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dragonlady7It is moderately astonishing that we had a tornado in Cheektowaga, NY, but what really knocked my socks off is that... ok, this tornado was at Union Rd. near Walden. The airport is like three blocks away. NO PLANE DELAYS resulted from this TORNADO. Nope!
Yesterday at work was hilarious, for various reasons.
It was an awful week, this past week. It's been unrelentingly busy, with lots of delays and cranky people and FUCKING CHEAPSKATES, pardon my capslock. The dynamic duo of the two most senior employees were both hanging on by the skin of their fingernails: shortly after I arrived, the bartender, a 20+ year veteran, informed us frazzledly that she needed a couple minutes and could we please watch the bar for her-- which has never happened before. I gave her a hug and told her it was Friday.
The Senior Cocktail Waitress had taken a tranquilizer. She went from being moderately on-edge to, rather suddenly, being very mellow and amused by everything. She started forgetting orders and spilling things-- in other words, acting like I do anyway. She was, of course, perfectly competent, and perfectly aware of her new limitations, but it was absolutely hysterical. Which elevated my own mood considerably. And she just plain didn't care about all the bad things, which was inspiring.
Also the usual bartender had the night off, so one of the young guys came in for her. He has in the past been not the best coworker, but he prefers bartending to serving, so he was motivated to do well. And he's improved a great deal since I last worked with him. He is actually competent, and when it got busy he handled it, and he kept up with most of the dishes, and I had to go into the kitchen and ask the staff, "Would you say we're less busy than normal?" "No," answered the various staff members. "Hm." "But," the unit lead commented, "You must not be busy! You ain't tried to run me over even once yet today."
"I know," I said gleefully.
In other news I have been doing a lot of writing on the bus this week, and so when I get home I've just wanted to veg on the Internet. So I've been reading the archives of Smart Bitches Trashy Books.
Which means I have a whole bunch of tabs open of links that either amused or astounded me.
Have you ever read any James Fenimore Cooper? I did in 7th grade, and I liked them well enough to read them all, but dear Christ the man could abuse a comma. I emulated his writing style very briefly, but only because I wanted to frighten people.
Mark Twain snarked the everloving hell out of him, to delightful effect.
I think I knew this but I'm a little scared by it:
Pregnancy Rates For Birth Control Methods. Hmmmmm.
This link has nothing to do with any of the others. This is Artvoice. Z sent me this one.
Iraq Veterans Speak Up
It's a series of interviews with Iraq War veterans, apparently excerpted from a longer piece available here:
http://www.historiansagainstwar.org/resources
In other other news, not much going on. I have been neglecting the housework. My sisters are coming Sunday night, and I really haven't gotten ready for that at all. I am frustrated because no matter how fast I progress on this novel it's still not done. I am tired because I feel like my life is in a holding pattern and all my working is like a hamster on a wheel. Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak... I mean, at least I'm burning calories, right? I guess I'll try to enjoy the wheel while I'm on it. Some people pay money to get on these things.
Yesterday at work was hilarious, for various reasons.
It was an awful week, this past week. It's been unrelentingly busy, with lots of delays and cranky people and FUCKING CHEAPSKATES, pardon my capslock. The dynamic duo of the two most senior employees were both hanging on by the skin of their fingernails: shortly after I arrived, the bartender, a 20+ year veteran, informed us frazzledly that she needed a couple minutes and could we please watch the bar for her-- which has never happened before. I gave her a hug and told her it was Friday.
The Senior Cocktail Waitress had taken a tranquilizer. She went from being moderately on-edge to, rather suddenly, being very mellow and amused by everything. She started forgetting orders and spilling things-- in other words, acting like I do anyway. She was, of course, perfectly competent, and perfectly aware of her new limitations, but it was absolutely hysterical. Which elevated my own mood considerably. And she just plain didn't care about all the bad things, which was inspiring.
Also the usual bartender had the night off, so one of the young guys came in for her. He has in the past been not the best coworker, but he prefers bartending to serving, so he was motivated to do well. And he's improved a great deal since I last worked with him. He is actually competent, and when it got busy he handled it, and he kept up with most of the dishes, and I had to go into the kitchen and ask the staff, "Would you say we're less busy than normal?" "No," answered the various staff members. "Hm." "But," the unit lead commented, "You must not be busy! You ain't tried to run me over even once yet today."
"I know," I said gleefully.
In other news I have been doing a lot of writing on the bus this week, and so when I get home I've just wanted to veg on the Internet. So I've been reading the archives of Smart Bitches Trashy Books.
Which means I have a whole bunch of tabs open of links that either amused or astounded me.
Have you ever read any James Fenimore Cooper? I did in 7th grade, and I liked them well enough to read them all, but dear Christ the man could abuse a comma. I emulated his writing style very briefly, but only because I wanted to frighten people.
Mark Twain snarked the everloving hell out of him, to delightful effect.
I think I knew this but I'm a little scared by it:
Pregnancy Rates For Birth Control Methods. Hmmmmm.
This link has nothing to do with any of the others. This is Artvoice. Z sent me this one.
Iraq Veterans Speak Up
War is a large-scale version of one college football team fighting another; everyone thinks war must have some more significance behind it, but it really doesn’t. People view their government like a child views their parents: I am not sure why we are doing this, but it must be okay because my parents said so, or my government said so…
It's a series of interviews with Iraq War veterans, apparently excerpted from a longer piece available here:
http://www.historiansagainstwar.org/resources
In other other news, not much going on. I have been neglecting the housework. My sisters are coming Sunday night, and I really haven't gotten ready for that at all. I am frustrated because no matter how fast I progress on this novel it's still not done. I am tired because I feel like my life is in a holding pattern and all my working is like a hamster on a wheel. Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak... I mean, at least I'm burning calories, right? I guess I'll try to enjoy the wheel while I'm on it. Some people pay money to get on these things.
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