Stargate has recently been on the sci-fi channel. Since I've had like a million and a half days off work, and of course its Sunday, I figured I watch it because there's nothing else on TV. I must explain my fascination with this movie. Alright I do realize that this is not really possible. Since re-watching the movie as an adult its even harder because lets face it its not a very good movie.
In case we weren't clear I'm talking about the movie version not the TV show.
I swear I've seen this movie like 100 times. I feel like my brother, his best friend and I used to watch this movie like every other weekend when I was like 12. Only problem with this memory I realize is that the movie came out in 1994. Which means I had to have been like 15/16 when I was watching this movie over and over again. I would have thought I would have been smarter at that age.
This movie is complete crap. From now on I'm going to have to pretend that my brother, and his best friend made me watch it. I'm pretty sure neither of the read my blog, so there will be no one to counter my story. The sad part is as many times as I've watched it I remember very little. I haven't exactly been watching it all the way through this time, so I'm a little confused. If only there were something good to watch.
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Karma's a bitch
This is what I learned this weekend. It all started we they cut my hours at work. I really don't know why this pissed me off so much, but it did. I guess maybe because they didn't bother to ask, or even really tell me until days after they did it. Anyways they cut me, so I decided not to go to work the day after they cut me. I know this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but lets be honest generally speaking I don't. I pretty much didn't want to go to work, so I didn't go. The funny part about this is that about half way through my Friday of doing nothing, but going to the grocery store, I started to feel like shit. I blame this on the energy I expended riding my bike in the freezing cold to the grocery store, but thats just me.
Bottom line I felt like shit. I had to go to work on Saturday morning though because I had to open. Can't really get out of that one. Well I'm sure I could, but I might not really have a job so much after that. First off I had to take a cab to the el, I didn't really want to spend the money to take it all the way downtown, yet at the same time didn't want to walk a mile to the train station.
I get to work, and start my normal shit only in slow motion. Then one of are loss prevention shows up around 6:45ish. He is annoying on a good day, but when I'm sick and its like the ass crack of dawn I really didn't want to listen to him. He was babbling something about ready to open the store at 7am. I'm all like what the fuck we don't open till 8. I know this because theres no one scheduled till then and it says on the schedule that we are open 8-11. Anyways after a good deal of freaking out it turns out we do open at 7am. Apparently everyone knew this but me, the woman that makes our schedule, and our GM. So we rush to open the store which we do around 7:45. Throw some registers up, and convince one of our associates to punch in early. There were other people there but they were suppose to be doing shipment.
I'm running around like a crazy person, for what I don't know because its not like we had any customers. I was just super thrown off. Then I get a phone call around 7:30 that the 9:00 manager is not coming in. Fucking great I think, that leaves me by myself until the next person comes in at 11am. At least our shipment manger was there, so he could help me out, at the expense of course of getting his own job done.
We decided together that he will have to go to lunch at 10, so I will be on the floor by myself instead of the person coming in at 11, who is way new. As soon as we work all this out, someone is calling the shipment manager to the basement for some sort of accident. Turns out K (yes same one from before) two of his fingers with a box cutter, and is bleeding all over the place. Best part our shipment Manager throws up at the site of blood. Great.. so I send him upstairs to watch the floor, and get to work on K's fingers. He did quite a number on them so it took me awhile to get it all together. Lovely lovely day this is and its not even 8am yet.
This whole time mind you I'm trying really hard not to puke on someone myself because I am sick. Blood though doesn't bother me, so I managed that hurdle alright. Of course its Saturday so people don't like to come to work. I have to keep running up and down the four flights of stairs to check that everyone is here, and of course finish my shit I didn't get done earlier.
Every time I walk up the stairs I feel more sick. Which is lovely.
Our shipment manger goes to lunch at 10, and at 10:01 we get completely slammed. I keep thinking don't these people understand I'm going to puke on them. I have ever person in the store who knows how to ring up at the registers. I still have all three floors to worry about, and there really are not people to ring on the second floor.
Let me just explain how stupid people are for a min. They would rather stand in a long slow moving line on the second floor then the first floor even though I have 15 registers on the first floor and only five on the second. This being said, this crazy lady starts bitching me out because we don't have enough cashiers on the second floor. Currently I had 2, but there was literally NO one else to ring. There was nothing I could do. I was able to hold in my anger at this women for about two seconds, saying "look I'm trying here." Yes I could have unleashed a whole lot more anger on the dumb bitch, but normally I'm nice to the customers. I didn't however puke on her, or even say I was going to puke on her which I thought was quite a gesture of self control.
On that note I went to lunch. Or to take a nap as the case was. We did continue to be SUPER busy the rest of my time there which is great when you want to puke on people. And of course when I look sick people think I'm crabby, even though I could honestly careless. I did loose it a bit on one associate who said "gosh you just go here and your already crabby" I about freaked out. It was like 1:30 at this point, and I was like I'm not crabby I'm freaking sick, and I didn't just get here I've been here since 6am. I was just checking on you to make sure everything was cool, so fuck off before I puke on you." Ok I didn't really say the last part but you get the point.
I really don't understand them sometimes. There is a clear difference between sick me and crabby me. Pretty much sick me answers questions with whatever just do it, I don't care. Crabby me is like "what the hell is wrong with you.. are you fucking stupid.. or hell no" You can't really mistake the two.
Anyways by the end of my day there we were trending to have to the second highest volume day of the year. Lovely that will teach me not to call off before I'm actually sick, as Karma is seriously out to get me.
Bottom line I felt like shit. I had to go to work on Saturday morning though because I had to open. Can't really get out of that one. Well I'm sure I could, but I might not really have a job so much after that. First off I had to take a cab to the el, I didn't really want to spend the money to take it all the way downtown, yet at the same time didn't want to walk a mile to the train station.
I get to work, and start my normal shit only in slow motion. Then one of are loss prevention shows up around 6:45ish. He is annoying on a good day, but when I'm sick and its like the ass crack of dawn I really didn't want to listen to him. He was babbling something about ready to open the store at 7am. I'm all like what the fuck we don't open till 8. I know this because theres no one scheduled till then and it says on the schedule that we are open 8-11. Anyways after a good deal of freaking out it turns out we do open at 7am. Apparently everyone knew this but me, the woman that makes our schedule, and our GM. So we rush to open the store which we do around 7:45. Throw some registers up, and convince one of our associates to punch in early. There were other people there but they were suppose to be doing shipment.
I'm running around like a crazy person, for what I don't know because its not like we had any customers. I was just super thrown off. Then I get a phone call around 7:30 that the 9:00 manager is not coming in. Fucking great I think, that leaves me by myself until the next person comes in at 11am. At least our shipment manger was there, so he could help me out, at the expense of course of getting his own job done.
We decided together that he will have to go to lunch at 10, so I will be on the floor by myself instead of the person coming in at 11, who is way new. As soon as we work all this out, someone is calling the shipment manager to the basement for some sort of accident. Turns out K (yes same one from before) two of his fingers with a box cutter, and is bleeding all over the place. Best part our shipment Manager throws up at the site of blood. Great.. so I send him upstairs to watch the floor, and get to work on K's fingers. He did quite a number on them so it took me awhile to get it all together. Lovely lovely day this is and its not even 8am yet.
This whole time mind you I'm trying really hard not to puke on someone myself because I am sick. Blood though doesn't bother me, so I managed that hurdle alright. Of course its Saturday so people don't like to come to work. I have to keep running up and down the four flights of stairs to check that everyone is here, and of course finish my shit I didn't get done earlier.
Every time I walk up the stairs I feel more sick. Which is lovely.
Our shipment manger goes to lunch at 10, and at 10:01 we get completely slammed. I keep thinking don't these people understand I'm going to puke on them. I have ever person in the store who knows how to ring up at the registers. I still have all three floors to worry about, and there really are not people to ring on the second floor.
Let me just explain how stupid people are for a min. They would rather stand in a long slow moving line on the second floor then the first floor even though I have 15 registers on the first floor and only five on the second. This being said, this crazy lady starts bitching me out because we don't have enough cashiers on the second floor. Currently I had 2, but there was literally NO one else to ring. There was nothing I could do. I was able to hold in my anger at this women for about two seconds, saying "look I'm trying here." Yes I could have unleashed a whole lot more anger on the dumb bitch, but normally I'm nice to the customers. I didn't however puke on her, or even say I was going to puke on her which I thought was quite a gesture of self control.
On that note I went to lunch. Or to take a nap as the case was. We did continue to be SUPER busy the rest of my time there which is great when you want to puke on people. And of course when I look sick people think I'm crabby, even though I could honestly careless. I did loose it a bit on one associate who said "gosh you just go here and your already crabby" I about freaked out. It was like 1:30 at this point, and I was like I'm not crabby I'm freaking sick, and I didn't just get here I've been here since 6am. I was just checking on you to make sure everything was cool, so fuck off before I puke on you." Ok I didn't really say the last part but you get the point.
I really don't understand them sometimes. There is a clear difference between sick me and crabby me. Pretty much sick me answers questions with whatever just do it, I don't care. Crabby me is like "what the hell is wrong with you.. are you fucking stupid.. or hell no" You can't really mistake the two.
Anyways by the end of my day there we were trending to have to the second highest volume day of the year. Lovely that will teach me not to call off before I'm actually sick, as Karma is seriously out to get me.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving.
I know that its a bit past Thanksgiving, but I've been kind of busy. Though I thought it time to give you a little recap of my Thanksgiving day.
To start with I worked really late on Wednesday, so I didn't get home until after midnight. There was no way I was going to make it all the way downtown by 10:40 to make the earlier train, so I set out to make the 12:40 train. I was super tried so I didn't really get out of bed at anytime that could be considered early. I did however have more than enough time get downtown to the train. Then it all went downhill from there. First I had to find a bunch of paper work for my brothers truck, which was surely somewhere where it would be easy to find, if only I could remember where that place was. After finally finding it, I set off to starbucks. I didn't have time to make the coffee me myself, so I needed to dip into starbucks. Plus it was hella cold and snowy, so there was no way I was going without some coffee.
I decided upon walking to starbucks that it was too cold so I would just take a cab to the train station. When I went to pay for my drink, I realized that I in fact didn't have my debit card. This is really a big enough deal on its own, but on top of the fact that I never have any cash, and needed to have cash to get on the train, I was kind of freaking out.
I thought to myself maybe I can get cash from the ATM with my visa, then quickly realized that I in fact couldn't because if I have a pin number for it I certainly don't have a clue what it is. Which is probably a good thing. After freaking out a bit I call my friend B who I lives downtown and told her I needed to borrow ten bucks. Of course her being my friend was down with that. So I took a cab to her apartment and got ten dollars, which of course she decided would be twenty.
Then I had about 15 min to get to the train from b's apartment, which was about a two mile walk. SO I pretty much ran all the way there. Looking at my watch about every 3o seconds. Then when I finally made it I couldn't figure out which train it was because none of them said anything. Which is always lovely. I kept walking and realized it was on track number one, so I ran over there. The doors where closed and there was a man knocking on the door. We still had one min. one min I tell you, but the train pulled away right in front of our face. Which sucked not just because it happened but because there wasn't another train for two more hours. I didn't even have that much time to be at my mom's house either because I had to work at 4:30 on Friday.
My dad then had to come pick me up at the end of the blue line. I did go as far west as possible, but still felt bad because he had to drive all the way out to pick me up. Oh well the rest of the day was much better.
To start with I worked really late on Wednesday, so I didn't get home until after midnight. There was no way I was going to make it all the way downtown by 10:40 to make the earlier train, so I set out to make the 12:40 train. I was super tried so I didn't really get out of bed at anytime that could be considered early. I did however have more than enough time get downtown to the train. Then it all went downhill from there. First I had to find a bunch of paper work for my brothers truck, which was surely somewhere where it would be easy to find, if only I could remember where that place was. After finally finding it, I set off to starbucks. I didn't have time to make the coffee me myself, so I needed to dip into starbucks. Plus it was hella cold and snowy, so there was no way I was going without some coffee.
I decided upon walking to starbucks that it was too cold so I would just take a cab to the train station. When I went to pay for my drink, I realized that I in fact didn't have my debit card. This is really a big enough deal on its own, but on top of the fact that I never have any cash, and needed to have cash to get on the train, I was kind of freaking out.
I thought to myself maybe I can get cash from the ATM with my visa, then quickly realized that I in fact couldn't because if I have a pin number for it I certainly don't have a clue what it is. Which is probably a good thing. After freaking out a bit I call my friend B who I lives downtown and told her I needed to borrow ten bucks. Of course her being my friend was down with that. So I took a cab to her apartment and got ten dollars, which of course she decided would be twenty.
Then I had about 15 min to get to the train from b's apartment, which was about a two mile walk. SO I pretty much ran all the way there. Looking at my watch about every 3o seconds. Then when I finally made it I couldn't figure out which train it was because none of them said anything. Which is always lovely. I kept walking and realized it was on track number one, so I ran over there. The doors where closed and there was a man knocking on the door. We still had one min. one min I tell you, but the train pulled away right in front of our face. Which sucked not just because it happened but because there wasn't another train for two more hours. I didn't even have that much time to be at my mom's house either because I had to work at 4:30 on Friday.
My dad then had to come pick me up at the end of the blue line. I did go as far west as possible, but still felt bad because he had to drive all the way out to pick me up. Oh well the rest of the day was much better.
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