Just Stuff

It’s cold. Really frakking cold. OK, I know it’s been colder and will be again but it’s flipping October!

I started this out on the deck, but quickly moved back inside. Even with my leather jacket on it wasn’t enough to stay comfortable and the wind wasn’t even blowing. Good grief. I think I’m becoming a total wimp in my dotage, it is only 50 outside, and the way I was shivering you’d have thought there was a foot or more of snow on the ground.

Speaking of which, we didn’t get any. I wasn’t expecting any, but it seems some weather personality in the local area mentioned that there *might* be flurries or even a light dusting of snow in the higher elevations (above 2000ft) on Sunday night and for some reason people down in the valley where I work went bug-nut crazy and started buying all the bread, milk, cheese, and frozen food they could get their hands on. We ran completely out of all the house brand varieties of milk except whole. Something like 5,000 gallons of milk in thirteen hours. What the hell? It wouldn’t have been so bad except the way the scheduling computer is set up it only gives us one person per shift on the weekends for the dairy department. The poor guys just couldn’t keep up. We had asked them to fill the 2% and 1% doors with whole (we still had skim at the time) so the cooler wouldn’t look so empty, and we were told in no uncertain terms that it was all they could do to keep whole milk in the one door it’s normally in, that people were taking it out of their hands as they put it in the rack, so go away or throw some milk up.

So anyway, when I say "down in the valley" I mean it. According to the GPS in my car the store sits at about 850 ft ASL, my place is at 1100 or 1200 depending on what kind of mood it’s in when I park, and my parents’ place it at about 1750 ft ASL. There are not a lot of people, if there are any people, that shop at my store AND live in an area considered to be a higher elevation. Hence there was no reason for people to react like they did. Dip wads.

TreeSap concluded her high risk pregnancy completely worn out but with a new healthy son to show for it. Of course babydaddy is being an ass about everything. Is it just something about guys that turns us into idiots in that situation or is it just the people my friends have chosen to get them pregnant? Hello! Here I am! Decent guy, gonna take care of you and the baby! Gonna be there when you have it, gonna be there to help raise it! And I’m not getting any. Damn. Of all the people at my store that are seemingly having sex from the time they clock out to the time they clock back in the next day (you should hear some of the break room conversations, seriously) why am I not one of them?

Joined a gym the other day. $20/month for the next year and I get 24/7 access to the facilities. And they’ve got (mostly) up to date equipment too, no leftovers from a Sears that was going out of business or anything like that. Critter and I have said we are going to shame each other into going regularly. We’ll see how that works. We’ve already been once, the day I joined.

She’s got some stuff going on too. I think most of it is just OtherGuy being a goober as usual, but she’s seemed kind of distracted lately, more so than usual. Oh well.

Ember is doing OK too. They keep moving the closing date for the house on her so that’s making her nuts. She might be having some guy issues too but she’s pretty well gotten used to dealing with that. I really wish I could just up and move down there with her. It would be nice to be around her again. Crapola.

Recovered a video of K I took last weekend when we went to the Amerind Festival. It got imported into iPhoto, which doesn’t know how to deal with it, but I discovered I can send it from there to iMovie and from iMovie to iTunes. I think from now on I’m going to see if I just can’t keep it from being erased from the phone to begin with…

The overnight manager called in sick last night, so I ended up working from 0800 to 0230, with the Senior Manager leaving early (at about 1900) and coming back at 0200. That wore me the hell out. There was a time when I could be up for 36 hours straight and work twenty of them and still be raring for more. I was lucky I made it home last night. I’m a long way from nineteen years old, and it’s depressing.

Oh, and add to the drama that I locked my keys in the car *and* managed to run the battery down so the keypad wouldn’t work to open the door. Luckily I discovered that when I was leaving to take my second lunch, and still managed to get an unlocking service out to the store and someone to jump start me all in less than an hour. I even managed to run down the road to Taco Bell and grab some food to keep me up before my time was up.

For staying over last night I was given today off, but I have to go back in and work my normal shift tomorrow, then have my three days off. That’s a little silly in my opinion, but I suppose that’s what they pay me for.

Off to see what’s on the TiVo now…