The Plan so Far
Tomorrow I see Anger Management.
This weekend I need to catch up on my art homework, really bad.
Monday night I find out if I made it into the art show.
Tuesday night I will not be here. I'm going to be cleaning my store. Oo;

The Management team
Well, I learned tonight that I am a very disillusioned child. And I learned I really don't like half the management team. I guess it's because they convey this message that (general) you need to be good looking and flirty to be appreciated. That's why I like Greg and Ron so much--such gentlemen. They don't let servers hang on them--in the literal sense.
That just disgusts me--the way these other guys will let girl servers just hug all over them.
In general, I'm getting tired of my workplace again. There's a lot of stuff going on that shouldn't be allowed, and the stuff that SHOULD be done isn't getting done. (A sore point with me right now is the phones, among other things.)

I'm still leading in the contest, 1st place. I'm still making the most sales per hour. I'm just disgruntled, is all. The worst part is, I know it's not going to change. It's just this cycle that the store goes in, one that gets re-charged as we get new managers and new people. Just disgusting.

Manager Moments
Greg style:
Pay day. Natch, I want my check. I hear everyone else clamor for those, so I add my voice.
Greg: Why should I pay you? What have you done?
Me: The question is, what did I NOT do?
Greg: ???
Me: Let's see, I did not kick your shins, I did not punch you out, I did not call you a weinie--shall I go on?
Greg: Fine, we'll pay you a few bucks.
Me: Make it a few hundred and you got yourself a deal.

Ron style:
Ron was off today, but he came in anyway. What a goober. I asked him if he had seen "Anger Management" and he pfffted that off. "I don't need anger management," he said. Then he brought up my psuedo swear words.
"Pffft. I've said real stuff," I groused back.
"Yeah, I've heard you say (crap). Whoo."
I eyed him. "I once said the f one."
Ron froze and stared at me, his jaw on the ground. "Darlin'...dang....the f bomb?" He started to go off in a comical way. "Good GOD, girl, the...geez! Darlin', when you start dropping the f bomb, it's time for you to find a new job."
"That's why I got psuedos...to break the habit."
"It'll never work for me. I drop those bombs regularly."
"I know," I said, laughing.

Later, he was walking past a group of servers, and one of them piped up comically, "Oooo, look at Ron in his sexy shorts!"
"Don't feed his ego!" I hollered.
"Awww, c'mon, Gin, you know I'm sexy, too," Ron shot back. He struck his flex pose.
I groaned. "You and I must have different concepts of sexy, then."
He flexed again and went to find Greg. One of the newer servers stared after him. "Dang," she whispered, "he's got big muscles."
I snorted. "He's just a big noisy puppy."
"Yeah," Kelly added, "just pluck a hair off his leg, and he'll be whining."
"What?"
I told them about the time he had fallen and smashed his arm really bad. "Crying like a baby, James had said," I told them. (I don't think I helped his image much, heh.)

I think that's it for now. More to type later, I'm sure.

Des is never boring
Desbreko145: Oh, and did you know that a male Praying Mantis can't mate unless its head has been ripped off? That's how the female begins the mating process. She rips off the male's head. :-P
LadyBaynm: that is...
LadyBaynm: yes...I ...
LadyBaynm: that is so disturbing
Desbreko145: Not too unlike women, actually. ;-)
LadyBaynm: *thwaps him*

Flora
To say the very least, I am shocked and disturbed about the way Don talked in his notes. Maybe that's a him thing, maybe that's an Oregon thing (I sure hope it isn't). All I know is, if some guy talked that way to me, I'da slapped him upside the head, then kicked him in such a way that he could never produce children.
That's my take.

Songs for Shaun
"Believer" by SmashMouth. Heh. And "Wait for Me," still, by Rebecca St. James.

Disturbing
I woke up this morning feeling quite sick. I was almost afraid I wasn't going to be able to go to work. I felt light headed all day and took things pretty slow, for fear of prompting an unwelcome reaction.
Heather, our *laughing sarcasm* wonderful bartender */laughing sarcasm*, asked if I was ok. I was touched by her sympathy, and told her that I felt queasy.
"GINNY'S PREGNANT!" she hollered. I just about died.
"I am NOT!" I yelled, blushing. "Who could the father possibly be?!"
"GINNY'S PREGNANT AND IT'S RON'S BABY!" she hollered. "Teaching you new ToGo protocol, has he?" she teased.
"Heather!" I was about to crawl under the ToGo station and die of embarassment. "I haven't BEEN with anyone!"
"Well," Kelly commented, "the Virgin Birth has happened before. It could happen again." Sly smile.
"I'M NOT FREAKING PREGNANT! I'M JUST QUEASY!" I bellowed and tore out of the kitchen, half laughing, half groaning.

Now, see, if I had actually thought about it, I could say that they were pronouncing the baby's daddy's name wrong. One letter over in the alphabet and--oh hee hee hee. Poor Shaun. (Not, I'm not pregnant, so there!)
The real culprit to my queasyness? Turns out I haven't eaten in the span of 24 hours (about to fix that as soon as I finish typing here), and I've been nervous about something being wrong with my car--my car turned out to be just fine, though. No more queasyness! Ta da!

Prayer Request
A friend of mine, Terrie, has been struggling with cancer. They just told her today that it's spreading... So...if you could please pray for her...

The Rest of You
I haven't talked to many of you in quite a while, and you're falling behind on your blogs. I can't keep up with you if you don't keep in touch. kehho(at)hotmail(period)com (Though I may be making a new email address soon. This one's getting spammed.)

You're a Pegasus - Always flying with your mind and
imagination...


What kind of a mystical horse are you?
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Cool. I have always loved Pegasus.


You are a freeform writer. Individualistic with a
sense for the different and challenging, Walt
Whitman and his poetry lacking meter and rhyme
is just what the doctor ordered. You're quick
to write something that the rest of the world
doesn't accept as poetry, quick to separate
yourself from the average joe. An author with a
true sense of self, you have confidence in your
abilities and aren't afraid to show it. :) GO
YOU!


What's YOUR Writing Style?
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Um....ok? oO;

Everything I ever learned about life, I learned at Chili's (Part 1)
~Looking psuedo-innocent freaks the higher ups out. Or makes them wonder what you are up to.
~Not everything is perfect. And there's always someone out there more than willing to point that out.
~Don't complain about an easy job. They always make it complicated later.
~You will always have something to do. You better, too, because idle hands yadda yadda...and they get you in trouble, too.
~Exercise teamwork. You can't make it alone.
~Respect your managers. They sign your paychecks.
~Don't bother making your managers look like idiots. They do a fine job of it on their own, thank you.
~There will always be a stain on your shirt visible to everyone but you.
~Bosses have bosses, too.
~The tougher the manager, the sweeter the praise.

(More to come.)

For...
Josh This one's for you, buddy: indeed.
Sara *hug* I wonder if you still have my phone number...
Shaun One-sidedness never became anyone, no matter how...heh...they look.
C_l Ham dance! Squeeky! ^_^
Flora Heh, Flora m'Dora. My dear.
Lance Lance is...ah, Lance. Someone that's out there. oO;
Breko! How could I forget you?! (Monkey boy! *grin*)

Remember Our Troops
Corey Yuroc (Air Force, sent)
Brandon Simon (Army, sent)
Joseph Cota, Jr., Joshua Stone (Reserves, not yet sent)

Please remember these and others in your prayers tonight.

No more one-sidedness
Things are looking up again. And I am so overly determined to keep it that way that it isn't funny. I'm working really hard with God on this one, because this is something I really want. Doesn't mean the world is fair and I'll get it. But that won't stop me from trying.

Tornado alert!
Meanwhile, the storm has calmed down. I went to the mall with my mom, and as we left, this security officer told us to go back into the mall. The tornado sirens started at that point. I had never heard them before, outside of testing day, so that freaked me out.
We then went to the SuperTarget next to the mall, and shopped a bit. As we started to leave, I heard a whole bunch of carts being pushed all at once, which made no sense. The store was nearly empty, and there weren't any carts around, however hard I looked. Then I realized...oh my gosh...the sound was hail.
It steady got worse, until it was so loud, we had to shout to be heard. That's pretty bad.
Peering out the window, we watched the hail fall and people groaning about their cars' windshields. Car alarms were blaring pretty loudly, which was rather funny. Mom ran out and grabbed a piece of hail for me--it was a half chunk. I could tell by the white half-sphere in the middle of the piece. We guestimated that the hail was running about 3-4 inches, easy. That freaked me out even more.

When the hail calmed down, we decided to make a run for the car (showing off the hail piece to people along the way). I saw a car with three or four holes in their windshield, and I feel really bad for them. Our car survived, amazingly, and we went home, safe and sound.

Praise God. ^_^