time flies

the whole month without shaggy has been dragging and draaaaaging on, and suddenly, i only have two days left, and the house is still a semi-disaster. and i have to work until a half hour before the plane lands, so we'll see if i even make it to the airport to pick him up... joy. it'll be a frantic couple of days. i'm trying to find somewhere to donate several trash bags full of fabric pieces that i don't want. i'd hate to waste them. i left a message at the closest high school to see if they want them for home ec, or something. maybe they'll call back.
i have a to-do list, and i was flying through it just great until a fellow crazy cat lady called me. then i went to her house and we talked cats for about 3 hours. she's going out of town, so i get to feed her house cats and ferals for a couple of weeks. i also get to trap and fix some of her ferals while she's gone. she's (get this) going up to washington to help out her mom who just had surgery. sound familiar?
so i'd better get back to the list, before realize how tired i am, and fall asleep.

someday, my blog will post

someday, when spring is here, and away to the internet it'll go, and be enjoyed by millions, i know...
okay, so i'm no snow white. and i think the "million" should say "four".

i'm typing under the assumption that someday, somehow, i will make blogger post all my recent posts... maybe i'll suddenly get computer smarts. there's probably some large, brightly-colored, embarrassingly obvious button to click, that i've somehow been missing lately...

i finally have two days off in a row!! presumably, by the end of those days, the apartment will be slightly less of a disaster zone. i did a little bit of laundry yesterday, so there's a head start. now if i only cared. besides, the mess gives the cats more stuff to play with.

and once again, i have survived work without any global disasters. shocking!

am i working yet?

beverages

Good, it looks like I’m bloggin’ again. I have no idea what happened (I’m not very fluent in computer-ese). I like to have stuff just show up after I type it.

I would like to announce that I have survived an entire shift at work without breaking or damaging anything (including myself)!!!!!!! well, I may have tarnished my “image” somewhat when I tore some paper “ocean” off a broken globe, and made a “flood” on the cashier counter…(complete with swishing sounds and frightened shrieks). In my defense, I am very, very tired. Very tired.
I must have also been very thirsty today; I went into two different stores with a specific purchase in mind, and both times came out with literally gallons of various beverages. I now have several green teas, multiple kinds of juices, some blueberry-lemon soda, and four cartons of chocolate almond milk (yum!) all piled in grocery bags in the middle of the floor. I was going to make food when I got home, but the sample counter at trader joes convinced me otherwise. They were sampling a fabulous mushroom risotto with cheese, and their 100% gala apple juice. I bought both. And consumed both. And am now quite full and comfortable. Now what to do with all the beverages…
They won’t fit in the fridge, or the cupboards. Right now, cats are exploring the bags, digging around, and knocking things over. Most of the bottles are plastic though, so I’m not too worried. If all my friends hadn’t moved away, I would have a juice party. Byof or something.
Or I could just leave the pile of bags on the floor. The “pile o’ junk” motif is serving me pretty well right now anyway.

testing

why the hell are my posts not posting, and then posting, and then disappearing?

now i hate bums

This morning I got to escort a bum out of my store. Mind you, we weren’t open yet, but somehow the front door managed to be unlocked (there were several unlockings and relockings going on as workers and deliveries came and went – and we’re not sure exactly when he got in). so he was found wandering around in our kitchen department. I asked if I could help him with anything, and informed him that we were not open yet. He said that he just came in to use the bathroom, and thought that was okay because the door was unlocked. It didn’t strike me at that moment that he would have had to try to open the door to figure out that it wasn’t locked. I walked him to the door, locked it behind him, and went back to work. All well and good, right? Yeah. In my life?
So a few minutes later, my co-manager on the early shift asked me if I had been in the office and done anything with the cash drawers that had been left on a counter to be counted … and, no, the office door was not locked either. Yes, i know it sounds stupid, but dammit, we trust the people who work in the store, and neither one of us had been aware that the front door wasn’t secure. So, it turns out the bum "allegedly" took $200. it could have been worse – there was more out in the open, but he didn’t bother with ones or change. So then we discussed the options: report the theft and face corporate discipline – after hearing rumors that people have been fired for doors being open even when nothing happened- or cough up the missing money to keep our jobs. Hmmmmmm.
So I am $100 poorer (there went my mileage money), and if anyone tries to tell me (in the near future) anything about trusting people or giving people a break, I will probably claw their eyes out. i used to give snacks and bottled water out to bums and the like, but now... don'cha hate it when one jerk-off goes and ruins things for everyone else?
We mentioned to mall security that the man had “tried” to come in our store, and that he was a generally shady character who loitered, so he might get picked up if he comes back. I almost hope he doesn’t because I would literally lose my mind if I had to say, yep, that’s the guy, and still have lost the hundred bucks. I would much rather hunt him down myself and beat him to a bloody pulp. (I already tried looking, but i couldn’t find him; my equally-hundred-bucks-poorer co-manager went out after work to check out places in the area that bums tend to hang out. He even took a description to the local liquor store, and asked the manager to let him know if the bum comes in with a bunch of fives – I’ll get a report in the morning.) Shoot, I don’t deem the proverbial castration with a wooden spoon too harsh for this asshole – or anyone who steals for that matter. I don’t think mr. Had-to-use-the-bathroom is aware that I personally am paying for his little booze or syringe binge this evening. I hope it’s really, really, really, freakin’ cold wherever he ends up passing out in tonight.
Other than that, today went pretty well. Blah!

adventures

today was a day of happenings - at least, the part between 2 and 4 am. i went in to work at 2 with the idea of replacing a broken piece of shelving frame (it had been propped up by bottles of hot sauce since yesterday).
i started by hitting myself in the face with an electric screwdriver, bruising my nose, and blacking both my eyes. then i fixed the shelving frame, started to load the shelves, and bam! a shelf on the "good" side of the frame collapsed. hot sauce and broken glass were relocated to the floor, the sideboards, and my pants and shoes. so i cleaned it up, fixed the shelf, and put away the cleaning compound/broom/wet rags. of course, after i came back, another shelf lost its hot sauce, and i was able to do a repeat performance of the cleanup process.
from that point on, i guess fate figured it couldn't faze me any more, and work went pretty smoothly for the rest of the day. i got home around noonish for cannibal: the musical and a nap.
hooray for sleep!
and for warm, purry kitties to snuggle.