to the a**hol*s who post and dont open (everywhere)

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Reply to: see below
Date: 2008-08-01, 1:44PM EDT



Have you noticed the high price of gas here? why would you post to have a yard sale, make we want to get out of bed, drive my ass over to you house and you dont open? and im referring to the bitch in alkire lakes this morning! you post to start at 8, i drove by 2 times and the last time at 10 am and you are still not open! if your not gonna open then cancel your post, post a cancellation, be considerate to other people who are wasting time and gas driving around looking at all your shit!
contact me at 1-800 stick your yard sale up your ass

Last night Boo' had the worst time getting to sleep in a long time, starting out at 8-8:30 and going way past 12:30. I tried to help and take over so Laura could go to sleep, but she ended up taking the brunt of it all...except for the head-butt directly into my nose...which still hurts a little. This morning Boo' slept in until 9:30 and is all sweet and cuddly and has been on my lap for the last hour or so because it's "lawnmower day" (a dreaded weekly occurence).

This journal has been very neglected. I've mostly been writing in myreccollection and on my new myreccollection myspace page.

The big countdown to unemployment is now over. Today (Monday, that it) was the first day of being an ex-Borders employee, and I handed in my badge this morning (I was allowed to keep it because my official last day was Sunday and I wanted to shop on Friday and still use my discount one more time!). I'm not so much sad as just feeling vulnerable and without a safety net. For 14 years I've felt mostly pretty secure in my job (aside from a few scary moments). I know I'll miss people that I work with, but I don't yet. In a way, I'm relieved that it's now behind me and I'm free to do something else. I really want that something else to be having a record store, but it's such a financially uncertain time to do so. People are having to spend all their money on gas...it's a slow time for retail and for anybody except Exxon-Mobil.

Elizabeth had a melt-down at bedtime, and it felt more like a Saturday night for her getting to sleep. Her mommy usually gets her to bed by 9 and she was up well past 11. I guess she'll get used to me being here when I'm usually at work.

I have to admit...sometimes I'm really scared about being free. I'm not even in the mindset yet about getting another warehouse job (and if there's another kind I can get if the record store doesn't float I'll do it if it's not...well, there's a lot of jobs I wouldn't want to do).

I wish that my live-journal writing had led to a professional writing career like it has for some people I know, but I guess I've been kind of blah about that as well. I'm sick of writing for free, and uninterested in the kind of crappy-assed writing that pays.

Oh well...I've been up since 8AM and had no nap and it finally occurred to me that maybe all of this muddle-headed-ness is just me being tired.

Not sure where she got it but 'Boo is running around saying "MAAAYVIS? MAAAYVIS? MAAAAYVIS?" like I'm supposed to know what that means. I played it tough today and made her watch 'Jack's' even though she was crying and threw herself on the floor. It was the 'Seven Silly Things' show and she eventually overcame her fit and enjoyed the show.

"MAAAYVIS?" WTF!

We had the long awaited "meeting" yesterday at work and second shift were given their 60 day notice. This means my last day will be May 9th, one week before my 14th Anniversary with the company on May 16th. I'm actually sadder than I thought I'd be now that I know. Now we need to figure things out, like when we're going to Seattle and all that. Then I'll have to start all over again from the bottom and be "the new guy" somewhere. I haven't been "the new guy" since 1994.

They are offering us a number of helpful things like job placement and things like that. We are even having a course on strategic "will work 4 food" sign-making and where the best places are to beg for donations! Cool!

The view from our front porch earlier today of snow coming down. We can't get to the sidewalk. Laura almost got buried in snow coming back from shaking the snow off the Dish so our television would continue getting fed images of the outside world. Luckily they called off my work last night even though it wasn't a "Level 3" snow emergency (which they still haven't called in our county for some reason). The kicker is that, by this time next week, the forecast is for 40s & 50s, so all of this snow is going to melt and have to go downstream somewhere!

Today I felt somewhat better...enough to take the e-bay to the post-office. Later, when Laura went out for a bit, Elizabeth and I went into my office and listened to old new wave records really loudly! Above she's boppin' out to "Precious" by the PRETENDERS...and we were both dancing to it and, next, the Police (she was singing "do do do da da da"!) and, of course, the RAMONES (which I knew she'd love...though I didn't tell her about Johnny voting for Bush...).

tomorrow...the world (or something like that...I need to finish fixing up my room and we want to go to a couple of in-door flea markets...Laura says I need more records!).

goodbye to the month of sickness (off and on, by all three of us, including a quick bout with some kind of flu that sent me home Thursday night from work)...sick of getting sick.

Elizabeth before we leave for supper: "Milkshake? Milkshake? Milkshake?"

Elizabeth after dinner at home, after supper, after having taken two sips from milkshake that we went out of our way for on the way home:
Me: "Elizabeth, drink your milkshake sweety, before it goes warm"
Elizabeth: "Night-night milkshake, night-night milkshake"

Elizabeth fifteen minutes later after I got frustrated and drank the shake she wouldn't drink and ran away from in tears whenever I tried to give it to her:
"Milkshake? Milkshake? Milkshake?"
Then she finds the lid and straw from the now consumed milkshake and licks them, making me feel guilty for drinking her milkshake!

It's been a rough couple of days...she had 104 degree fever twice, we were in the hospital for five hours yesterday (and I went into work afterward half a night late), and then a follow-up at the doctor friday.

...until unemployment!

We finally had our meeting yesterday and learned more details of our certain fate. One week of slow until the new fiscal year begins then we'll be busy busy for a while, and then our in-coming will taper off and be re-directed to the other facilities gradually. The first to go will be second shift, as a group, and they expect that to be in May or June. So, at least I may make my 14th anniversary. It's weird how un-gloomy the room was to find out our collective fate. In general, most of us are kind of looking forward to it. I certainly am, even though the prospect of starting all over again somewhere else scares me. For the last ten years I've been the guy who's been around a long time. It will be weird being "that new guy" somewhere. Plus, now I need to figure out what else I want to do, and what other line of work I can do. I'm thinking of going back to college and taking more 'Speaking Casual German' courses to perk up my prospects. I could also get into Ice Road Trucking or climbing Mt. Everest, but I guess we'd have to get a sitter if I did, so maybe I'll just find another job around here somewhere.