Did we watch Lost like good girls and boys? I watched the update show while counting my change. To prepare for the real show. I ended up having $37 bucks! I'm starting my splurge fund with change, and random bills here and there. So, when I want to go out, or buy something, I don't have to touch my bill money. You know like when I get my hair done and whatnot. I'll have a savings, a bill account, and now a fun fund. I find it easier to manage my money when I spread the love around like that. Mostly, cus I suck at math, so compiling the totals of 3 accounts isn't easy for me.
Hmmm how did your morning start you ask? Oh, stuck in traffic for 15 minutes. Why? Ummm, a cop pulled someone over silly. Of course, it has to cause a 5 mile back-up. It's the way of the land. If I were King, I would outlaw gawking at that shit on the streets. It would be punishable by being stuck in that chamber they had Carl in on Lost!!!
If you didn't watch, stop reading. Ok, so, what the hell is up with that room they put Carl in? I slow-mo'd it on the old Tivo and paused it to see some of the weird images being shown to him. God loves you as he loved Jacob? Uhhh ok. Suffering? Everything changes, with an old victrola record and CD's? Planting seeds? And the lights? And maddening music?? That was some insane shit, and did you see all the other rooms? Of course, he was in room 23. The numbers. I wonder if there are numerically 23 or more rooms, or one for each of 'the numbers'? And, just who do they put in there? Will Jack be next?
I thought that maybe it would lose its appeal or something but I should have known better. My prediction, since I love to do those things, is that Benry is Juliettes sister, who she had to turn into a man to impregnate. Why else bring up that she successfully impregnated a MALE field mouse? And let us in on the fact that Benry is Alex's father? Hmmm? Her sister couldn't have kids, I'm predicting she had some sort of girl parts cancer and had to have her ueterus removed, thus, the chemo and no hair. Or it could just be that she impregnated Benry. How awesome her wish came true about her ex husband being hit by a bus? And she got to see it? If wishes came true, oh the wishes I would wish for me and you!
How does one wake up during spinal surgery and not be screaming in pain, or freaked out? Benry aint right I tell ya! I think he's inhuman. I bet that tumor ends up not even being human.
Portland? Who knew as soon as that cheese ball lab guy came to see Juliette he was in with the "others" on the island? Me! Me! And Ethan? I think this concretes the fact that he had some sort of genetic altering to be so strong when he fought with Jack. And at least we know a little more about the experiments being run on the island. Well, we know that they were messing with animals and their reproductive systems, and probably people too.
I was pretty pissed when Juliette betrayed Jack in the operating room. She's such a skeez! Proven by how she just shot Pickett in cold blood! Not that I care, I hated that man. Personally, I don't think they die. Obviously Jack loves Kate more than Sawyer does. He gave up his own freedom for hers. Their gonna have such beautiful babies. I bet they impregnated Kate while they had her, and she'll think it's Sawyers cus they did the deed. There will be tons of Benry's running around on the island. And then, why do they bother to have kids, if their gonna toss them out like they do?
All in all a pretty bad-ass episode. I can't wait to see the rest of the Losties next week. Seriously, I remember why I loved the show. It's all coming back to me now. *swoon*
And I'm kinda tired of the producers trying to tell new people they can start watching the show now and appreciate it. Um, sure, you can watch the show. But you wouldn't have known the mysteries of the island, that make what happened more creepy. You havn't seen all the clues each week. You don't know just how intertwined the Losties lives really were in 'the real world' and how their paths crossed all the time. Ummmm, step off newbies, you can't hang. I like to pretend I'm cool!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Lost Is Found...
Hey. Lost is on tonight. Did you hear me? LOST IS ON TONIGHT! Omg I swear when I say that, my heart races. I'm all a flutter! I'd love to know whose bright idea it was to be on at 10:00. Which means I can't watch it until 10:30 in order to FF thru commercials with Tivo.
Is it cold enough for ya? Cold? That's an understatement. They say it hasn't been this cold in
something like 20 years. They canceled schools for 2 days, not because of snow, because it's freaking cold. Wind chill of -20. I think it warmed up to -15 last night. I had to turn my heat up to 65. That's a stretch for me, but it's nice and cozy warm. It's so cold, the Yankee Candle Oil car freshner I have on my car heater vent, froze solid. That's oil. How cold does it have to get, to freeze oil? Yea, it's that cold. The cold makes your eyes water. Takes your breath away. Numbs your body. I garage my car. I get out only to shut the garage door, then it takes me about an hour to warm my extremeties after being outside. Let me say this out loud...thank GOD I'm not homeless.
I've been pretty boring lately. I'm in one of those moods where everybody sucks, and everything is fucked. Some call it PMS, but with my irregular monthly visitor, I call it part of life. I've been trucking along working out, but thats about it. I have off the second job thru the week now. Which rocks. Only, I'm sorta bored. But, yet, I don't want to do anything. Man, I feel like a woman. Is it just me? I can never make up my damn mind.
I have been saving my wine bottles. Only because I don't want my life to be like that episode of
Desperate Housewives where Bree's friends line up her wine bottles on her front porch for all to see. I cut down. Only cus I'm poor. And, I suppose cus of the calories. But I still love it so.
I have to think rational if I want to quit the second job, I can't have such luxuries! You know, like wine. And food. And entertainment.
I'm so distraught over it. I want to quit and I don't. I got my regular pay at the FT job, and I make what I did a couple of years ago take home. Minus benefits though. I can't afford to get them, so I hope I don't develop something horrible in the next year or I'm gonna have to marry me a rich man. Know of any? Preferably they should also be funny, and worship me. But that's just minor details.
CP has offered to move in on a part time basis and pay some bills. Meaning I guess he'd stay with me a couple nights a week but not move stuff in. I dunno what to do. I don't want to keep moving back and forth with us, so if it happens I'd like it to be for real. And I don't know if this is what I want right now. Something is "off" in my life and I don't know what it is. Oprah says, this is when you start to figure stuff out, and become yourself. In your thirties. And we know how I love my Oprah. Don't hate!
Is it cold enough for ya? Cold? That's an understatement. They say it hasn't been this cold in
something like 20 years. They canceled schools for 2 days, not because of snow, because it's freaking cold. Wind chill of -20. I think it warmed up to -15 last night. I had to turn my heat up to 65. That's a stretch for me, but it's nice and cozy warm. It's so cold, the Yankee Candle Oil car freshner I have on my car heater vent, froze solid. That's oil. How cold does it have to get, to freeze oil? Yea, it's that cold. The cold makes your eyes water. Takes your breath away. Numbs your body. I garage my car. I get out only to shut the garage door, then it takes me about an hour to warm my extremeties after being outside. Let me say this out loud...thank GOD I'm not homeless.
I've been pretty boring lately. I'm in one of those moods where everybody sucks, and everything is fucked. Some call it PMS, but with my irregular monthly visitor, I call it part of life. I've been trucking along working out, but thats about it. I have off the second job thru the week now. Which rocks. Only, I'm sorta bored. But, yet, I don't want to do anything. Man, I feel like a woman. Is it just me? I can never make up my damn mind.
I have been saving my wine bottles. Only because I don't want my life to be like that episode of
Desperate Housewives where Bree's friends line up her wine bottles on her front porch for all to see. I cut down. Only cus I'm poor. And, I suppose cus of the calories. But I still love it so.
I have to think rational if I want to quit the second job, I can't have such luxuries! You know, like wine. And food. And entertainment.
I'm so distraught over it. I want to quit and I don't. I got my regular pay at the FT job, and I make what I did a couple of years ago take home. Minus benefits though. I can't afford to get them, so I hope I don't develop something horrible in the next year or I'm gonna have to marry me a rich man. Know of any? Preferably they should also be funny, and worship me. But that's just minor details.
CP has offered to move in on a part time basis and pay some bills. Meaning I guess he'd stay with me a couple nights a week but not move stuff in. I dunno what to do. I don't want to keep moving back and forth with us, so if it happens I'd like it to be for real. And I don't know if this is what I want right now. Something is "off" in my life and I don't know what it is. Oprah says, this is when you start to figure stuff out, and become yourself. In your thirties. And we know how I love my Oprah. Don't hate!
Friday, February 02, 2007
Pulling An All-Nighter...
I'm all geared up for my 16 hour day today. Ok, I'm lying. I did go get some energy drinks, and
stackers to make it through. The worst part? Not smoking for 8 hours. I don't get a break. Or a lunch. Or anything. I think it's ridiculous.
Next week we have a trainer coming into the gym at work for 3 days you can sign up for time with one. How fun is that? I still have not ventured into our gym, but I hear people complain about it being too busy at lunch. I just love it when someone who drives a Beemer asks you to get them coffee. It's not so much the act of getting the coffee, but the act of me working all night at the god forsaken police station to make ends meet, and then having to shell out money for your coffee? It's only a dollar you say? So! It was one of the other girls VP's. And usually if one of them asks you to get them coffee they'll hand you $20 and tell you to "get all the girls whatever they want". You think I'll get my dollar back?
I'm having to make travel arrangements for my VP's cus their all going back out on the road. It's pretty simple, seeing how we have a freaking travel department. My job is collecting the info, and emailing it, and proofing it. Know what else I don't have to do? Copy jobs. We have a department for that too. I don't just mean like large things you'd send to Kinkos - I'm talking if you have 50 of something, you don't do it yourself. I swear. Have training scheduled? We have a department for that too. At my old job, I had to do entire classes. From setting up the meeting rooms, the food, hotels, to personally making the training books. It's amazing what can be done with a little money. They love to spend that around the new job. Just not on my salary Mkay?
I got my first full paycheck from the new job today. Yea, Um, 2 months after starting. I didn't get paid for the holidays which totally sucked. Anyways, I make $140 less take home. But then, I use to get paid twice a month so I got that extra 12 hours a month. Now, sometimes, I'll get three paychecks and that will be nice. Making as much less as I do per hour, puts me in a different tax bracket, and I sorta make out I suppose. That is, if you want to look at the bright side, which I dont.
Nothing exciting happened last night at work. I learned how to transcribe these stupid police reports. Their pretty funny to do. I havn't transcribed since high school. Who still transcribes? Uhhh, I do. The only fun criminal was another shoplifter, who carried his crack pipe, and crack for his theiving excursion. If you're gonna break the law...you might want to leave the crack at home.
Remember me this evening trying not to fall asleep. Trying to get up a snowy driveway after 16 hours of working. If you loved me, you would come over and salt and shovel the drive so I'm happy. I'd take donations in lieu of your personally showing up. I'm worth it.
stackers to make it through. The worst part? Not smoking for 8 hours. I don't get a break. Or a lunch. Or anything. I think it's ridiculous.
Next week we have a trainer coming into the gym at work for 3 days you can sign up for time with one. How fun is that? I still have not ventured into our gym, but I hear people complain about it being too busy at lunch. I just love it when someone who drives a Beemer asks you to get them coffee. It's not so much the act of getting the coffee, but the act of me working all night at the god forsaken police station to make ends meet, and then having to shell out money for your coffee? It's only a dollar you say? So! It was one of the other girls VP's. And usually if one of them asks you to get them coffee they'll hand you $20 and tell you to "get all the girls whatever they want". You think I'll get my dollar back?
I'm having to make travel arrangements for my VP's cus their all going back out on the road. It's pretty simple, seeing how we have a freaking travel department. My job is collecting the info, and emailing it, and proofing it. Know what else I don't have to do? Copy jobs. We have a department for that too. I don't just mean like large things you'd send to Kinkos - I'm talking if you have 50 of something, you don't do it yourself. I swear. Have training scheduled? We have a department for that too. At my old job, I had to do entire classes. From setting up the meeting rooms, the food, hotels, to personally making the training books. It's amazing what can be done with a little money. They love to spend that around the new job. Just not on my salary Mkay?
I got my first full paycheck from the new job today. Yea, Um, 2 months after starting. I didn't get paid for the holidays which totally sucked. Anyways, I make $140 less take home. But then, I use to get paid twice a month so I got that extra 12 hours a month. Now, sometimes, I'll get three paychecks and that will be nice. Making as much less as I do per hour, puts me in a different tax bracket, and I sorta make out I suppose. That is, if you want to look at the bright side, which I dont.
Nothing exciting happened last night at work. I learned how to transcribe these stupid police reports. Their pretty funny to do. I havn't transcribed since high school. Who still transcribes? Uhhh, I do. The only fun criminal was another shoplifter, who carried his crack pipe, and crack for his theiving excursion. If you're gonna break the law...you might want to leave the crack at home.
Remember me this evening trying not to fall asleep. Trying to get up a snowy driveway after 16 hours of working. If you loved me, you would come over and salt and shovel the drive so I'm happy. I'd take donations in lieu of your personally showing up. I'm worth it.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Well, If your drunk enough to Crap Yourself...
It wasn't me. I know I might like to have some wine each night, but that doesn't make me a drunk. Right? No, I entered the police report from Monday night, you know the one where I was bombarded with people? The drunk old man a.k.a "grandpa" couldn't stand, and blew a .19 BAL. When I had to go back to the booking room I saw the cute cop (remember, I'm not blind) hand him some paper towels and tell him to clean himself up. Apparently, it was because he shit himself. Now, I've been so drunk that I've puked on myself, I have even peed in public, or a couple times, on myself. But shitting? You have to be pretty damn drunk to crap yourself. And it happened in transit to the police station. I think it's safe to say that there is never a dull moment. I met a new OIC last night (that's officer in charge to you common civilians)
Did I mention how a guy we know got his car broken into? And had some prescription sunglasses and a roll of duct tape taken? I entered his police report, he really listed the duct tape with a value of .99 cents. So he's been investigating it daily. Looking up the type of shoe prints in the snow tracks, and yesterday he took in a portfolio of information about this special Nike shoe. Working at the police station has it's perks. I also found out my former boss.....(my friends will find this hard to believe) was in the computer for a road rage case. Yea, my former boss! Road Rage. I knew she was too nice, she had to have a dark side. She lives practically next door to my second job, so I know it was her address.
What do I hate about my job, besides working after work? Gum. I find gum to be one of the most foul things ever invented. I don't know why or how my hatred for the shit started, but it did, and it's real. I can't stand the smell, the way people look or sound chewing it, the way it sounds when people pop it or slosh it around with their spit in their mouths. I don't like the packaging, or even touching anything I know the packaging has touched. Or, touching things I know someone chewing it has touched. It totally disgusts me, and I am not afraid to admit it. It takes me forever to not be grossed out about kissing someone who has had it in their mouth. People don't seem to get that either. I know my ex husband thought it was funny once to hide it from me, and put it in my mouth. You would have thought I was on fire the way I screamed.
I don't know why I'm like that, and I don't care to know. I know that I am, and you should stay the fuck away from me with that stuff in or out of your mouth. The girl I've been training with, always chews it. What's worse, I share a common computer and desk with everyone. I have to touch things she's touched. AND, she is she is forever taking the shit out of her mouth, and putting it places. Like, on a pop can. Or a water bottle lid. Or a chip bag. Then after an hour or so, she'll put it back in her mouth. I swear, I could puke. Why is this acceptable? What if
I started half eating my food? I could chew up some hamburger real nice, and pop it out of my mouth and start leaving it lay around for people to look at, and when I feel like it, I can put it back in my mouth and finish chewing on it. Seriously people, this is like the same thing! GROSS!
It makes my skin crawl. Now that I know she does that, nothing is safe. I have to be one of those freaks who carries around clorox wipes, and clean everything. I really don't care how I look, at least I wont be contaminated by gum. Ick. It's not funny to tease me with either. I seriously could explode, and I wont be held responsible for my actions.
Did I mention how a guy we know got his car broken into? And had some prescription sunglasses and a roll of duct tape taken? I entered his police report, he really listed the duct tape with a value of .99 cents. So he's been investigating it daily. Looking up the type of shoe prints in the snow tracks, and yesterday he took in a portfolio of information about this special Nike shoe. Working at the police station has it's perks. I also found out my former boss.....(my friends will find this hard to believe) was in the computer for a road rage case. Yea, my former boss! Road Rage. I knew she was too nice, she had to have a dark side. She lives practically next door to my second job, so I know it was her address.
What do I hate about my job, besides working after work? Gum. I find gum to be one of the most foul things ever invented. I don't know why or how my hatred for the shit started, but it did, and it's real. I can't stand the smell, the way people look or sound chewing it, the way it sounds when people pop it or slosh it around with their spit in their mouths. I don't like the packaging, or even touching anything I know the packaging has touched. Or, touching things I know someone chewing it has touched. It totally disgusts me, and I am not afraid to admit it. It takes me forever to not be grossed out about kissing someone who has had it in their mouth. People don't seem to get that either. I know my ex husband thought it was funny once to hide it from me, and put it in my mouth. You would have thought I was on fire the way I screamed.
I don't know why I'm like that, and I don't care to know. I know that I am, and you should stay the fuck away from me with that stuff in or out of your mouth. The girl I've been training with, always chews it. What's worse, I share a common computer and desk with everyone. I have to touch things she's touched. AND, she is she is forever taking the shit out of her mouth, and putting it places. Like, on a pop can. Or a water bottle lid. Or a chip bag. Then after an hour or so, she'll put it back in her mouth. I swear, I could puke. Why is this acceptable? What if
I started half eating my food? I could chew up some hamburger real nice, and pop it out of my mouth and start leaving it lay around for people to look at, and when I feel like it, I can put it back in my mouth and finish chewing on it. Seriously people, this is like the same thing! GROSS!
It makes my skin crawl. Now that I know she does that, nothing is safe. I have to be one of those freaks who carries around clorox wipes, and clean everything. I really don't care how I look, at least I wont be contaminated by gum. Ick. It's not funny to tease me with either. I seriously could explode, and I wont be held responsible for my actions.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The Cold Causes An Uprise In Criminal Behavior...
It was sure a busy night at the Po Po station! Lot's of criminals. First, the girl that's been in
training with me wasn't there, so it was just me, when my trainer went to lunch...like it will be when I'm on a shift alone. I didn't like it. I had someone from Sears coming to sign theft charge papers, and they told me, just give him these to sign. Not "wait until a notary comes in" so I let him sign the papers and leave. Then I see the notary signature spot. Motherfucker.
I had 2 fender benders, and a keyed car waiting in the lobby to file reports, and every single cop out on the road, or in the booking room. Some guy was waiting 2 hours for a cop to come let him in his car. He was stranded at the diamond store at the mall. As if that's the worst place he could be stranded? Buy something for someone and quit yer bitchin! He called all the time pissed off.
There were criminals in the back. They brought two girls in for shoplifting at Kohl's. "Combative female shoplifters" they were called on the call system. It took 3 officers to get them out of the store. First I had to run back to take the officer her paperwork. The girls were hysterical. On the screen, the officer was just going about her business as if there weren't 2 screaming women in the room, but in the room it was mayhem. They were crying and screaming "I knew we shouldn't have stole those checks" hmmm...seems there was more than shoplifting with these chicks. Then the detective on the case asked me to pull the original paperwork for a previous charge on one of the girls. Check fraud.
Meanwhile, I have a girl filling out a police report in the report room, and had to call the
officer in charge of that case thru dispatch to come back in to meet with her. The officer called in to have the detective do it for him. I'm trying to find the original paperwork for the detective, answer the phone, let people in the door (it's auto-locked) and handle the people in the lobby, who were pissed they had been waiting 20 minutes for an officer to fill out a report. I had yet another person in the lobby, this made four, and I called dispatch and the girl asked if anyone had even taken the original report yet. I said no, she's still here. Then when I hung up, the original report decided to leave, so I had to call dispatch back and cancel that call. I was put on hold. I thought that only happened in the movies, but sure as shit she answered the phone and said Hold please!
Then the officer with the "combative female shoplifters" called to see if I could watch her prisoners so she could let the male officer watching them get back out on the street, to you know, hassel drivers and whatnot since they were so behind. (remember the poor guy locked out of his car for 2 hours?) So that meant I had to keep an eye on them on the TV screen. They were both handcuffed to benches, not like they were going anywhere. But, I didn't want to be the one that let the shoplifters escape.
Then, here comes the guy from Kohl's to sign his charges against the combative female shoplifters. For some reason the phone doesn't work right in the booking room, so I'd call.. see the officer on the TV go for the phone, and it would go dead, and she'd hang up. After a few times, l she stopped answering the phone. I had to leave my post, and run back and tell
her Kohl's dude was here, and run back in case the phones rang, or people needed in.
On my way back, I see another boy in the hallway, and a really old man, stumbling around with another officer. He blew a .19 on the breathalizer. I think the legal limit is .01 or something. Needless to say he was drunk. He was on the road running curbs, and hitting people. A concerned citizen was on with dispatch following him earlier, and I didn't even get to hear it all cus I was busy! It would've been a fun call to listen to.
The detective wants me to make a copy, and have I found that report yet? Then, I get a stupid ass call "is there a law against having a space heater in an office". What the fuck do I know? I told her I think that would be up to the individual employer. Logic tells me, space heater's aren't illegal, so I made my own deduction. Then she's like "thank you thats all I needed" in a way
that made me think she was going to tell her employer the POLICE said she could have her stupid ass heater.
Then the officer who is a notary comes in, so I have to take the Kohl's dude back to booking to have him sign papers. Then I take the Sear's paperwork and tell him that I saw the guy sign them, I wasn't told to wait for a notary. On my way back, I see the old drunk dude, puking in the "detox" cell. The detox cell is just a concrete room with a hole in the floor to puke in. The officer I think is cute (I'm not blind am I?) was handing him paper towels and telling him to clean himself up.
When I get back to the front, there is a woman there to pick up the boy "And ONLY the boy" her words, that was with the drunk old man. Who turned out to be 'Grandpa' and she was the boy's mother. She was yelling at the boy as they left, but I had to answer the stupid phone and not eavesdrop. The caller wanted to tell me someone was offering her a free entertainment center near the mall. Man, take that shit as a free gift, and don't bother me with your phone call, the police are busy!
Then, when the lady on lunch came back....not a soul came in, and the phone only rang once. I went home and went to bed, directly after a bath. I was freaking pooped. I don't feel good, and I'm so tired of talking at the end of the day from my regular job. I can't wait until this week is over, and I don't have to work thru the week a second job.
Friday I get to work 16 hours. No one call me Friday or Saturday. You might be hurt. I can't turn my ringer off cus I need the alarm. I have to try to sleep before working Friday night, and Sat I'm staying up to make it to the bank at 9 am so I'll be up about 26 hours or so.
I work 8a-5p. Then 11p-7a. For $8.25 an hour? Is it worth it? Um, we're going to see about that. I'm not so sure I should be working midnights for $8.25. You know I work thru a temp service, and they pay the temp service more than we make, if they paid people a decent wage I bet the turnover would die down. Assholes.
training with me wasn't there, so it was just me, when my trainer went to lunch...like it will be when I'm on a shift alone. I didn't like it. I had someone from Sears coming to sign theft charge papers, and they told me, just give him these to sign. Not "wait until a notary comes in" so I let him sign the papers and leave. Then I see the notary signature spot. Motherfucker.
I had 2 fender benders, and a keyed car waiting in the lobby to file reports, and every single cop out on the road, or in the booking room. Some guy was waiting 2 hours for a cop to come let him in his car. He was stranded at the diamond store at the mall. As if that's the worst place he could be stranded? Buy something for someone and quit yer bitchin! He called all the time pissed off.
There were criminals in the back. They brought two girls in for shoplifting at Kohl's. "Combative female shoplifters" they were called on the call system. It took 3 officers to get them out of the store. First I had to run back to take the officer her paperwork. The girls were hysterical. On the screen, the officer was just going about her business as if there weren't 2 screaming women in the room, but in the room it was mayhem. They were crying and screaming "I knew we shouldn't have stole those checks" hmmm...seems there was more than shoplifting with these chicks. Then the detective on the case asked me to pull the original paperwork for a previous charge on one of the girls. Check fraud.
Meanwhile, I have a girl filling out a police report in the report room, and had to call the
officer in charge of that case thru dispatch to come back in to meet with her. The officer called in to have the detective do it for him. I'm trying to find the original paperwork for the detective, answer the phone, let people in the door (it's auto-locked) and handle the people in the lobby, who were pissed they had been waiting 20 minutes for an officer to fill out a report. I had yet another person in the lobby, this made four, and I called dispatch and the girl asked if anyone had even taken the original report yet. I said no, she's still here. Then when I hung up, the original report decided to leave, so I had to call dispatch back and cancel that call. I was put on hold. I thought that only happened in the movies, but sure as shit she answered the phone and said Hold please!
Then the officer with the "combative female shoplifters" called to see if I could watch her prisoners so she could let the male officer watching them get back out on the street, to you know, hassel drivers and whatnot since they were so behind. (remember the poor guy locked out of his car for 2 hours?) So that meant I had to keep an eye on them on the TV screen. They were both handcuffed to benches, not like they were going anywhere. But, I didn't want to be the one that let the shoplifters escape.
Then, here comes the guy from Kohl's to sign his charges against the combative female shoplifters. For some reason the phone doesn't work right in the booking room, so I'd call.. see the officer on the TV go for the phone, and it would go dead, and she'd hang up. After a few times, l she stopped answering the phone. I had to leave my post, and run back and tell
her Kohl's dude was here, and run back in case the phones rang, or people needed in.
On my way back, I see another boy in the hallway, and a really old man, stumbling around with another officer. He blew a .19 on the breathalizer. I think the legal limit is .01 or something. Needless to say he was drunk. He was on the road running curbs, and hitting people. A concerned citizen was on with dispatch following him earlier, and I didn't even get to hear it all cus I was busy! It would've been a fun call to listen to.
The detective wants me to make a copy, and have I found that report yet? Then, I get a stupid ass call "is there a law against having a space heater in an office". What the fuck do I know? I told her I think that would be up to the individual employer. Logic tells me, space heater's aren't illegal, so I made my own deduction. Then she's like "thank you thats all I needed" in a way
that made me think she was going to tell her employer the POLICE said she could have her stupid ass heater.
Then the officer who is a notary comes in, so I have to take the Kohl's dude back to booking to have him sign papers. Then I take the Sear's paperwork and tell him that I saw the guy sign them, I wasn't told to wait for a notary. On my way back, I see the old drunk dude, puking in the "detox" cell. The detox cell is just a concrete room with a hole in the floor to puke in. The officer I think is cute (I'm not blind am I?) was handing him paper towels and telling him to clean himself up.
When I get back to the front, there is a woman there to pick up the boy "And ONLY the boy" her words, that was with the drunk old man. Who turned out to be 'Grandpa' and she was the boy's mother. She was yelling at the boy as they left, but I had to answer the stupid phone and not eavesdrop. The caller wanted to tell me someone was offering her a free entertainment center near the mall. Man, take that shit as a free gift, and don't bother me with your phone call, the police are busy!
Then, when the lady on lunch came back....not a soul came in, and the phone only rang once. I went home and went to bed, directly after a bath. I was freaking pooped. I don't feel good, and I'm so tired of talking at the end of the day from my regular job. I can't wait until this week is over, and I don't have to work thru the week a second job.
Friday I get to work 16 hours. No one call me Friday or Saturday. You might be hurt. I can't turn my ringer off cus I need the alarm. I have to try to sleep before working Friday night, and Sat I'm staying up to make it to the bank at 9 am so I'll be up about 26 hours or so.
I work 8a-5p. Then 11p-7a. For $8.25 an hour? Is it worth it? Um, we're going to see about that. I'm not so sure I should be working midnights for $8.25. You know I work thru a temp service, and they pay the temp service more than we make, if they paid people a decent wage I bet the turnover would die down. Assholes.
Friday, January 26, 2007
My Big Fish Story...
So we remember I live atop a grand hill, right? Of course it snowed and iced, and even though Tayray had to call and harass the landlord to have it plowed, it was still icy when I got home from work, and I saw Tayray parked next door in this landscaper's lot. I tried to park next to her, and I got stuck, couldn't go back or forwards. I had to truck it up the hill in the snow in my work clothes, luckily Tayray's man (Who I'm calling TM from now on) was home, so they came down and pushed me free.
I made it to work at the police station, where my ex-husbands (not so little anymore) cousin came in to file a police report. Her purse was stolen from her car at the Olive Garden. Note to everyone....there is a purse snatcher in the Belden Village/Lake Cable area, taking them from cars, and people. Each night we get several reports of this.
Anyway, I thought...I know this girl. I knew it was his cousin, and when she gave her name, that confirmed it. She was like 9 or 10 or something when we last were together. Now, she is driving, and working! Her mom was a rotten bitch too, but we won't go there.
Small world! The stinking trainee that came in, and kept begging for us to work the wknd, got us wknd hours. I don't want to freaking work the wknd. Now I have to go in tomorrow.
So I trot my butt home and CP said he'd be over when I got home, so I just go for it up the driveway vroooooooooom. I'm sliding around the whole way up, and I make it to the almost very top, and I'm spinning tires. Not going anywhere, but yet at an incline that I knew I could start sliding from at any moment.
So, I put the brake on and call Tayray, luckily TM was still over. He comes out. I'm
like, "I have no idea what the hell to do without wrecking". He told me to go back down backwards. I said "ummm, no thanks, can you do it?" So he said to put my car in park, I said won't it slide? He said just try it. I put it in park. Foot off the brake, it's not moving. Yay.
So, then I get out of the car for him to get in and I'm out and away from my car, and THEN it starts to slide down the driveway! Gaining momentum. There are 3 things my car could hit. The very deep ditch, a telephone pole, or the people across the street's house. I flipped out, he yells "get in the car get in the car!" In my effort to try to get in the car, the door smacks me in the mouth, (which fucking hurt)
In retrospect, the look on TM's face was priceless. I get in the car and yell "what do I do?" TM said put on the brake! I couldn't find the brake at first! I get it on and then my car turns sideways, and came within inches of hitting the telephone pole wires. Luckily, he got my car up with no incident, some spinning tires, but he didn't get stuck like I did.
Today, my lip feels like it has a bubble on it, and it bothers me. It doesn't look bad but it freaking hurts. My lips hurt real bad.
CP had to drive my car down for me this morning. I tell you what, it's getting really old contending with a hill. It hasn't even snowed much at all, and you can't keep the damn thing clear? C'mon! It's like a freaking battle to come and go!
I made it to work at the police station, where my ex-husbands (not so little anymore) cousin came in to file a police report. Her purse was stolen from her car at the Olive Garden. Note to everyone....there is a purse snatcher in the Belden Village/Lake Cable area, taking them from cars, and people. Each night we get several reports of this.
Anyway, I thought...I know this girl. I knew it was his cousin, and when she gave her name, that confirmed it. She was like 9 or 10 or something when we last were together. Now, she is driving, and working! Her mom was a rotten bitch too, but we won't go there.
Small world! The stinking trainee that came in, and kept begging for us to work the wknd, got us wknd hours. I don't want to freaking work the wknd. Now I have to go in tomorrow.
So I trot my butt home and CP said he'd be over when I got home, so I just go for it up the driveway vroooooooooom. I'm sliding around the whole way up, and I make it to the almost very top, and I'm spinning tires. Not going anywhere, but yet at an incline that I knew I could start sliding from at any moment.
So, I put the brake on and call Tayray, luckily TM was still over. He comes out. I'm
like, "I have no idea what the hell to do without wrecking". He told me to go back down backwards. I said "ummm, no thanks, can you do it?" So he said to put my car in park, I said won't it slide? He said just try it. I put it in park. Foot off the brake, it's not moving. Yay.
So, then I get out of the car for him to get in and I'm out and away from my car, and THEN it starts to slide down the driveway! Gaining momentum. There are 3 things my car could hit. The very deep ditch, a telephone pole, or the people across the street's house. I flipped out, he yells "get in the car get in the car!" In my effort to try to get in the car, the door smacks me in the mouth, (which fucking hurt)
In retrospect, the look on TM's face was priceless. I get in the car and yell "what do I do?" TM said put on the brake! I couldn't find the brake at first! I get it on and then my car turns sideways, and came within inches of hitting the telephone pole wires. Luckily, he got my car up with no incident, some spinning tires, but he didn't get stuck like I did.
Today, my lip feels like it has a bubble on it, and it bothers me. It doesn't look bad but it freaking hurts. My lips hurt real bad.
CP had to drive my car down for me this morning. I tell you what, it's getting really old contending with a hill. It hasn't even snowed much at all, and you can't keep the damn thing clear? C'mon! It's like a freaking battle to come and go!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Importance is Not Important To Me...
I have nothing important to say. If you think about it. I am not sure that I ever do. So, business as usual. Awesome. Too bad it snowed. Like, for real snow. None of that, dusting of the grass shit we've had a couple times this winter. We have coverage. I'm going to have to take a picture of my driveway so you can understand what me and Tayray are faced with in the winter.
I went on my lunch yesterday and got my oil changed, and my radiator flushed. You should have seen my antifreeze. It was pale pink. It's suppose to be fleurescent orange. Nice. I forgot last winter they told me to flush it and I never did. Whoopsie. So now, she's good to go in the freezing cold. I'm poor, but it's way cheaper than buying a new car. I lost 2 cars to radiator problems. Never getting it flushed. That is my advice to everyone. Get your radiator flushed. You'll thank me some day.
Last night at the police station...they called in a officer to go shoot a deer. It was hit by a car and half dead. It made my heart sink. Ugh. And they called the one with no compassion too. But when he got there he said it went off into the woods and he didn't get to it in time. They call someone to come get the deer and process it when they die. To uh, eat. Isn't that sick? Um, just cus you get a call from the cops to pick it up, doesn't mean you're still not eating road kill people. Barf.
Accomplishment of the week. I've had 2 bottles of wine for a week. They aren't my usual yummy kind. And I've been mixing them. I never claimed to be an officianotto. I like what I like. I mixed Fat Bastard chardonnay with a local winery's apricot wine. And, it's pretty damn good so shut it. I didn't drink them all! Go me!
CP has been teasing me for days now about how he got me something he claims to be one step down from diamonds. I guessed gold. Well, first I said if it's Edwin you better let him out of the trunk because he may freeze to death. *Sigh* not everyone is as obsessed as me I suppose. He has been making me wait for days to get my gift. The other day he bought me candles and cigarettes, and sunkist. I love my sunkist, it's my special treat to myself for hangovers. Not that I was hungover during the week. And 4 drug tests. Not for me, for him. So I could have some sort of security. Truth is I think I might know what my suprise is, and I told a couple people so that when I'm right, he will know I guessed it.
His hint was it's round, and square at the same time. Riddle me this.
I went on my lunch yesterday and got my oil changed, and my radiator flushed. You should have seen my antifreeze. It was pale pink. It's suppose to be fleurescent orange. Nice. I forgot last winter they told me to flush it and I never did. Whoopsie. So now, she's good to go in the freezing cold. I'm poor, but it's way cheaper than buying a new car. I lost 2 cars to radiator problems. Never getting it flushed. That is my advice to everyone. Get your radiator flushed. You'll thank me some day.
Last night at the police station...they called in a officer to go shoot a deer. It was hit by a car and half dead. It made my heart sink. Ugh. And they called the one with no compassion too. But when he got there he said it went off into the woods and he didn't get to it in time. They call someone to come get the deer and process it when they die. To uh, eat. Isn't that sick? Um, just cus you get a call from the cops to pick it up, doesn't mean you're still not eating road kill people. Barf.
Accomplishment of the week. I've had 2 bottles of wine for a week. They aren't my usual yummy kind. And I've been mixing them. I never claimed to be an officianotto. I like what I like. I mixed Fat Bastard chardonnay with a local winery's apricot wine. And, it's pretty damn good so shut it. I didn't drink them all! Go me!
CP has been teasing me for days now about how he got me something he claims to be one step down from diamonds. I guessed gold. Well, first I said if it's Edwin you better let him out of the trunk because he may freeze to death. *Sigh* not everyone is as obsessed as me I suppose. He has been making me wait for days to get my gift. The other day he bought me candles and cigarettes, and sunkist. I love my sunkist, it's my special treat to myself for hangovers. Not that I was hungover during the week. And 4 drug tests. Not for me, for him. So I could have some sort of security. Truth is I think I might know what my suprise is, and I told a couple people so that when I'm right, he will know I guessed it.
His hint was it's round, and square at the same time. Riddle me this.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Are we all ready to get scurvy? Sad about the oranges and lemons freezing in the south.I think thats why I'm getting sick. I blame the oranges. And avocados. I'm sorta glad I'm out of the horticultural business. It's going down. Global warming and what-not. Did you know that it takes a pineapple 18 months to grow? 1 Pineapple? I learned that on Martha Stewart.
It's really winter here now. It has been for like, 2 weeks it's been cold. It was nice to have a break from the cold and snow I suppose. Guess the break is over. Yes, people won't need plants and flowers cus they won't grow well in this warm globe, but people will always need jewelry. Because as long as there are men in the world fucking things up, there will always be diamonds that need to be bought. Am I right?
Guess what else is on TV again? The Real Housewives of Orange County. I just love that show. Despite being sick, I still went to the police station last night. And, I still worked out. Though, walking alone tuckered me out I still pressed on for the rest of the workout. This summer I'm going to wear comfortable clothes and feel comfortable. I have small goals.
The only excitement from the police station last night was the hot girl cop had a juvenile in the
station. When his mom came to sign for him, she asked why he was picked up. "Oh, he shoved a box of condoms down his pants" That had to make him feel like a complete tool. Our system was down that you see the calls, and look up case numbers, and even assign numbers. That made for an interesting night.
Some guy came in, and asked me for the number to a police station in Lubbock TX. As if every police station is somehow linked. I looked it up online and he seemed confused. I asked what he was looking for, and he said "my brother". Apparently no one has heard from him. I told him, to call and ask them to do a "welfare check". That just means the po-po will show up and say the family is worried about them.
But between you and me, I think this dude was a serial killer. He had crazy eyes. And he told us a story about his neighbor being dead 2 weeks in the shower before the cops found him, and the police used his ladder. Then he went on to say his 2 week old dead neighbor weighed 285 alive, and after being dead in his shower 2 weeks he weighed 140. "That's how much of him washed down the drain" crazy eyes said. I wonder, how a neighbor knows such intimate details such as the weight of a dead person. "This is a really nice building you have here" he said. Like...I built it or something.
Just so you all feel safe, I've made a mental note of crazy eyes. I have but 2 more weeks of training during the week. YAY! After that, I'll be on weekends. The other trainee and I split 2 midnight shifts in February so we each only had to work 1 day. We both work full time jobs. So going in on Friday night at 11pm-7am after working 8-5, is gonna be earth shattering. We
also asked to pick up a shift of two from the other girls. I am not too thrilled about it I like having time off before going full swing!
Psycho Lost Moment:
So I've decided that in the previews they are showing for Lost, that Desmond says "no matter what I do you're gonna die .....Jack" they cut it off before he says a name, but his lips clearly formed the J formation in preparation of saying Jack. I have watched this preview, about 50 times. Don't doubt me.
It's really winter here now. It has been for like, 2 weeks it's been cold. It was nice to have a break from the cold and snow I suppose. Guess the break is over. Yes, people won't need plants and flowers cus they won't grow well in this warm globe, but people will always need jewelry. Because as long as there are men in the world fucking things up, there will always be diamonds that need to be bought. Am I right?
Guess what else is on TV again? The Real Housewives of Orange County. I just love that show. Despite being sick, I still went to the police station last night. And, I still worked out. Though, walking alone tuckered me out I still pressed on for the rest of the workout. This summer I'm going to wear comfortable clothes and feel comfortable. I have small goals.
The only excitement from the police station last night was the hot girl cop had a juvenile in the
station. When his mom came to sign for him, she asked why he was picked up. "Oh, he shoved a box of condoms down his pants" That had to make him feel like a complete tool. Our system was down that you see the calls, and look up case numbers, and even assign numbers. That made for an interesting night.
Some guy came in, and asked me for the number to a police station in Lubbock TX. As if every police station is somehow linked. I looked it up online and he seemed confused. I asked what he was looking for, and he said "my brother". Apparently no one has heard from him. I told him, to call and ask them to do a "welfare check". That just means the po-po will show up and say the family is worried about them.
But between you and me, I think this dude was a serial killer. He had crazy eyes. And he told us a story about his neighbor being dead 2 weeks in the shower before the cops found him, and the police used his ladder. Then he went on to say his 2 week old dead neighbor weighed 285 alive, and after being dead in his shower 2 weeks he weighed 140. "That's how much of him washed down the drain" crazy eyes said. I wonder, how a neighbor knows such intimate details such as the weight of a dead person. "This is a really nice building you have here" he said. Like...I built it or something.
Just so you all feel safe, I've made a mental note of crazy eyes. I have but 2 more weeks of training during the week. YAY! After that, I'll be on weekends. The other trainee and I split 2 midnight shifts in February so we each only had to work 1 day. We both work full time jobs. So going in on Friday night at 11pm-7am after working 8-5, is gonna be earth shattering. We
also asked to pick up a shift of two from the other girls. I am not too thrilled about it I like having time off before going full swing!
Psycho Lost Moment:
So I've decided that in the previews they are showing for Lost, that Desmond says "no matter what I do you're gonna die .....Jack" they cut it off before he says a name, but his lips clearly formed the J formation in preparation of saying Jack. I have watched this preview, about 50 times. Don't doubt me.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
When Even Tivo Lets you Down..
I'm pretty sure that I'm getting sick. I dunno if it's the dried bloody crud in my nose, or the fact that when I blew my nose last night, all my gallons of snot were red that gave it away. Or the fact that it feels like I drank 6 beers and 15 shots by the way my head is heavy, clouded and full. Gotta love the flu season! I thought I made it thru unscathed. Everyone around me was sick, but I diligently cleaned my desk, and purelled my hands. They even installed those automatic purell dispensers that you dont have to touch, everywhere at work. All the doorways, and departments. But, I think it's catching up with me. Not getting enough sleep is a sure fired way to fuck up your immune system. You would think with all the antioxidents I get in the red wine I've been drinking would make me immune though.
At work I've been setting up interviews for my VP. I feel all important saying I am so and so from such and such's office, and I'm calling to set up an interview. People are pretty nice to you when your the big boss's secretary. Then like a good secretary, I attached each person's information along with their interview appointment schedules, and a little info about each of them, such as their sales numbers etc, and the time and numbers they are calling from all in a nice folder arranged by date. Who knew I was such a kick ass assistant? Well, I always knew I had it in me.
Oh well. What's good about life lately. Oh yes, my shows are starting back up! Prison break was on, which was quite exciting, and even more thrilling, HEROS! I love that show to bits and then I scrape up the bits and eat them, so it's with me forever. New heros, is pretty exciting! Hiro cracks me up, I think he makes the show. I saw the previews for the new season at the movie theater, that's how awesome it is.
My long time companion, Tivo has betrayed me. I saved up two weeks worth of What About Brian (only one of the best shows...ever!) so that when Marjorie returned, I could watch all 3 weeks back to back. I hate waiting a week when shit goes down. And Marjorie returning...is big business in the world of What About Brian!! So, at the end of last weeks episode, Marjorie sees her two "men" with new women, and that's how it ends. Argh. I go to find this weeks episode in my play list...and? It didn't record.
What?
I went to my recording history and Tivo says "What About Brian did not record due to a higher priority show being recorded Dr. 90210". Huh? I think Tivo has a malfunction. First of all, I checked my season pass manager, and What About Brian is #3. Only Lost, and Heros outrank it. Meaning, unless Lost or Heros is on, What About Brian will always record. Second of all, only 1 thing was recording at 10 and Tivo can record 2 shows at once. Third, Dr. 90210 isn't even in my season pass list, it's on a wish list. So I check to see if I have it set to auto-record my wish list. Um, no. Were there two things set to record at 10 p.m.? Uh...no.
And fourth????? Dr. 90210 wasn't on at 10 last night. HIGH MAINTENANCE 90210 was on. And I didn't even set it up to record. I had it set for a specific show, Dr. 90210 not KEY WORD 90210. Hello? Tivo? I think I need to break up with you.
If anyone has awesome taste in shows like me and got to see my show please let me know WTF happened!!! I'm dying mkay?
At work I've been setting up interviews for my VP. I feel all important saying I am so and so from such and such's office, and I'm calling to set up an interview. People are pretty nice to you when your the big boss's secretary. Then like a good secretary, I attached each person's information along with their interview appointment schedules, and a little info about each of them, such as their sales numbers etc, and the time and numbers they are calling from all in a nice folder arranged by date. Who knew I was such a kick ass assistant? Well, I always knew I had it in me.
Oh well. What's good about life lately. Oh yes, my shows are starting back up! Prison break was on, which was quite exciting, and even more thrilling, HEROS! I love that show to bits and then I scrape up the bits and eat them, so it's with me forever. New heros, is pretty exciting! Hiro cracks me up, I think he makes the show. I saw the previews for the new season at the movie theater, that's how awesome it is.
My long time companion, Tivo has betrayed me. I saved up two weeks worth of What About Brian (only one of the best shows...ever!) so that when Marjorie returned, I could watch all 3 weeks back to back. I hate waiting a week when shit goes down. And Marjorie returning...is big business in the world of What About Brian!! So, at the end of last weeks episode, Marjorie sees her two "men" with new women, and that's how it ends. Argh. I go to find this weeks episode in my play list...and? It didn't record.
What?
I went to my recording history and Tivo says "What About Brian did not record due to a higher priority show being recorded Dr. 90210". Huh? I think Tivo has a malfunction. First of all, I checked my season pass manager, and What About Brian is #3. Only Lost, and Heros outrank it. Meaning, unless Lost or Heros is on, What About Brian will always record. Second of all, only 1 thing was recording at 10 and Tivo can record 2 shows at once. Third, Dr. 90210 isn't even in my season pass list, it's on a wish list. So I check to see if I have it set to auto-record my wish list. Um, no. Were there two things set to record at 10 p.m.? Uh...no.
And fourth????? Dr. 90210 wasn't on at 10 last night. HIGH MAINTENANCE 90210 was on. And I didn't even set it up to record. I had it set for a specific show, Dr. 90210 not KEY WORD 90210. Hello? Tivo? I think I need to break up with you.
If anyone has awesome taste in shows like me and got to see my show please let me know WTF happened!!! I'm dying mkay?
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