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I woke up at 3:30 today, had to deal with an overflowing toilet, no one being around to give me a ride for work (had to be there at 4) and then kicked myself for the first several hours I was work for sleeping so fucking long (regular part of the insomniac's sleep cycle. No sleep, no sleep, intermittent sleep, no sleep, coma sleep...and repeat. It hasn't been a big deal for me to sleep for 20 hours or so after a several week of one to two hour nights. It never 'catches up'... it just makes it worse) and just got into an ever more foul mood regarding people and how... disgusting they are.

But it lightened up, I had a few goofy conversations, beat up Tom the stock guy with a shopping cart, was silly at Tricia, got offered a promotion, got home about 11:30, finally had something to eat and then talked to Karl for a few hours.

I think that I'm going to take the promotion, or rather... say yes to Emily, tell her that I'd like to be available for it.
It's more money, steadier hours and if nothing else I'll at least learn a lot of things that will be big pluses in my favor when I move back to hardlines... not if... WHEN.
I refuse to be stuck over in softlines forever. If that looks like it's going to happen and I'm miserable, I'll let them know that I refuse to be miserable just for a paycheck. It's just one of those things.

I haven't really completely made up my mind yet. I think I need to ask a few people some questions... but there's no one to really ask who doesn't have a really big mouth and I don't think blabbing at a bunch of people about getting offered a promotion when I'm not a 'permanent' employ yet won't win me any happy votes.

I'm a lil flummoxed. But I'm looking at taking it.
A raise for the 90 days being up. A raise for the promotion. Benefits in three months instead of 9....
I dunno. I won't be miserable for a paycheck. But I need to make more money than I am. I need a car. I need movement. I need to move out of here.

And hey, if I can just pull down $2 grand a month and give it all to Karl he'll let me live there rent free!

hehe. ooooh that Karl.


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Oct. 27th, 2002 11:40 am (UTC)
The Kids in the Hall - "Daddy Drank"
Transcribed from: HBO
Transcribed by both: Starski@cris.com and Twangtwang@aol.com

Kevin - grown son
Dave - alcoholic father

Dave: All right now, son, I want you to get a good night's rest. And remember, I could murder you while you sleep. It's easy, son, all you have to do is be quiet and willing to do it. And son, I am *willing* to do it. And, I've got *quiet shoes*. Good night, son. Sleep well.

Kevin: Daddy drank...

Dave: Oh, son! Son, how many girls called you today? Zero? And how many girls called you yesterday? Lemme guess -- zero? Well, you know what they say, son. Zero plus zero equals FAG! Zero times any other number always equals FAG! Think about it, ya little mathematician.

Kevin: Daddy was a salesman. Daddy drank...

Dave: Son! Son, wake up! Wake up! It's midnight Christmas eve, and I just wanted so say thank you, son. I don't deserve this, son. I don't deserve anything to be honest with you. I just don't deserve this. [opens present] What the hell is this? Tap shoes? I don't dance. I can't dance, ya little bastard!

Kevin: Daddy couldn't dance; oh, Daddy could *drink.*

Dave: Hey son, you know how you've been bugging me to go and get you a puppy? Well today after work, I went out and I bought you one. But on the way home, I got hungry and I ate him! I'm joking. I'd never buy you a puppy.

Kevin: Why didn't Daddy give up drinking? He couldn't. Daddy drank for the government!

[Son wakes and turns on his lamp, to find Daddy poised with his hands inches away from throttling him to death]

Dave: Oh, did I wake you, son? Geez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up there. I'm just looking for my mocassins. I don't know where...they seem to have disappeared oddly. Well, you just get a good night's sleep. I'm going to go out and buy a lot of carpeting. You know what, I sell the crap, don't I?

Kevin: Oh sure, I drink a little, but I'm not my Daddy. He was older and had children like me. Oh, I drink before I go to bed when I sleep; it's not a drinking thing, it's a sleeping thing. a drinking thing, it's a sleeping thing.

Credit to Kids in the Hall/Broadway Video
Oct. 27th, 2002 01:54 pm (UTC)
Grandma's Potato Chowder
Joe: This potato chowder is terrible!

Ken: Really? I think it's okay.

Joe: No, it's not as good as my Grandma's potato chowder.

Mike S: Yeah, man? You like eating your Grandma's potato chowder?

Joe: Yeah, it's um- it's delicious, it's really good.

Tom: Yeah, you like going over to your Grandma's house and sucking up some of her potato chowder.

Joe: Well, I- I only go over there like once a year, but uh, we have it every time.

Ken: Sure man, you go over there once a year and you slurp on some of your Grandma's creamy po-ta-to chowder!

Joe: Yeah, it's the best I've ever had.

Ken: (laughing) I bet it is!

Tom: You like to go over to your Grandma's house and chow down on some of her potatoes?

Mike S: Hey man, hey man, do you mash your Grandma's potato and then eat it?

Ken: Whoo-whoo!

Joe: Well, well, well...it's potato chowder, it's not mashed potatoes. You see, it's umm...uh, it's pureed, it's like a...a soup.

Tom: I bet it's like soup!

All (except Joe): (laughing hysterically)

Mike S: Hey man, hey man...do you like eating your Grandma's potato chowder with bread so that you can sop up the broth!? Ha! Ha!

Tom: Do like goin' over to your Grandma's and suckin' up some of her steamy creamy chowder!?

Ken: Hoo! Hoo hoo! Hey man, hey man! Can you give me some pepper to spice it up?

Mike S: Hey! Hey man. When it's hot do you blow on it?

Joe: Are you guys okay, man? What's goin' on?

Mike S: You're eating your Grandma's soup, that's what's going on!

Joe: You guys, hey, listen- you guys...you guys- you guys. Hey, chill. Hey, Hey. Listen. Listen: Yes, I go to my Grandma's and eat soup, and yes- then I have sex with her. I mean, if that's what you're insinuating, then I'll just have to admit it because it's true. I have sex with my Grandma.

Guys: (blank stares)

Mike S: But when you eat the soup, do you stick your whole face in the bowl?

The State, Season 1, episode 107
Oct. 27th, 2002 09:24 pm (UTC)
I suppose I should know this, but what are "hardlines" and "softlines"?

And, yeah, that Karl. Whatta guy! I bet you could give that money to almost anyone you know, and they'd let you stay at Karl's rent-free, though..
Oct. 28th, 2002 03:59 am (UTC)
It's code talk we silly proles who've worked in department store retail use amoungst ourselves.
Softlines = clothing, jewelry, accesories, socks, shoes.. (called SOFT because it usually doesn't follow a plannogram)
Hardlines = Everything else in a store. food, books, electronics, hba, toys,bath, home, decor, furniture, fixtures, cleaning supplies, automotive, sporting goods and seasonal items.

Oct. 28th, 2002 04:01 am (UTC)
cut myself off there...

Hardlines is called HARD because it follows a plannogram. Every item is mapped out on a shelving scheme.
Oct. 28th, 2002 11:34 am (UTC)
ah. so, stuff that clumps vs. stuff that gets lined up. Makes sense, I guess. No dumber than calling computer programs "software", I suppose...
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