I have a friend. Not that hard to believe, even serial killers have friends. Up until the time the kill them, but nonetheless.
I have a friend. Let’s call him “Al”, not that that is part of his real name. Let us think of it as a tribute to a Paul Simon song with a lyric about his friend “Al”.
Al is having surgery on his shoulder on Monday. Al isn’t a very emotive kind of guy. He keeps his thoughts to himself, for the most part. Not to say that he isn’t a talker, or a friendly person. Remember that I stated that he was a friend of mine. But he does like to keep things close to the vest. He has issues that we might have the time to deal with, but I am not holding my breath.
Back to the surgery. It is his right shoulder that he is having operated on. We were discussing it briefly on Saturday, and it came up that he is concerned about what is going to happen when he has to.. well…poop. You see, he is a right handed wiper. Now, please understand that I am a sensitive kind of guy, who sees his friend in a predicament. But this struck me as hilarious.
Especially since he told me that he has been practicing wiping his ass with his left hand. This took me over the top, and I just could not stop laughing.
Reminded me of a woman that I worked with who, against the advice of her Dr., had both of her wrists operated on for carpal tunnel syndrome. Yeah. Unable to use her hands for the first week. Her husband was not too happy about that week.
So. Thought that I would share those nuggets, no pun intended, with you this morning. It is hellaciously cold here in Pennsylvania. I have to work while the rest of you are watching the football playoffs, and eating chips and dip. Don’t forget to go here to find out how much more weight I have lost.
Blame the fact that I need a paying gig to make the bank happy, and to keep the girls feed.
The Manager of the store I work at decided that it would be a great idea for the management staff to work 6 days this week. Retail schedules are based off of labor dollars that are budgeted for that particular store/location. It is like a check book. You have a certain number of dollars to use. I am in a store that has had declining sales from last year to this year. Consequently, less labor dollars to spend. So enters the bright idea.
I had the opportunity to work as a scheduled associate in 2 of my departments this week, on top of the 2 nights that I am always scheduled. So that equals 4 nights this week. Which doesn’t help the gym situation. And I haven’t seen the girls this week except to say goodbye in the morning as they go to work/school.
More to come. I am putting together the story of “the Dannefell Road Tragedy each night as I am driving home. It is almost there. Have faith, you will like this one.
Please understand that I fully intend at some point in time to monetize this blog. I want to be up front with this.
Why am I going to monetize it? Because I have been looking for a way to get out of being a wage slave for the past 27 years. Since the first day that I took a job with and bellied up to the barrel for my first pay check I have been looking for a way out.
There. I said it. I don’t like going to work everyday having some person that I don’t really want to deal with telling me what to do. I also am really not down with the whole concept that is generally held out “there” that people can get bitchy and rude with me. It amazes me to this day that I have little old ladies get so mad at me over not having a particular can of something, when the store carries a gazillion different styles of canned something that the little old lady can call me names, question my parentage, and not expect me to deck her. Or that I have men telling me that they are going to call in favors with friends in the “government” to investigate my store because they think that the prices are too high. What the heck is going on with people?
That is why I am going to monetize this blog. I can’t deal with stupidity any longer. At least with anyones other than my own. And I can be pretty stupid at times. But that is just part of my charm.
So. You will see some items here that I am touting. Hopefully, you won’t see anything stupid here. Other than the things that roll around in my head, normally. So be forewarned.