Paid Holidays Kick Ass

Did I mention being union on a paid holiday during a grand reopening rocks? If not, it sooooo...ooooo rocks. I work 5 days this week. I only work 34 hours, but I get paid for 42. How you may ask can that happen. Well lets see. I get the holiday off and get paid for 6 hours for that. Then the coolest thing about being union. The holiday makes it 6 paid days so the 5 hours I work friday is overtime. So, that makes 2 1/2 hours more which when you add it all together makes 42 1/2 hours for only 34 hours of actual work. I find that about the coolest thing ever. Well, goodnight all.

4:20 means different things to different people

To me as of tomarrow at 4:20 it will mean the day a financial planner put me on a budget. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I have not been on a budget since I got my job at UGH. Some would say this is a good thing. I am one of the few who feel it's not. I lived with my husband for almost 9 years in that time I got maybe 2 new outfits that weren't my mother's first(or god forbid his mothers). I had to sew my underware back together on an embroidry hoop so he could have the latest video game, movie, or game system. I had nothing. So, when he left and I got the tax money that first year I went hog wild I got me a ps2, and lots of new clothes.

Now fast forward 2 years later. I am pretty much broke all the time and I am in debt up to my eyeballs. Mainly because of all those years I was married I only worked for 4 years. So, therefore we had credit cards he used only in my name, Loans in both of our names, and a few debts in his name. Did I also fail to mention my ll,000 in student loan debt. Yes, so now I must divorce the evil dictator, and try to make a new life for myself. With EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW a budget the thought is just so distastful to me. It just reeks of all the crap I put up with trying to juggle money for bills for all those years.

Well, I think that's enough bitching and moaning for one night. So, goodnight all.

Goodbye I'll Miss You

Goodbye Madame D. I will miss you. Thank you. You helped me through a really hard time when dumbass left me and the boys. We had lots of fun. You have been my only friend that has stayed my friend through the move. The only friend I had worth keeping as a friend. I will miss you allot. I'm putting this here because when you came over last night you didn't need anymore stress. I hope I was here for you atleast half as much as you were there for me. I hope that when me and Zevon go to the east coast we will be able to visit you and R. (Even though we both know how Zevon feels about the state ofM.) Goodbye I'd let you get to my door before I met ya with the shotgun.... just kidding.

Don't bother me I'm eating!

What ever happened to the days when the break room at an employer was sacred? What do the customers do now? They come into the breakroom and ask when someone will come out and get them eggs ect. Why don't people realize that we deserve a break? We do you know. We work our asses off bagging your groceries, taking your crap out to your car, and making sure you have crap to buy so we can take it to your car. Do you appreciate this? That would be a big fat NO! What do we have to do? Post an armed gaurd. You know you see 5 or 6 people sitting down drinking coffee and eating their pathetic little pb & j sandwiches and you feel the need to interupt thier already pathetic little lunch with your problems with broken eggs. So, when do we get our lunch? You get to go home and eat all that food that you just bought. Also, you can go home and fry up those eggs that you interupted my lunch to get. Nice isn't it how most people think we were put upon this earth to serve them. I don't take orders from anyone but the boss and that doesn't mean some big old bald sore covered crackhead. Well, I guess thats enough ranting for tonight.

What the hell where they thinking?

What the hell could the corprate jackasses and the little ones at your local UGH be thinking? Damn, they put me a coutesy clerk with a checker. Then they put us in express. Not on a normal busy saturday night no that would be too easy. This they did on the night of the biggest shitfest ever. Regrand opening. $115,000 in less than 12 hours, and a brand new checker first day checking ever. They put her in express with only me for help and thought it was a good idea. Well, I don't know much or even pretend to but that seems like a fucked up move to me. So, needless to say that before I went home at 9 pm so I could go back at 8 am, I was snapping at my co-workers and the customers. To much stuff to do, and not enough people to do it. I don't know. I'm soooo....ooooo tired. So, goodnight, so long, farewell..........and so forth.

Tick Tock

The countdown is on until the remodle at UGH is done. What does that mean? The head person in charge says it means they will be done before 4 o'clock pm Friday when the grand opening preview party starts. There are going to be 21 checkers and 14 coutesy clerks there for the 4 hours this thing is going on. I doubt that the people will be there to buy. They will be there to look and eat not to shop. Oh well, this is just another example of well educated people with no common sense.

Goodnight all. Have fun.

Watermelon Worse Than Jello Shots

This is a story of two people and a disasterous atempt at two simply made items (so I'm told). One being yours truly Doublebagger and the other is the famous/infamous Madame Dabarge. About 2 years ago we atempted to make jello shots. The problem was or so I'm told. The recipie called for the jello shots to be made with straight vodka. It also said it would set up in 3 hours. We waited the alotted time and drank screwdriver's. Note the occasion was my non-aniversery party, the first one after my husband left me. A great occasion for drinking. Well, back to our story. We waited while getting drunk. Then what should happen when we went to serve the shots. We found the formula (at least taste wise) for....... you'll never guess it in a million years....CHERRY NYQUIL. Can you say eeeewwww, what a waist of good vodka.

Fast forward two years...........

Last Saturday night, the time right after I got off work, the place good old Doublebagger's place again. The brillent idea this time we cut up watermelon and soak it in tequilla in a tupper ware bowl.

Fast forward to that night.......

The Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back drinking game. We get buzzed, and forget about the watermelon until later. Much later, like almost dawn. Well, so it didn't get ate that night.

Fast forward to Monday night.........

I figure what the hell lets try it. It's been marinating for 3 full days. I put the fruit in my mouth.
Guess what happened? It burnt my tounge. I choked it was like putting rubbing alcohol on an open sore. Ok from now on I'm sticking to Jack Daniels and Pepsi, Strawberry Fru-Fru drinks, or just plain shots. Take it from good old Doublebagger it doesn't pay to experiment with new combo's with alcohol.

Old People of the World Unite

I just heard the dumbest thing ever yesterday. UGH the store shopped by a majority of old farts in this shithole town are no longer carrying a very important item to old people if I heard correctly. Yes, ladies and gentlemen the one thing that incontinent old people need the most. Depends Undergarments, yes shit catchers, adult diapers. Why you might ask? I have no flipping idea. Some old fart asked for them and was told they had been discontinued. The store I work at gets three old people busses twice a week from the independent living facilities near by. So, this seems to me to be the dumbest move they can make. I will write more about this travisty to senior farts everywhere when I learn more.

Until then OLD FARTS OF THE WORLD UNITE and let them know you're not going to take this sitting down on your toilet.

Hi My Name Is Doublebagger and I'm a Shopoholic

I'm broke once again, and I just got paid 3 hours ago. Well, at least this time it all went on bills. No books this week. No movie's either. :( I just want to cry. I love to shop, but not to spend money. Just to look when I have money so I could buy something if I wanted to. Yes, I can spend money like a crackhead in need of a fix. I once spent 1500 in about 3 hours. For a person who hates to actually spend money and suffer's from severe buyers remorse that's a lot. Also I make minimum wage so that's like almost 2 months pay without child support. Now I have no cash.

Oh well, next week pay electric bill and babysitters. Then start saving for rent again. Next month I'll be all caught up. Then bring on the used bookstore, ebay, and the mall.