Jolene, please come get this asshat

Lily dog is crying for her cookies.

Fed ex destroyed the box and sent it back to me. It was not that bad, they should have called and I would have sent it on. Now it is repacked and on its second journey to Florida. This is not the way it was shipped and I now have spent a fortune to send some dog cookies BFE, Florida.

Well the garbage people are not wearing masks, not staying 6 feet apart and are high-fiving each other. WTF is there to high five about garbage.

Big Daddy finally got some dirt. He is happy. He washed my front window, I am happy.

So Gretchen, the GOV has shut us down to the end of May and the legislature is gonna sue her. And all the farmer's markets are opening this month but I think it is illegal to shop at them. Gretch keeps saying she is saving lives but that was never the point, the point was not to overwhelm the hospitals. If I have to stay in the house until the virus is gone or there is a vaccine I could be here a damn long time.

And Dolly Parton is wrong, if BD doesn't quit trying to piss me off I am gonna pay Jolene to come get his ass.

Covid-19 or what doesn't kill us makes us stronger

Me in front of the clock tower in Graz, Austria. Yes it was cold.

I will never forget when I got on the plane. There were 13 windows and I was in seat 13. I was not a happy camper to get on this shit little airplane in the dreary weather, I was not yet a good flyer. When the rattletrap took to the skies and broke through the clouds and I could see the tops of the Alps in the sunshine I was thrilled to see such a beautiful sight. I flew from Vienna to Graz in amazement.

Well now I am gonna bitch, first to all the asshats that take the whole family shopping on the weekends to Trader Joe's. You are so damn lucky I am the one staying at home during the lockdown. If I had to stand in line and wait for you and your spouse and the kids to exit the store I would be calling the damn Governor and telling that witch to get her ass over here and take care of this shit. This is not the time to be "those people". If I can't buy a gallon of paint you don't need to be bringing all your snotty ass kids to the store. Got it?

I am seeing a huge amount of people on Facebook whining about this virus and lockdown. All seem to be in their twenties. I am gonna say this one time. There is a reason they say only the strong survive. If this nonsense is gonna do you in, well you need to get help. This is nothing, it is irritating, it is boring and yes it is killing people. If you work in hospitals you see people die every day. If you are a mom you see new messes every day. If you are over twenty you know there is way worse shit out there and you will probably see it close up and personal at some point. Quit whining. Life is not fair. As the over used phrase says-put on your big girl/boy panties and get on with it, whatever you have to do.

If you need to hide, go hide, get help. The rest of us have shit to do.

Yes I am an Uber driver

This pic is just to show Punkin Head I am still normal. He Skypes with the baby and I have not been looking to0 hot on Sunday mornings. Don't want to scare the kids, mama is fine.

So, the Uber thing. I did all the stuff you need to do and it is quite a bit of stuff. Uber has all my personal information. I paid to have a 2015 vehicle inspected. I passed a criminal background check. I got rubber mats for my car. I bought cheap ass small bottles of water and packs of gum and snacks.

It was so hard to do that first ride. I was very nervous, not about the ride-about doing everything right. So of course, I did everything wrong. I hit the navigation button and the phone screen changed and everything was odd. I got to the address and this asshat calls me and says I texted you with a different pick up spot. I got him and he had a different name, but I just thought I was a wacko.

Well, it went okay. Then he wanted to stop for fast food. Which took forever and he was a talker. He worked at the place I picked him up, he was a new server, and he had no transportation. And he could not afford Uber he said. But he was paying almost $15.00 for fast food. Huh, who pays that much for fast food?

Finally, on our way he starts wingdinging me out on how he gave a burner phone and it does not match his name and talking about creepy stuff and I was ever so grateful to drop him off. And then the app started working and it was a different name. And I screwed up the app, my first ride and I screwed it up and got a wacko.

Today Uber called and asked why I was not driving. They are fixing it and I am taking Big Daddy for a drive to figure out the app. And I will not make the same mistakes again, should have never let that asshat in my car. Gotta be more careful and diligent. Also only driving daytime. We will see.

My Mexicans are in trouble again

An abandoned house on the way back from Eastern Market.

My Mexicans are supposed to issue documents authorizing sorting and payments. They have a really hard time with this concept. And when they don't do it, I am supposed to shut down the job.

Now, no one has answered my question as to what I am supposed to tell the customer. I am sure they will not take something like that well.

When I was gone on vacation no one did shit about authorizations and POs, and this weekend no one did even less than shit. So Monday morning the shit hits the fan, why wasn't this shit done.

If I don't have this shit that I worked all day to try and get, well tomorrow morning I am gonna put it out and ask how the asshats want me to tell the customer and are they ready to air charter and do they have a plan for the yard, which will be on hold.

Should be fun.

Just Stuff

We had a house full of Peonies for awhile.

I had the week from hell. I don't mean to speak ill of the Mexicans but they can be the stupidest asshats of all time. What part of if you piss off the customer bad enough they will bury ass is hard to understand. When the say put jets in the air, they are pissed.

Then they pretty much told me they were going to shut down 2 assembly plants and when I asked them if they told corporate, they dissed me. I am sorry shutting down a couple of assembly plants usually involves some really ugly meetings. Veins pop out and eyeballs bulge and voices get hoarse from the screaming. I really hate those meetings. Not the Mexicans, because they never have to come. They are too far away for the initial nuclear responses.

Big Daddy has been a good boy so I have been trying to make him happy. I got my ass out of bed on a Saturday to go to Eastern Market at the crack of dawn. I went to breakfast on a Saturday at the crack of dawn. Today I took him to brunch at a newish spot in downtown Detroit, Seldon Standard. I had decaf coffee and biscuits and gravy. It was great. Big Daddy had a cappacino, some green tomato and tomatillo juice and a pork hash. He was in heaven. It was all good.

Punkin Head is in Vermont for his interview tomorrow. He sounds really tired, took the red eye last night.

I am grinding my teeth horribly and need to finally get a Water Pik, just trying to avoid admitting I am falling apart.

Favorite new show Frankie and Grace or Grace and Frankie, with Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda. Hilarious.

22 days to Curly.

I just can't bear it, the idiots have arrived.

See it and weep.

The house across on the corner had the 3 most magnificent birch trees I have ever seen. And one was a paper white. Well, the new people who bought the fabulous birch trees hated them and thought they had a better idea for landscaping. A phony water pump. No it does not work. It just is.

WTF.

It is a travesty.

Creepy bosses

The Griffon guards the Cotton Exchange. In Savannah.

Well, this was a fun day, last Friday.

My boss told me to leave after working my 6 hours so I could keep with the 40 hour rule.

That would be leaving at 1:30 PM.

And then the crashing began with the call for a "Problem" that must be reported out at zero thirty on Monday morning. All the sudden emails started flying and texts to me started arriving. Do this and do that, and then when I said it was starting to sound like work, all communications ceased.

Well, you don't wanna play---we ain't gonna play.

This guy also is asking the off shift person to drive to his house at 4 AM and leave shit on his porch and he won't pay her for the thirty minutes he adds on to her commute. What a shit.

Can't wait to see what is gonna happen Monday.

The week from hell, well 3 days of it

I am beaten down and used and abused.

Monday the snow was horrible, I thought I had a photo, and Big Daddy got stuck at the end of the driveway. Two guys came to help when it was obvious he was gonna hit the Mercedes parked in the street.

I went to work as I knew no one else would and we had an issue. Meeting cancelled, I worked an hour and a half and I was not fired. No one from my company said thanks for risking your life for the sucky parts.

Tuesday the boss sent the replacement in (for him) he is known in the plant as Goofey Guy. I am deliberately missspelling that so it cannot be traced. That is what they all call him. Well GG went to the meeting and the plant told me they never wanted to see GG again.

Chaos continues.

Wednesday the boss shows up and he and GG get the Come To Jesus and should be set and on board with "this is how shit happens". That is a failure, boss refuses to comprehend and GG is too scared to tell him. GG will also not tell their boss. Shit will ensue.

Still not fired.

Thursday boss refuses to show up but also will not tell the plant people. Yes, we had a bad issue blow up. Now I am pissed as I do not have the resources to fix this, but I must be Nancy Nice or get fired, replacement guy wasted 2  hours trying to measure parts his way---as he is an expert---and when they never measured right he stomped off. Oh, did I forget to tell you about when he threw the parts on the floor in the assembly area and stomped his feet. I am not joking here, he stomped his feet to get his way.  2 guys asked me if they should throw him out and I almost thought that was a good idea.

One of these days I am gonna say yes.

I am now asking myself why it is wrong to take Valium on a daily basis.

End of the day, boss is taking his new nasty tone whenever he feels why he has to explain why he does not need to be there---except he will never explain this to the plant.

He is a chicken shit, I have one more day of GG and I am wondering why I have not been fired yet.

By the way, I "work" for a Worldwide Global Company that is well known on Wall Street, this is not some chump company.

Maybe I will get fired tomorrow except the boss is pissed he has to work for the off shift person on Valentines weekend. So maybe he does not want to fire me if he thinks he can guilt me into working then. Wrong asshat, Not gonna do it.

And just so you know the bones of this soap opera, my boss is well compensated with a company car, charge card, and full bennies. And my pay is not cheap.

I may or may not get fired tomorrow

There are some people that find my way of working abrasive. I say fuck that.

There are some people that plan on doing shit that is just wrong and a union violation, then call it okay as long as they don't get caught and again I say fuck that.

The idiots I work for made a decision that is so egregious that I cannot even begin to explain it and then they decided to tell me I was gonna get fired for being "aggressive and hard to work with", well I am waiting to hear the news on Monday. And everyone of the asshats has hollered at me and treated me like a dog, because I am contract with no rights and they are direct employs with company charge cards.

Except I got a call on Sunday which pretty much makes this all a nasty trip for Monday and I found out if they fire me they have no backup. Which means I should just keep my mouth shut, act contrite and let the chips fall where they may. Which is gonna be ugly.

This should be good. And if I am fired I can drive my hairdresser to her chemo appointments.

I hate to say this, but there are so few men that can work with strong women. Most of the guys I work with act like they can't pee without a group vote.

Latest Mishmash

The last rose, it was in the 20's last night.

Since I bitched about needing help I guess I should not complain about the yahoo they sent to help me. Let it be said I tried hard to be nice, but almost every person in the plant came up and asked me who the "Goofy Guy" was. That is an exact quote, "Goofy Guy". Just one example, he bought 2 chickens, I am hoping they were cooked, and kept them overnight in his car--because it is cold enough now. And he ate one on his drive into work.

And he never washes his hands.

And he looks for old pizza under the seats of his car when he is hungry.

Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck and yuckity yuck.

I have 2 new winter coats and both fit like a second skin if I do not have anything else on, including the glasses I hang on my neckline, they are both from Costco and they are both made in China. I think  made by  the company that does not make bigger bigger bigger, the one on Quipo Lu, pronounced Cheapo Lu. For goodness sakes they are a large and are skintight. Everything else I wear is a medium. WTF.

Yesterday I had a couple of the plants calling me and acting all loud and important and stating important shit, kinda like they were yelling at me. I have found the most effective response is no response. Then they gotta kinda repeat themselves to make sure you heard them and it takes the wind out of their sails, and then I say , uhuh. Got it.

The sort companies are still all f'ed up, not sending proper information, new reworks, new problems and I am home and not working right now.

That is because it is a UAW holiday. Veteran's Day. No the UAW does not memorialize or thank the vets on Veterans's Day. They give them a nod on Friday while they are driving up north for the start of gun hunting season or they are laying about their homes that some other went out and gave his all to protect this country.

Asshats.

This is a cross between I am Woman and I am done

So the Neanderthal Engineer I work with  has been kinda bully(ing) me and treating me like his ex wife or his junkyard dog. Now he is trying to get me fired. This is going up to a Director level.

The hilarious part of this is that before I got there they could not find a person to take this job. Everyone who has had this job before me says my company is worse than the worst. I am starting to believe this by the way.

Today I worked 11 hours and most of it was not productive as I was chasing my tail with lies and such and not making head way.

Well, tomorrow my phone is gonna blow up at 6 am and I am gonna tell them that they gotta talk to my boss. Cause I am too confused.

And disheartened.

The expected and the unexpected.

Gourds from the Farmer's Market, 2 for a buck. Much smaller ones were at Trader Joe's for 69 cents a piece. And mine are much more unusual. Love them.

The Plant of Dreams has decided to go forward with this debacle of a launch. I have never seen such a mess in my life. I have piles of parts that are scrap, no longer usable, and today I had to go to a person of importance and say "How long are you gonna allow this shit to hang and lay in baskets?" If it is not counted and formally scrapped out they will run out of parts and then all hell will break loose. Asshats. Actually they are just lazy and think they can get away with not doing their jobs.

Had to talk to my Mexicano today and yes it gave me the same headache as before, however at the end of the conversation he told me I am to go back to talking to the real QE, not him the trainee. Thank God for small favors.

Tomorrow is clean up at the plant and awaiting answers from the plants, wait and see.

Random Ranting

My mother wanted to see the European tri color beech tree, I planted this the year my dad died. It has not yet started to turn.

Well, I still do not have a kitchen floor. There was too much tomfoolery going around and then I remembered, Riemer Floors. Well we called, they quoted, my certificate for air worthiness is ready and yes, they cost a bit more-but they will be much better. Floor goes in the 9th and we will all just have to deal with the nasty floor type thing left behind. Sammy the Spanky dog dropped his stuffed fooshie toy on the floor and was afraid to pick it up. Oh, yea I should take a photo.

It is not looking good for my vehicle launch. I should know this evening if they are going to struggle on or take a break and review the situation. Either choice is very expensive. The asshats in the engineering side are once again asking for the exact hours I work. There are no exact hours and for some reason my bosses are afraid to admit I get time and a half over forty hours, and they try and avoid over 40 hours like the devil is chasing their tails. Monday I worked 10.5 and that is causing some unhappy faces.

I don't know how, but Big Daddy found a book by Maeve Binchy, Light a Penny Candle, that I had never read. It is glorious, I am so happy.

Good things come to those who read the NYT book review

Remember when I was looking for that author duo that even Anne Rice thought was worth reading? Well, they showed up in the NYT this weekend, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. I will pursue this as a cheap ebook to test out if they are my cup of tea.

Tomorrow I have a road trip from hell. We are only allowed to travel with a direct employee so we, the contract scum, do not incur any reimbursable expenses. Well this guy, my supe, thinks he is the best car driver in the world. Wrong. And he is that guy that "saves" his wipers only using them when he literally cannot see. The last trip was spent with me dodging bullets in the car and telling him he scared me. This and one more trip and then I am going to refuse to travel. It is no fun and I am tired of the bullshit. I need the information for my benefit, after that it is all a crap shoot and I don't need them.

That is what is hilarious about this company, they tell you up front--you will be contract forever. There will never be advancement. However, if I choose to go it alone I can triple my income in a heartbeat with no effort. And not much extra work. Talk about a company without a plan.

So I am taking bags of wine, don't judge-I went to the good wine store, and when we can escape from the asshat after dinner me and the Princess can sneak out like teenagers and drink and she can smoke.

I am hopeful Big Daddy and Sammy the Spanky Dog will be okay without me.

Goat Rope Extraordinaire

I feel so left out sometimes when my well traveled blog friends use phrases that I have never heard before.

Currently I am sorting parts at my plant. This could be described as the sort from Hell. Lots of parts, lots of screaming, bad problems, meetings, conference calls, people with grimaces and then just the regular asshats acting in their regular manner.

I am sending out those emails with the red hot dot thing at the top.

In speaking with my important customer contact this afternoon he referred to my sort as a goat rope. And I almost asked him if he knew Badger.

Sometimes I truly forget how many truly stupid people there are out there. I wonder how they get to work everyday.

Funny of the day:

I once worked with a guy that was dumb as mud. He was in his late 70's, still working, hooked up with a 20 year old. She made him buy a car. He always had taken the bus to work. He waited at the bus stations to follow the bus to get to work. Don't know when she got to drive the vehicle. He got fired when they got tired of his antics and put him in water test, his job was to drive the cars up to the water test. He never rolled up any of the windows. Dumb as mud.

Kindergarten

Nasturtiums getting large.

Today all the big boys in the quality group decided to have a pissing match. You know, my pee pee is bigger than your pee pee. The only ones that have this war are the ones that question the size of their pee pee.

Then they all want everyone to come and tell them that they are right, it was a war worth fighting.

This war is about some union asshole having to get off their ass and work for 30 minutes, the real war is some reporter getting his head cut off today.

This country is getting crazier and crazier and I am so tired of asshats.

Snowdrops

Well, it has been a few days. I just have not been well for a few weeks now. Nothing in particular, I am thinking a low grade virus.

Easter was wonderful with great food that I can not remember all the names of. Big Daddy made Creme Brulee and we did not even touch it with all the other wonderful fare.

I went to the New Plant again today and it was a wild, hairy ride. We have a few problems there. And they have a few problems living within their reality.

Big Daddy is winging his way to Mexico on his second most hated airline Delta. Yes, American Airlines has replaced Delta as the most reviled asshats in the flying industry. But Delta is fighting to regain their title, for instance, on today's flight from Detroit to Atlanta there was no service. Yep, no Coke on a flight to the Coke capital. And the FA got snippy when BD rang the bell and asked for water. Then they, Delta, begged and begged for volunteers to give up their overbooked seats for the promise of snot and warm yogurt, a few unusable Sky Pesos and no possibility of ever leaving Atlanta as every plane for the next year was also overbooked. Gotta love it.

Me and Sammy are hunkering down for an ugly week. No one to feed us or take care of us. Every dog for themselves.

Smirnoff Vodka

I forgot to show you my birthday earrings from last year. Citrine, one of my favorites.

Sunday was my 2 year anniversary of not smoking any longer. Wish it was also my anniversary of any length of time for not being fat any longer.

With all the snow gone I have discovered the newest trends in automotive plant alcohol consumption. Yes, all the bottles are now on the bare ground instead of being hidden in the snow. Smirnoff Vodka is the winner and I am amazed it is now available in plastic bottles. So much safer than having broken glass all over the parking lots.

Some asshat engineer is running a trial tomorrow and keeps changing the time I will be there. He does not know he is working with a wily part time person. This should be fun.

I woke up this morning to 70 degrees at 4 AM and tonight it is supposed to snow. This winter does not want to give it up.

Uptown Girl

Oh yea

Okay I am going to do this and just get it off my chest. The recruiter called today to tell me I did not get the job we all knew I was not getting. But here is the thing, it is because they-the 2 little dickwads at the plant in Podunk-did not think I would get down in the trenches and get my hands dirty. Bullshit. Those 2 little weenie boys knew I was overqualified for that job and they were scared outta their little peenie pants.

But you know what really pisses me off, tell the truth you dumb ass ignorant, slimy, scared and maggety morons, you were scared of the lady from the big city that used to argue with Ford. You told the big guy I DID NOT LOOK like I would work hard and go on the plant floor and fix your ridiculous problems. LOOKS are what you used to deny me a job. LOOKS.

Well, they both looked like asshats and I was willing to go clean up their messes. How in the name of all that is holy in this day and age do you actually say you will not hire some one because of the way they look. Was I too clean, too well dressed, too pretty,  . . . did not look like I would get down on my knees . . . okay we don't need to go there, but really.

The way I looked.

We are getting down to the wire

Big Daddy babbled his information to me this morning on Skype. That is what I call BD talking before I am awake, babble. Sometimes he does it all day long. That is what other people call talking and what I call, too much information. Except when I don't listen well and have to keep saying "what did you just say"?

Well, he said he may be coming home next week. He also told me that he got a very odd call from Human Resources about his end date to his service contract. Someone fucked up. Sounds like they were (they being the Chinese owners)  planning on ending his contract without notice. So either the Chinese are taking over earlier than everyone thought or the US is not protecting their expats. And BD thinks his boss is in the dark and prolly gonna be cut too.

Fed Ex offer just left Memphis this morning so that is not gonna arrive on Friday and the other offer should arrive via email Monday-ish. The other offer is also being sent overnight to me. Big Daddy checked and can use his FF miles to get home next week. It is time to end this nightmare.

Found my gold ball earring. Made cheeseburgers last night, it was a disaster. I have to take out the garbage again.

Those of you who pray, please do so. Those of you who don't, please think good thoughts. Those of you who are ugly asshats, there is a job that now pays shit waiting for you in China. Oh yea, BD's company hired a new person this morning that someone is supposed to train. Hilarious.