I feel settled in and comfortable at work, I have an idea of what they want and what every person considers their personal "nut". This is hilarious as I guy I used to work with at my old job, and currently work with at this job, just gave notice. He and I do the same job and always have and he was offered a job by the customer. In effect he will be in charge of the shit he used to ship in. I have a feeling my old company will rue the day they let him go and my new company just won't get it. He is younger than I am and still looking to be a valued employee of a good company. My current company views us as expensive and necessary evils, but we will never be valued employees, more like hired guns. Which is fine with me, I don't want to go to the company picnic and Christmas party. I also get insurance through my husband. My colleague wanted more and the customer offered him a job out of the blue. I say good for you and I will be entertained by all the reactions.
My boss believes that managing people is correcting emails. He likes to add additional information that he thinks enhances the content, I just think he is one of those people that must change everything. Whatever. He also takes 3 times longer to order lunch and eat it than anyone else in the world. Hey, as long as I know the rules I am fine with this.
Monday I need to take a grocery sack full of cookies into the materials launch area as those guys are getting real tired of seeing my face asking them for favors. Favors such as "we have sent you in a new iteration of fucked up parts and can we swap them out again"? This of course requires 3 guys and a Hi-lo. WTF.
Got a pedicure this morning, picked up my dress from the dressmaker, and unwrapped my underwear order. Bare Necessities is the best, they carry the best brands at a discount and I have used them for years. Besides the stuff I needed I found a Calvin Klein nightshirt on sale. Now all I need is a bag for the wedding.
Showing posts with label cookies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cookies. Show all posts
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Friday, May 1, 2009
Chrysler News
Well I heard different things this morning, but really they are all about the same news. Two locals (thank you my peeps for calling)(and one grade 93) from Plant Loco report: Hourly and Salaried Bargaining and Contract plant workers are indefinitely laid off with a hope to return date 4-6 weeks. Same for our friends across the border. Now the Unemployment offices will implode again because indefinite lay-off means you must register your resume or whatever to seek work. I wonder if we will all work for the Unemployment people soon.
Well, on to the cookie lady. This was a sad house from the beginning. First a drug addict, on a trust fund, with 3 very evil German Shepherds lived there. It took me a year to run her off. The dogs were a nuisance and a danger to everyone. Once a German Shepherd was running thru my yard and ran into the garage. I hit the switch on the garage and shut the door and called the police. I told them a very menacing and frightful dog was locked in my garage and I feared for my life. The cops came and surrounded the garage, weapons ready and opened the door. Said dog looked their way with a Fritos bag over his head. He liked my garbage. And then the owner, not the evil drug dealer, ran up crying "Pookie, Pookie thank god we found you." He was so happy with the Frito Bandito (as the cops called him) and I was "Curses, foiled again."
Then the drug addict rented the property to what appeared to be people running a group home. This was actually not bad. No one ever outside and no noise, no parties, no dogs. Though the house was really going downhill at this point.
Then the cookie people bought it. It took them a year to renovate. Don't know why but it did appear they gutted the house. Maybe it was pay as you go. Now this is another corner lot with really no yard except for the front. When I say no yard on the back and one side I mean maybe 2 to 3 feet between the house and lot line. Enough to mow. And this is a two story so large house on really small lot. Well on the street side of the driveway and next to the drive way they put in a small patio with a privacy fence. Okay, ya wanna go sit outside sometimes. Then they put in flower beds along the front walkway, some plantings around the porch. A big bush and flowers in the middle of the front yard. Some more plantings around the front. Then they connected the bush in the middle to the foundation plantings. Next a vignette reminiscent of My Old Kentucky tucked in the corner. Then a wishing well vignette next to the sidewalk at the edge of the property. Now there are two huge mud holes on either side of the public sidewalk in the halfway point of the property obviously waiting for a vignette of their own. Oh, by the way their fucking Christmas wreath is still up on their chimney. It is May.
Now you may wonder how my neighbors get their names. Some are obvious, some are due to shocking behaviour. Right after the cookie people moved in they invited everyone to their house on Halloween eve for cider and donuts at 8 PM on a Sunday. They did this by tying a beribboned invitation to my door. Big Daddy asked if I was going. As I reminded him I get up between 3 and 4 AM to go to Plant Loco to get my ass ripped I thought I should stay home and concentrate on packing my bag with pins, foam, pen, pencils, coffee mugs and Tylenol. Shortly thereafter I returned home to another colorful note tied to my door inviting us to join a new neighborhood group by sending in my phone and email information. THE last straw was an invitation a few weeks later to come to the cookie party they were hosting as a get to know your neighbor party. There are 14 people on my street and the majority are whack jobs, what is there to get to know.
Next, me and grandma
Well, on to the cookie lady. This was a sad house from the beginning. First a drug addict, on a trust fund, with 3 very evil German Shepherds lived there. It took me a year to run her off. The dogs were a nuisance and a danger to everyone. Once a German Shepherd was running thru my yard and ran into the garage. I hit the switch on the garage and shut the door and called the police. I told them a very menacing and frightful dog was locked in my garage and I feared for my life. The cops came and surrounded the garage, weapons ready and opened the door. Said dog looked their way with a Fritos bag over his head. He liked my garbage. And then the owner, not the evil drug dealer, ran up crying "Pookie, Pookie thank god we found you." He was so happy with the Frito Bandito (as the cops called him) and I was "Curses, foiled again."
Then the drug addict rented the property to what appeared to be people running a group home. This was actually not bad. No one ever outside and no noise, no parties, no dogs. Though the house was really going downhill at this point.
Then the cookie people bought it. It took them a year to renovate. Don't know why but it did appear they gutted the house. Maybe it was pay as you go. Now this is another corner lot with really no yard except for the front. When I say no yard on the back and one side I mean maybe 2 to 3 feet between the house and lot line. Enough to mow. And this is a two story so large house on really small lot. Well on the street side of the driveway and next to the drive way they put in a small patio with a privacy fence. Okay, ya wanna go sit outside sometimes. Then they put in flower beds along the front walkway, some plantings around the porch. A big bush and flowers in the middle of the front yard. Some more plantings around the front. Then they connected the bush in the middle to the foundation plantings. Next a vignette reminiscent of My Old Kentucky tucked in the corner. Then a wishing well vignette next to the sidewalk at the edge of the property. Now there are two huge mud holes on either side of the public sidewalk in the halfway point of the property obviously waiting for a vignette of their own. Oh, by the way their fucking Christmas wreath is still up on their chimney. It is May.
Now you may wonder how my neighbors get their names. Some are obvious, some are due to shocking behaviour. Right after the cookie people moved in they invited everyone to their house on Halloween eve for cider and donuts at 8 PM on a Sunday. They did this by tying a beribboned invitation to my door. Big Daddy asked if I was going. As I reminded him I get up between 3 and 4 AM to go to Plant Loco to get my ass ripped I thought I should stay home and concentrate on packing my bag with pins, foam, pen, pencils, coffee mugs and Tylenol. Shortly thereafter I returned home to another colorful note tied to my door inviting us to join a new neighborhood group by sending in my phone and email information. THE last straw was an invitation a few weeks later to come to the cookie party they were hosting as a get to know your neighbor party. There are 14 people on my street and the majority are whack jobs, what is there to get to know.
Next, me and grandma
Thursday, February 12, 2009
gregory the worm
Yes I know that you should capitalize first names. gregory does not deserve this honor. He is a worm. Today I spent the entire working hours fending off his accusations that my part is bad. Bad as in how? What portion, dimensions, area, actually offending section of this part do you think is bad you f***ing idiot. Guess what, he can't come up with one. Then he is whining about why no one talks to him and everyone talks to his boss. Maybe cuz you are beyond a jerk.
Next subject, I need a project going forward, this time of year should be next vacation. There will be no vacations in the near future. I think we will garden. That will be our look forward to things happening this year. And finding a restaurant where we are comfortable and happy. Have not been to a restaurant in Detroit (area-Grosse Pointe) for 3 months due to the attitudes and why spend our money on people who do not care if we come back. Fie on you.
Oh, read in the paper bringing a lawsuit of the three headed dog is happening and behind the scenes gossip supports this may be the new spectator sport for the future.
Late breaking news reported on the news-WJR-Nissan just told the three headed dog no more cookies.
Next subject, I need a project going forward, this time of year should be next vacation. There will be no vacations in the near future. I think we will garden. That will be our look forward to things happening this year. And finding a restaurant where we are comfortable and happy. Have not been to a restaurant in Detroit (area-Grosse Pointe) for 3 months due to the attitudes and why spend our money on people who do not care if we come back. Fie on you.
Oh, read in the paper bringing a lawsuit of the three headed dog is happening and behind the scenes gossip supports this may be the new spectator sport for the future.
Late breaking news reported on the news-WJR-Nissan just told the three headed dog no more cookies.
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