants... damn it. Ugh... that's one good thing about working the weekend... jeans. Man, on the weekends we have this Guard House Cleaning Schedule book thing. And it says clean phones, dust window sills, counters and dest. What the hell is Dest? The only thing I can think of is Desk... and it wouldn't surprise me. The supervisor security guard lady here is commonly doing stuff like that, and I know she's the one who put this schedule together. But Dest? Lol, Idk. But wouldn't counters include the desktop? Who knows. Like I said... living here really takes away your vocab. And this chair Sucks!!! I wish it would lean back and not forward. It makes me constantly feel like I want to fall out. I hate it. So I have to lower the chair entirely and sit my hot laptop in my lap... when I'm already hot... bc the desk is too high with the chair this low. Geez.
0618. I'm surprised none of the guys have came out here to bug me yet. It's getting close to seven. Usually when it gets close to seven they will come out here and talk for some conversation to make the last hour go by faster. I'm getting tired... I wanna go home. I don't wanna wait another four hours til I can go home... not fair!
0631. Well two more guys just came in to relieve the two that are already here... I'm sure they're glad to see relief. But knowing that they still have 30 minutes left is killing them I'm sure. They work 12 hour shifts... they can have fun with that one... I'm good with my eight hour shifts.
0655. Called Shane, he's up on time... must be nice. Blah. Almost 0700 which means three hours left of work. Woo! The guys are leaving in five minutes, so they're happy right about now. Gr... I'm just sitting here watching the clock and it sucks.. it's creeping by, but it's always like that when you're watching the clock. Part of the reason I called Shane. It killed ten minutes for me. Awesome. That's ten minutes I don't have to worry about now. And I'm surprised I've been typing the whole morning with the exception of the few minutes I was gone for Spider Solitaire. Oh man, I forgot to bring my Rubik's cube. Dang it. I wanted to play with it. I can do them, I just need to work on re-memorizing the Algorithms. I know all but two of them. I forgot... Shame on me. Wah.
0701. I'm waiting for the door to slam and the lockers to clank. It's about that time... well it is that time, but they need to make their way out here first. Lol. I hear one of them... and there was the door... and here's the locker. They're outta here. I'm good. That was perfect timing too. Lol. The guy ran his truck through the car wash thing before he left. That's funny. I'm sure the rain cleaned it off for ya already. Haha. You ever see the sand flying across the shore of a beach on a windy hurricane day? Looks like a sort of fog drifting over the ground... well that's what the rain looked like over the roads this morning. A drifting fog. Ever see a picture of a waterfall taken with a slow shutter speed? The falling water almost looks cloudy and glowing... yeah. That was the rain I was driving through. I tried using my high beams. FAIL. I was definitely better off without those. All it did was reflect off all the rain. I'm so glad that reflectors were invented. They were the only reason I was able to make it successfully to work this morning. Lol.
Wow, it actually looks really pretty out right now. I just looked up and you've got the random tall trees coming out from behind the lower ones. The combination of the greens, browns, oranges and yellows in the leaves are so gorgeous. The tallest trees are brown and orange and swaying in the wind while the bottom ones are green and you see a few yellow leaves and even some small yellow flowers on a few of the bushes. The clouds behind them with a slight orangey-pink tint layered on top of the white clouds that are higher up and slowly moving with the wind. You can see the perfectly colored light blue sky showing behind them with the occasional bird flying across the sky. The road in front of the trees is littered with the colored leaves... God I wish I had my camera. It's like a scene in a movie. A nice park in a wealthy area that's kept up and filled with parents playing with their kids and the dogs playing catch with their owners. A couple sneaking a kiss on a park bench... teens roller blading by. Yeah, it's one of those kinda scenes.
0721. I'm gunna dust this place now... bc I've only got two and a half hours left... Sorry to interrupt the mood like that, but you know how it is. 0743. Finished.
Two hours and fifteen minutes to go. You know what I want? A crème soda... I heart crème soda. Yum. Maybe I can get Shane to go shopping for groceries with me today... but I wanna go to walmart so I can get a crème soda while I shop, but I'm sure that won't happen considering it's a Saturday and Shane hates walmart in general, let alone on a Saturday. So yeah, there goes that idea. Hm, there has got to be some where we can go for groceries that has a cold crème soda waiting for me... this is sad isn't it? Lol. I CAN'T HELP IT! I'd take a rootbeer from the vending machine... but it's diet. And I don't mind diet drinks except when it's my favorite drink. Rootbeer and crème soda.. yeah. No diet drink. Thank you!
0753. It's getting closer to 10! I'm waiting...
0754. Still waiting... for Akon to turn off. Enough is enough! I've heard you all morning long!
0755. I need a drink. Orange juice?
0756. Yup. Orange juice...
0759. Nope. Orange Pineapple juice. Does that mean its Pineapple juice that's died Orange, or that it's Orange juice AND pineapple juice. Either way it wouldn't be false advertising... just misleading advertising. Lol.
0800. Welch's since 1869. Is that the expiration date?...
0801. Refrigerate after opening... what if I'm still drinking it? Do I have to keep taking it in and out? Doesn't that waste money?
0802. Well, it's made in the USA. That explains why it's so complicated...
0803. Gum Acacia, Ester Gum... there's a lot of Gum in this drink. I hope at least it's not used Gum. Can you image what used Gum from 1869 would look like?
0804. Absorbic Acid (Vitamin C)... Acid is good for you? That's a new one.
0805. Serving size: 1 Bottle... yeah, limiting Acid intake might be a good idea.
0806. hmm. Since 1869, but the copy write date is 2006. How's that work?
0807. Best by January 4 2009. I should wait that long to drink it? That's lame. It already took them over a thousand years to make it... now I have to wait another two months. That sucks.
0808. Contains 10% juice????
0809. Wondering what the rest of it is...
0810. 100% Vitamin C... but you just said it was 10% Juice. So there's 110% drink?
0811. Pasteurized... does that mean my preacher approves it?
0812. Why doesn't the acid eat through the bottle?
0813. How do you store acid?
0814. 18:44. The juice uses Army time... does that make my drink a military experiment?
0815. Beta Carotene (color)... O.o There's experimental coloring in my drink?!
0814. Comments or Questions... uhm, YES!
Lol. Who wants to call? 1-800-340-6870. Wednesdays 9am-4pm ET. Let me know how it goes... this would be a good one for one of Shane's buddies. They like this sort of thing. Maybe I'll give em the idea. And Raye, one word. Breathe.
0837. Yeah, so some time has certainly passed. I've been sitting here rereading this blog and after that I was just sitting here starring at the screen waiting for something to jump out and say Rant About Me!!! Oops. I guess they didn't know I was looking for them. Maybe next time I'll send out a memo setting a date and time for a Rants game of hide and seek. Come to think about it... it still may not help much considering I'd still have to find them... at least I'd know they're all in the same area. Lol.
I wonder if this place used to be a school... or a park. Random thought, sorry. I just see a little building kinda thing over there and it looks like one of the buildings that usually have benches in for the baseball players to sit in while they're waiting to bat. Idk. I could be way off, but who knows. Lol.
Ooo. Po-po driving by again. I wonder if they despise being called Po-po. I can understand not wanting to be called a pig. Lol. Actually, I was looking on a friends Myspace page the other day and he had a picture up of a cop car he passed. The officers name on the side of the car was Bacon. Lol. The Pig's name is Bacon. Nice job Dan!
0847... I wanna go home!!! One hour and fifteen minutes left. Sigh.
0848... Time for a banana popcicle.
0849... It's yummy.
0850... I Hate Everything About You!
0851... Relax. It's just a song. Geez.
0852... You Hate Everything About Me!
0853... Well that's not very nice. I was only joking.
0854... I Could Be Mean, I Could Be Angry. I Could Be Just Like You.
0855... I Could Be Fake, I Could Be Stupid. I Could Be Just Like You.
0856... I Could Be Cold, I Could Be Ruthless. I Could Be Just Like You.
0857... I Could Be Weak, I Could Be Senseless. I Could Be Just Like You.
0858....I Know, I Know, I Know That You're Wounded.
0859... I Know, I Know, I Know That You'll Thank Me Later... even tho I'm trying to be mean... hehe.
0900... I'm getting off now before Boss Lady gets in. See ya guys!
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