Dinner at Antoine's

Guess you noticed the last post did not work. Oh well. I cannot rewrite something lost and can only hope to fill in with New Orleans past vacation photos.

To my friend Obi-Wan who was saluted in the lost blog, thanks again and lets meet with our agenda of friendship. Obi-Wan does not laugh at me and knows what an Avatar is . God, you would have loved the lost post. If you know how to get it back let me know.

These are pictures from our dinner at Antoine's, in the 1840's room. The picture to the left is the duck press described in the book and the right is moi reviewing the collection on the walls. This was a most magnificient dinner and indescribable decor. I really felt as if I was dining in history.

The Sun is Shining

In the spring in Michigan when the sun starts shining a metamorphosis is always unexpected. We forget that people have been in a semi-conscious state for months and only begin to stir when the sun shines and the temp hits high thirties. People are now rapidly running about doing crazy shit. Going outside in shirt-sleeves like it is 50 degrees. Acting sassy. Acting daring. Pretty much fucking up cuz they don't think shit through. And getting caught being stupid.

Two days ago a guy got caught inside the building smoking, BIG NO NO, he got some time off. Did everyone go back outside when the weather was bearable? Hell, no.

Today the Head Dude texted me 2 times on my personal phone which cost me 40 cents. Ya know, I am not going into the poorhouse for 40 cents but have some respect for a new cell-phone policy by my company. I gave you the new phone number in January and told you I am no longer re-paid for expenses on the old number. PAY ATTENTION and do your job, I am already paying for your stupid shit with Obama using my tax dollars to pay your salary.

Today, let us just call him "ZC with an ego problem" wrote me up for a defective part. Then he and his Area Manager hid the part for 6 hours. Tried to ambush my ass in CSA. Well guess what asshole, what comes around goes around and everyone in that plant that counts knows what you did. And this will look really bad tomorrow. Fie on you.

Funny of the day, I have this huge iceberg hanging on my left wiper blade. This iceberg is big enough to take down the Titanic. I can't get this thing off without breaking the wiper. It is 40 degrees F. WTF.

Only 21 Days

This is how I think, in Michigan, (Detroit) after March 15th you can deal with anything. 4 feet of snow only lasts for 48 hours. Ice storm, 12 hours. Assholes, 12 minutes.

Today was again brutal, tomorrow projected to be brutal and then we will warm up to freezing. 32 degrees F. I can hardly wait.

Monica Conyers does not want the new Cobo Hall deal, well Monica go ahead and make this not work. And then I will try to get everyone in Michigan to let Detroit die. Cause guess what. We just don't care anymore and ya'll need to get your own shit together.

Carlita Kilpatrick is very happy in nilly-vanilly tony Texas suburb. Well WTF.

Two-Penny Jenny wants all the money the other Govenors are turning down. Why are they turning this money down- and why does Jenny want it -and the new laws that must be enacted to accept this money? Maybe cause Jenny is out of here and she does not care what chaos she leaves behind. Fie on you Jenny.

I still need to show my new shoes. Maybe next blog.

I am too tired to post

Finally finished with the unemployment police at 3:30, the dear, dear, angel certified me for payment as I was almost in tears as I simply did not know and could not make the system work. I now know the rules and Fie on everyone that should have explained this to me. Thanks to all my UAW peeps who spent their time and energy and favors helping me.

One of my peeps came in looking like a normal person with hair done and a very sassy top, I almost fell over until she told me she had a reason. Hope it works.

gregory the worm told me we had to have a meeting and kept putting me off all day. I will deal with him Monday. Hope he did not get the "springy shoes". Fuck-head.

Working on plan B as this shit is getting old real fast.

Funny of the day: Helping helpless engineer trying to get the PER parts on line. He is actually running about the plant like he is insane. I was getting dizzy trying to watch him-shouting orders to no one and zig-zag around the line with no contact. Finally an operator says to me "I am going to medical and John Doe will not run the trial". Okay. I tell the engineer. He then starts telling the operators how to run the trial. I said to him, DID YOUR HEAR WHAT I SAID. He said "No, I am deaf". WTF.

Annual Performance Reviews

I went slightly ballistic yesterday when I saw my review. OK, I went off the charts. I hate these reviews. I do not take criticism well, especially when it is in the attack format. My boss is not like that and he is good boss. I am the victim of the previous asshole bosses and a dysfunctional family. Aren't we all.

However, I am still taking exception to the "C" in safety. As my boss pointed out these are not grades-they are "Outstanding to We should have fired this fuck months ago". It is 5 choices. Meets Expectations is in the middle, which makes it three, which is a "C".

Now let me explain my circumstances. I go to assembly plants in the hood. Guys sell dope on the street on my way to work. Crack whores throw their bodies on my car and wander the middle of the street begging for money. In the summer whores walk around with their tits hanging out looking for customers. The local police park decoy cars inside the fence. The State Police have brought the dogs in for drug enforcement. Plant Loco has had police shoot-outs in the yard and they restrain people trying to steal from the plant to the chain link fence with plastic tie-straps. We also have rats with names. Also mice with names. People have been killed. Cars are stolen on a regular basis, both the employees and the new cars guarded in the ship yard.

So, I have been doing this job for 12 years. I have never been shot, hurt (the one time a manager threw a door trim panel at me he missed), run over a crack whore, slipped, fell on ice, walked into a HiLo, or was reprimanded for not wearing safety glasses. How the fuck do I get a "C". Just where do you go from here to improve your rating.

Funnies of the day; I am making gregory the worm insane-I have him convinced he is plagued by the dogs of hell with his foot pain. He won't go to the doctor and I keep reminding him of buying shoes with "springy heels". Achilles problems on cement floors is nothing to fuck with.

So gregory hobbles down to the line to explain to an operator why she is seeing the same quality problem 3 days after it was reported. The lying little worm tells her it is fixed. She goes off on him like a dog not fed for a week. It was ugly. Then gregory tell her they can't fix it 'cuz the three headed dog can't pay their bills. Well . . .which is it you little bastard did you fix it or not? By the way he asked her about her shoes with "springy heels". WTF.

Nancy Pelosi is pissing me off

Okay, I don't believe most of what I read, but someone tell me if it is true that Nancy and Obama's vacations plans drove the voting on the "Lets give a lot of money to people with no training to handle the (money) stimulus plan (and by the way they don't need to read the plan) real quick so we can go on our little trips. Trips that cost the US taxpayers mucho dollars in keeping these people from brushing shoulders with us regular folks. Obama, okay I don't want him at Detroit Metro-too much confusion. Nancy, if she doesn't pose with the lip pout would anyone notice she is there except for Anderson Cooper. And he might be busy that day.

Every time I look at the television, Internet, or the old fashioned newspaper I see this woman posing in a manner that indicates to me she thinks she is Demi Moore. I don't know why but I think Demi Moore. Coco Chanel wore pearls but she never played to the balcony. Coco had respect for herself. Never pouted her lips for likes of the ....well let us not go there.

This gets worse, Mitch Albom is thinking like I am according to what I read in the Detroit Free Press, where does Kwame Kilpatrick's mom, a US Congresswoman get the money and-just call it a pair-to send her little boy to Dallas on a private plane on a government salary. And in my opinion why isn't his wife working. I very rarely agree with Mitch Albom.

Weird new of the day, reports from some GREEN scientist reporting in Chicago, Global Climate Change is occurring because China and India are growing their economies and may use more coal. They will be warm and make cars, while we will freeze and somehow the rain forests will burn with no conversation on the fact that the rain forests are being cut down for money for the exotic wood. WTF.

So I say we should get Nancy, Demi, Mitch, Obama, Kwame, and don't forget New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin, and Detroit City Council president Monica Conyers and see if Detroit Councilwoman Martha Reeves (elected because she could sing in the old days) can identify who is who. Martha Reeves is pulled into this mess because she did not know that Tiger Stadium was being torn down-she is really up on local issues. That is the sad state of affairs in our country right now. Nobody leading nobody in Motown and Nancy pursing her lips in photo ops with scarlet lipstick. WTF.

Saint Valentine's Day

Just some random thoughts about Valentine's Day, the day of love-sucking up-begging forgiveness-and for some paying dues. The rest of us just generally don't care unless there is a pressing reason to remember this day.

A few years ago I felt such a need. I told Big Daddy "I expect big, big, excessive Valentine's recognition." BIG-YOU HEAR ME ---BIG. He delivered. It was excessive. It was over the top. It was obscene. I loved it. A beautiful antique garnet necklace, fabulous garnet earrings, red robe-nightgown-slippers, flowers, gourmet dinner, and a card hidden in my smut magazine that I almost did not see. You see I got up from the table without reading the smut collection he had left for me-another gift-and I heard him say, "I got you the Enquirer". I said yes dear, I will read it tomorrow. He said NO, OPEN IT NOW. Well there was my very gushy card. Yes, indeed, he went all out. Just as I asked and that one year it was important to me.

Generally we no longer buy presents for each other on "special occasions". We either buy what we want, sigh over something, or I will hint to Big Daddy that we NEED something I know he wants. That is how it should be. If I see something for someone, something special, I get it and give it to them. Why wait for "special occasions" to make someone happy.

Also, when you gift someone, it should mean something. The price tag does not matter, the thought matters. I collect bohemian garnets, but I can afford it. Might should say could here, as we don't know the future. Anyway, I eat well because Big Daddy loves to cook and Big Daddy wears antique cuff-links because he loves them and I search for them to make him happy when he has a bad day. That is love.

To all my Valentines: Big Daddy, Punkinhead, Gramma, My Mom, Grrdog, BFF(no blog name yet), and all my peeps. Much love and blessings.