Dragged to the bar...

I refuse. I will not kareoke tonight.

Maybe next time.

Especially since the reason I was there was to catch a friend singing and he finished before I got there.

Lucky!

So lately I've been getting late to work... then the delivery truck dies. I forget to ask mom if I can borrow hers for the tow.

And today's double-delivery cancels. AWESOME! :p

And yeah, I've been slacking on the post a day bit.

Mom Rant

Why won't my mother get it? Or even if she won't get "it" - whatever
it may be in a given situation - just stop pretending she knows what
makes me tick. She hasn't since before I started getting pubic hair,
despite me trying to explain.

Before when I've tried to explain so ething about what I am feeling -
even now, within the recent year - she can never get it. If I try to
explain something that is a pet peeve mine not only is she unable or
unwilling to understand why, she refuses to accept that it is a peeve.
If it isn't a peeve of hers, then she cannot understeland that it
might annoy others. And if it does, you are being stupid. Earlier
today she was getting pissed at the fact there might be a three liter
bottle in the recycle bag be aide she cannot return them where she
returns the bottles and cans, yet she would always bitch me out for
not taking out the milk jug and for me getting mad at being bitches at
for those milk jugs. Even though I was the only person in the house
who didn't drink milk. But I never heard her bitch my brother out for
that. And Hell, even me drinking milk could get me in trouble. I grew
up with 2-percent milk, but mom always got fat-free milk which tasted
wrong to me. If I got anything else I was wrong because it wasn't fat
free so it tonfat. Even when I would get 1% milk I was wrong because
any fat percentage was too much.

All want for christmas is for my mom to a) understand that hypocricy
annoys me, and b) understand what a peeve truly is.

Yummy Yummy Ice Cream

The ice cream/American deli in the mall serves up some extremely good cookie dough ice cream, probably the best I've ever had. Which is good since two scoops on a waffle cone is four bucks. But they just did something that really pisses me off and flattens my already bulemic wallet.

They added the most delicious pumpkin icecream I have ever had to their lineup. This will make it harder to keep away fine the mall for sure.

Crap

So here I was, set to post at least once a day, and I am already behind. Oh well, hot tubs feel great to soak in.

Quality is everything

Towards the end of the day, I was "allowed" to put together a floor model billiards cue&ball rack. This rack was a replacement for the original one we ordered, which had two holes drilled in a different spot on one side than another, prohibiting actual assembly.

The new one came in with several of the pieces heavily dented and worn, with the scoreboard piece heavily busted. And after going through both shelves, getting the best parts, it turns out we are going to send them both back as both sets have the cone chalk shelf too short to fit into the shelf-slot. It sucks.

And I just found out an upcoming pool table move is going to be us putting a pool table back UP some very steep stairs. I thought they stopped making stairs that steep back in the late sixties.

Work Relations

I currently have a full time job that I (mostly) enjoy. I even got a free trip to visit Brunswick's main billiards warehouse in Wisconsin out of it (and that $40K pool table looks better in person than online, to me).

Only issue I (and my coworkers and the store owner) really have is with the manager. He does pretty good, or he would be gone by now, I think, but he can be a slow-starter at the beginning of the day. Up until now, I have just had a mild desire for a shock collar for him to wear with an alarm clock.

However, as of yesterday, after getting an hour and a half late (again) start on going out & around doing some time consuming jobs in a place 45 minutes one way (sometimes it can be up to 2 hours) from our store, that mild desire for a shock collar has upgraded itself for a serious desire for surgically implanted electrodes in his nutsack. With cellular receiver. Or satellite phone receiver, I guess, to make sure it will get him anywhere.