Today at work I learned two important facts:
1.) If you are going to wear white sweat pants, please don't wear dark colored underwear.
2.) If you are going to wear a gray tee shirt, gray sweatpants, and a gray hooded zip up jacket, please use different tints of the color gray. Oh, and don't tuck your shirt in. Or be smart and change it up a bit and wear more than one color.
25 March 2006
21 March 2006
tomorrow, tomorrow...wait, is that spelled correctly?
I start my new job tomorrow...I dislike that word...I can never spell it right.
17 March 2006
Something to look forward to
As we get into the rut of daily life, you must realized that if you do not have something to look forward to, you will just start to wear down and eventually get burnt out. Don't let that happen, no one likes to see someone just go to work, then come home and be all....blah about life.
This past weekend, Andrea and I booked our flight home for the summer. We are going to be spending about ten days at home, and I can't wait. One nice thing is that it will be a break from Kansas, you know, we'll get to see trees and water. Another nice thing, is that I'll be able to go over to Mackinac Island and spend some time with my friends. AND I'll be able to go up to the Fort and play up there for a day. I just hope that it'll be nice out, and if it isn't oh well, I'll still do it. I'll be able to spend time at the lake and at the cabin, and I'll see all my relatives and that'll just make everyone so happy. I cannot wait to go home.
This past weekend, Andrea and I booked our flight home for the summer. We are going to be spending about ten days at home, and I can't wait. One nice thing is that it will be a break from Kansas, you know, we'll get to see trees and water. Another nice thing, is that I'll be able to go over to Mackinac Island and spend some time with my friends. AND I'll be able to go up to the Fort and play up there for a day. I just hope that it'll be nice out, and if it isn't oh well, I'll still do it. I'll be able to spend time at the lake and at the cabin, and I'll see all my relatives and that'll just make everyone so happy. I cannot wait to go home.
09 March 2006
and I was like 'Hells yeah'
I got a new job! I'll be an interpreter at Old Cowtown museum. A reconstruction of an old cow town, duh. This is a great step up from Target, but I'm still going to work there a couple days a week. The plan is to work full time at cowtown (it is open from 1 April until 31 October) and then when it closes, work at Target full time until cowtown opens again. That way, I'll be employed twelve months out of the year. Good god, can you believe it, twelve whole months! I don't know what I'll do with myself.
After I got the call, I was thinking to myself, cool...and it wasn't until I was on my way to the library to pick up a book that my boss recommended that I started to really smile and laugh out loud and do a Chuck dance (don't ask, it can't be explained, but it is really funny. Andrea doesn't like it, and that is what makes it more fun to do). I still can't stop smiling about it, I am so happy. I just hope that it'll be a fun job. It isn't as big of an organization as MSHP, but that is okay, but it does seem a little bit like a tourist trap, just the way it is set up and I hope that it isn't what it seems like, because that would suck. Just as long as it isn't to FARBie, I'll be okay.
AND they have a vintage base ball team! How rockin' is that? That would totally kick ass if I could play some olde style base ball (it was two words back in the day).
The sobriety for lent is going well. There have been a couple days when I have come home from work and thought, damn, I need a drink...oh wait, I can't. So I have a pop instead...not exactly the same, but oh well.
Damn, I'm as giddy as a virgin on prom night, I'm gonna go roll a couple of games at the bowling alley.
After I got the call, I was thinking to myself, cool...and it wasn't until I was on my way to the library to pick up a book that my boss recommended that I started to really smile and laugh out loud and do a Chuck dance (don't ask, it can't be explained, but it is really funny. Andrea doesn't like it, and that is what makes it more fun to do). I still can't stop smiling about it, I am so happy. I just hope that it'll be a fun job. It isn't as big of an organization as MSHP, but that is okay, but it does seem a little bit like a tourist trap, just the way it is set up and I hope that it isn't what it seems like, because that would suck. Just as long as it isn't to FARBie, I'll be okay.
AND they have a vintage base ball team! How rockin' is that? That would totally kick ass if I could play some olde style base ball (it was two words back in the day).
The sobriety for lent is going well. There have been a couple days when I have come home from work and thought, damn, I need a drink...oh wait, I can't. So I have a pop instead...not exactly the same, but oh well.
Damn, I'm as giddy as a virgin on prom night, I'm gonna go roll a couple of games at the bowling alley.
08 March 2006
so thats whats wrong with kids today
I have determinded, in my short time at Target, what is wrong with kids today. They are spoiled...spoiled rotten. Think about it, whenever you acted up in public, maybe it was just me and my brother, but whenever we acted up we were threatened with violence. Usually just a spanking, you know the norm. But anyway, kids seem to be getting off light nowadays. A lot of parents, that I hear, just threaten to take away snacks. The most common threat is 'Alright, no cookies when we get home.'
You can do nothing but shake your head. Maybe we got that threat when we were kids, but you don't remember those. Or maybe, parents today beat their kids, but they do it at home so no one will see and call the cops. But back in the day, I have memories of getting spanked in the grocery store, the mall, random stores...the list goes on and on. But my parents didn't have to worry about people calling the cops on them, that just wasn't done.
I just don't get it. If I ever have kids, they are getting weekly spankings until they are bigger than me....it'll keep them in line.
You can do nothing but shake your head. Maybe we got that threat when we were kids, but you don't remember those. Or maybe, parents today beat their kids, but they do it at home so no one will see and call the cops. But back in the day, I have memories of getting spanked in the grocery store, the mall, random stores...the list goes on and on. But my parents didn't have to worry about people calling the cops on them, that just wasn't done.
I just don't get it. If I ever have kids, they are getting weekly spankings until they are bigger than me....it'll keep them in line.
06 March 2006
What was in the package?
Looking at the huge packages and all the air/bubble wrap, you would think that there was a small foreign sports car inside, but in actuallity located inside was nothing more than....
Martini glasses!
04 March 2006
soccer what?
Whoever coined the term 'soccer mom' obviously has never been to Kansas. There is a soccer tournament of 150 teams going on this weekend and the soccer complex is right down the road from the Super Target. I worked all day today and I did not see a hot soccer mom. I saw lots of not so hot soccer moms, who were kinda bitchy now that I think about it...
Oh, and if you like pictures, and want to see some of Wichita, check out my other blog. I get my pictures back on the 7th, so it'll be a couple of days before I get that one going.
Wichita On Film
Oh, and if you like pictures, and want to see some of Wichita, check out my other blog. I get my pictures back on the 7th, so it'll be a couple of days before I get that one going.
Wichita On Film
02 March 2006
Why oh why?
Today was the day of dumb people at work. It just seemed like some people forgot to insert their brains this morning.
First story:
Call comes over the walkie for meat department. So I pick it up, dial the number and a lady comes on and the following conversation took place (I shit you not.) "Is it okay for me to eat some chicken that I bought at your store if it has been in the fridge since Monday?" "Well, is it cooked?" "Yes." "Then it should be fine." "You're sure?" "As long as it was cooked and it wasn't left out on the counter, it should be fine." "Okay then, thank you." "You are welcome...*hangs up phone* dumb bitch (under my breath)." Later on, my mind continued on: Seriously, what the fuck kind of question was that? No, you better throw it away and come spend more of your money here. Just test it out on your kids, if they are fine, go ahead and eat it.
Second story:
I found out why the gym teacher never wanted kids to have shoes that scuffed up the floor. You know, leave those streaks of black on the floor. As I was walking back towards the dairy aisle, I spot out of the corner of my eye a child with his mom. They are walking down one of the frozen food aisle and the kid is kicking at the floor and leaving this GREAT line of black scuffs in his wake. The little motherfucker! Come on Mom, yell at him (oh wait, the kid looks like he has never been told 'no' before in his life). If your mom wasn't around, so help me I would throw you in the cardboard compactor. And then, my thought about the word no is confirmed when I hear the mother say the following: "Come on Jersey." Once again, I shit you now with this stuff. The parents named this little son of a bitch Jersey. I'm just assuming that is where this little bastard was conceived. I would defiantly think about hating my parents for the rest of my life if I had a name like that.
Third story (more of just a conversation):
"Do you work here?"
No, I killed a worker, threw away the body, and decided to walk around with these clothes on "Yes, can I help you find something?"
"Do you carry dried, canned beef?"
Oh you mean beef jerky? "Canned beef?" Jesus CHRIST "Yeah, it'll be in aisle four." You know, the aisle with the sign that says CANNED MEAT on it.
Bastards; all of them.
And a quick side note: Once again for Lent, I have decided to give up all alcohol. 40 days without a drop of booze, and I am going to be more strick on myself this year about it. Not even going to have a drink on Sunday. So we'll see how it goes, 2 days down.
First story:
Call comes over the walkie for meat department. So I pick it up, dial the number and a lady comes on and the following conversation took place (I shit you not.) "Is it okay for me to eat some chicken that I bought at your store if it has been in the fridge since Monday?" "Well, is it cooked?" "Yes." "Then it should be fine." "You're sure?" "As long as it was cooked and it wasn't left out on the counter, it should be fine." "Okay then, thank you." "You are welcome...*hangs up phone* dumb bitch (under my breath)." Later on, my mind continued on: Seriously, what the fuck kind of question was that? No, you better throw it away and come spend more of your money here. Just test it out on your kids, if they are fine, go ahead and eat it.
Second story:
I found out why the gym teacher never wanted kids to have shoes that scuffed up the floor. You know, leave those streaks of black on the floor. As I was walking back towards the dairy aisle, I spot out of the corner of my eye a child with his mom. They are walking down one of the frozen food aisle and the kid is kicking at the floor and leaving this GREAT line of black scuffs in his wake. The little motherfucker! Come on Mom, yell at him (oh wait, the kid looks like he has never been told 'no' before in his life). If your mom wasn't around, so help me I would throw you in the cardboard compactor. And then, my thought about the word no is confirmed when I hear the mother say the following: "Come on Jersey." Once again, I shit you now with this stuff. The parents named this little son of a bitch Jersey. I'm just assuming that is where this little bastard was conceived. I would defiantly think about hating my parents for the rest of my life if I had a name like that.
Third story (more of just a conversation):
"Do you work here?"
No, I killed a worker, threw away the body, and decided to walk around with these clothes on "Yes, can I help you find something?"
"Do you carry dried, canned beef?"
Oh you mean beef jerky? "Canned beef?" Jesus CHRIST "Yeah, it'll be in aisle four." You know, the aisle with the sign that says CANNED MEAT on it.
Bastards; all of them.
And a quick side note: Once again for Lent, I have decided to give up all alcohol. 40 days without a drop of booze, and I am going to be more strick on myself this year about it. Not even going to have a drink on Sunday. So we'll see how it goes, 2 days down.
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