So my meeting was...odd.
Basically, one of my coworkers may very well not be working for the company any more, which for some reason was information that I needed to have.
What does this mean to me?
Well, I very well may be not working for this company any more either, but the company doesn't know that either.
I cannot do this job alone. Period. No two ways about it. Should my coworker go elsewhere, I will be left.....alone. Sorry, kids, not what I signed on for. (I also didn't sign on for all these hours every week....but money is money and every day I spend at this job is one day closer to my ultimate goal....I keep reminding myself of that, lest I weep openly.) (Have I mentioned that I don't love my job? By no means do I hate it--Actually, the only thing I don't love is the hours, as graveyard is killing me slowly and surely. I suppose this isn't so terrible, as it's the job I want to do as a career, not the shift.)
Anyway. Let's recap!
So my boss called me to have a meeting with him at a local restaurant where we would only drink soda so that he could:
-Tell me that my coworker may not be long for this company
-Tell me I am doing a great job
-Tell me I impressed the dude I am apprenticing under
-Ask me if I can work more
-Tell me, in great detail, about his brother in law
-Find great pleasure in realizing that he and I both despise crowds.
And then I went to work. The end.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Self Doubt Rocks
Have I mentioned that before? You know, the fact that I doubt myself in pretty much all things? Self esteem black hole, that's me.
So the dude I'm apprenticing under has told me how great I am doing, has really made me feel that he isn't lying to me.
So things are good. I've been there a week, I am by no means ready to go forth and do it all on my own (which happens soon enough....) but it seems that should I be able to get my sleep schedule sorted out, I'll be rockin.
But then.
My boss, the Gary Busey look alike, he calls me today. He asks me if we can meet at a restaurant by the bakery before I go to work, so he can ask me some stuff. He sounds happy, chipper, positive. Happy to be speaking with me.
I agree to meet him. This meeting happens in 2 hours.
I have two more hours to panic.
T says that he is probably going to make me an offer--The other dude that works there was asked to sign a contract saying he would stay at least a year. That or he is going to tell me I am making more money or something.
I am also reasonably certain that this meeting is going to be a positive one. But still. I doubt. I panic.
Logically, I can't imagine what business person would have a 'bad' conversation with the noob minutes before the start of a shift.
But still.
I will report back with details tomorrow.
So the dude I'm apprenticing under has told me how great I am doing, has really made me feel that he isn't lying to me.
So things are good. I've been there a week, I am by no means ready to go forth and do it all on my own (which happens soon enough....) but it seems that should I be able to get my sleep schedule sorted out, I'll be rockin.
But then.
My boss, the Gary Busey look alike, he calls me today. He asks me if we can meet at a restaurant by the bakery before I go to work, so he can ask me some stuff. He sounds happy, chipper, positive. Happy to be speaking with me.
I agree to meet him. This meeting happens in 2 hours.
I have two more hours to panic.
T says that he is probably going to make me an offer--The other dude that works there was asked to sign a contract saying he would stay at least a year. That or he is going to tell me I am making more money or something.
I am also reasonably certain that this meeting is going to be a positive one. But still. I doubt. I panic.
Logically, I can't imagine what business person would have a 'bad' conversation with the noob minutes before the start of a shift.
But still.
I will report back with details tomorrow.
Stock Options
Energy drink stock may soon skyrocket, considering my sleep schedule and constant rate of Iwantsleepnow. Sigh.
Anyway, I'm tired and my face is all broken out and I better get my period soon before I stab someone.
So I will fill out a meme about me and T. (AND THEN MAKE HIM FILL IT OUT!! HILARIOUS!) Oh, and he didn't read my answers before he filled it out--so any startling similarities are simply our weird and gross shared brain. :)
M's answers for T:
1. Who eats more?
T. Which is probably a good thing. I marvel, often, as to how he can eat that much (especially with his GIANT sweet tooth!) and stay so svelte.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
Which time? This time around, me. Drunk, in a bar, on my 24th birthday. The other time around? I am almost certain that he did, although I don't recall the situation.
3. Who is the morning person?
Neither of us. Getting up early is something we both HATE.
4. Who sings better?
T for SURE. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, he was an all state choir soloist.
5. Who’s older?
T is 51 weeks older.
6. Who’s smarter?
We argue about this. I maintain that he is smarter, because he can do sudoku, crosswords, and any logic puzzle. Also, he can fix anything, has a highly technical job, knows all about any animal on the planet, can tell you all about the universe, etc.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
I'm going to go with mine on that one. When T loses his temper, it is quick and violent, (like when we got rear-ended) but when I lose mine.....Heads roll.
8. Who does the laundry?
Me, 99.9% of the time.
9. Who does the dishes?
Me, 90% of the time.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
T.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
T. Thank god.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Mine. I can't imagine T with long hair--that's funny.
13. Who’s better with the computer?
I think we might be about even. T can fix/figure out any problem with it, so I guess he's ahead of me.
14. Do you have pets?
The fucking fish. Only they don't fuck anymore, since one of them died.
15. Who pays the bills?
T, mostly. We put most of our money in the same account, but he writes the checks.
16. Who cooks dinner?
Me. And lunch, and breakfast.
17. Who drives when you are together?
T. Bless him.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
Mostly T. But I buy the groceries, so it evens out.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
Oooooh. I'm going to say me....but that's a close one.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
Me, I think.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
T's. Considering one of his brothers lives with us.....
22. Who named your pet?
T screamed "STOP FUCKING" first, so I guess he did.
23. Who kissed who first?
He kissed me under the flagpole when I was 12.I made him kiss me when we were 16 after he drove me home from play rehearsal. He kissed me again on my dad's couch this time around.
24. Who asked who out?
Him. Every time.
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Me. T's sensitive about a few select things, so I don't poke them that often.
27. Who’s taller?
I plead the 5th.
28. Who has more friends?
We're about even, I think.
29. Who has more siblings?
T wins that one in spades. (I have 3, he has 8.)
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T's answers for M:
1. Who eats more?
I'd say I do. I'm usually finishing the rest of her food. There are times when she can out eat me with ease.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
She did. I won't even argue on this one.
3. Who is the morning person?
Neither of us really. I have to get up that early for work on a regular basis.... and I hate it. She works at night so morning is bed time.
4. Who sings better?
I do. I know I can sing, but put me on the spot and I'll choke. Catch me when I think nobody's looking and you're likely to hear me making up my own lyrics.
5. Who’s older?
Me, by 51 weeks. It makes remembering so much easier.
6. Who’s smarter?
I think our IQ's are fairly comparable, we just keep our smarts in different areas. (NOT LIKE THAT!) She is much more literary minded, and can cook the shit out of some shit. Plus, she went to school to do the same things we all see on "CSI". As for me, well, I like to do crossword puzzles... and some people always say you have to be way smart for that kinda thing. I just say my head is full of useless trivia that happens to come in handy when putting letters in squares. Meh.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
As far as triggers go, I'd have to say that M has the shorter fuse. She just doesn't put up with any shit, which I find refreshing. I'm more even keel... even when I am pissed off about something. I hear more people are afraid of me when I'm mad though.
8. Who does the laundry?
M usually. I typically only do laundry when I need underwear or socks, or if I'm washing my work clothes.
9. Who does the dishes?
M is constantly doing the dishes, and I know she hates it. I do try to do them as often as possible, unfortunately, that's not as often as M likes.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
She does. That's just the way it is.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
Mine. Face it, I'm a guy, and she has very wee feets.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Hers by far. It would take me years to get to her level.
13. Who’s better with the computer?
Well neither of us has reached programmer status, but I'll say she's better at making the magic box make pretty colors.
14. Do you have pets?
We do. One Oscar (it's a fish) named Harriet, one Jack Dempsey named Liberace, and one catfish that has no name.
15. Who pays the bills?
I pay most of the bills for the household, M only recently got a new job after some months, so her contributions have been limited, understandably so.
16. Who cooks dinner?
M does the vast majority of the cooking around here. It's a rare day that I wind up in the kitchen.
17. Who drives when you are together?
I usually do most of the driving, just because.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
We trade off, depends on who got paid last.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
We're both pretty stubborn. But M wins between the two of us.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
I'm wrong a lot.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
Mine by far. Granted my younger brother rents a room in my house, and my parents live ten minutes away...
22. Who named your pet?
I think she did, because I don't remember.
23. Who kissed who first?
If you want to get technical, I kissed her first.... when she was 12! Gross huh? To have known each other that long.
24. Who asked who out?
I asked her out to lunch three years ago, and that was all it took apparently.
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Oh, she is way more sensitive than me. (Unless you count that AT&T commercial, where the businessman dad leaves wife and daughter at home... finds the stuffed monkey thing in his briefcase... takes pictures of it with his phone and sends them to his family from all over the place... then the last picture is of the monkey in front of their home, and the daughter runs outside and jumps into his arms, and so on.)
27. Who’s taller?
She is. But I'm ok with that.
28. Who has more friends?
I'd say she does. She knows people all over the place.
29. Who has more siblings?
I have eight, she has three. The End.
Anyway, I'm tired and my face is all broken out and I better get my period soon before I stab someone.
So I will fill out a meme about me and T. (AND THEN MAKE HIM FILL IT OUT!! HILARIOUS!) Oh, and he didn't read my answers before he filled it out--so any startling similarities are simply our weird and gross shared brain. :)
M's answers for T:
1. Who eats more?
T. Which is probably a good thing. I marvel, often, as to how he can eat that much (especially with his GIANT sweet tooth!) and stay so svelte.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
Which time? This time around, me. Drunk, in a bar, on my 24th birthday. The other time around? I am almost certain that he did, although I don't recall the situation.
3. Who is the morning person?
Neither of us. Getting up early is something we both HATE.
4. Who sings better?
T for SURE. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, he was an all state choir soloist.
5. Who’s older?
T is 51 weeks older.
6. Who’s smarter?
We argue about this. I maintain that he is smarter, because he can do sudoku, crosswords, and any logic puzzle. Also, he can fix anything, has a highly technical job, knows all about any animal on the planet, can tell you all about the universe, etc.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
I'm going to go with mine on that one. When T loses his temper, it is quick and violent, (like when we got rear-ended) but when I lose mine.....Heads roll.
8. Who does the laundry?
Me, 99.9% of the time.
9. Who does the dishes?
Me, 90% of the time.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
T.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
T. Thank god.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Mine. I can't imagine T with long hair--that's funny.
13. Who’s better with the computer?
I think we might be about even. T can fix/figure out any problem with it, so I guess he's ahead of me.
14. Do you have pets?
The fucking fish. Only they don't fuck anymore, since one of them died.
15. Who pays the bills?
T, mostly. We put most of our money in the same account, but he writes the checks.
16. Who cooks dinner?
Me. And lunch, and breakfast.
17. Who drives when you are together?
T. Bless him.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
Mostly T. But I buy the groceries, so it evens out.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
Oooooh. I'm going to say me....but that's a close one.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
Me, I think.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
T's. Considering one of his brothers lives with us.....
22. Who named your pet?
T screamed "STOP FUCKING" first, so I guess he did.
23. Who kissed who first?
He kissed me under the flagpole when I was 12.I made him kiss me when we were 16 after he drove me home from play rehearsal. He kissed me again on my dad's couch this time around.
24. Who asked who out?
Him. Every time.
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Me. T's sensitive about a few select things, so I don't poke them that often.
27. Who’s taller?
I plead the 5th.
28. Who has more friends?
We're about even, I think.
29. Who has more siblings?
T wins that one in spades. (I have 3, he has 8.)
*********************************
T's answers for M:
1. Who eats more?
I'd say I do. I'm usually finishing the rest of her food. There are times when she can out eat me with ease.
2. Who said “I love you” first?
She did. I won't even argue on this one.
3. Who is the morning person?
Neither of us really. I have to get up that early for work on a regular basis.... and I hate it. She works at night so morning is bed time.
4. Who sings better?
I do. I know I can sing, but put me on the spot and I'll choke. Catch me when I think nobody's looking and you're likely to hear me making up my own lyrics.
5. Who’s older?
Me, by 51 weeks. It makes remembering so much easier.
6. Who’s smarter?
I think our IQ's are fairly comparable, we just keep our smarts in different areas. (NOT LIKE THAT!) She is much more literary minded, and can cook the shit out of some shit. Plus, she went to school to do the same things we all see on "CSI". As for me, well, I like to do crossword puzzles... and some people always say you have to be way smart for that kinda thing. I just say my head is full of useless trivia that happens to come in handy when putting letters in squares. Meh.
7. Who’s temper is worse?
As far as triggers go, I'd have to say that M has the shorter fuse. She just doesn't put up with any shit, which I find refreshing. I'm more even keel... even when I am pissed off about something. I hear more people are afraid of me when I'm mad though.
8. Who does the laundry?
M usually. I typically only do laundry when I need underwear or socks, or if I'm washing my work clothes.
9. Who does the dishes?
M is constantly doing the dishes, and I know she hates it. I do try to do them as often as possible, unfortunately, that's not as often as M likes.
10. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
She does. That's just the way it is.
11. Who’s feet are bigger?
Mine. Face it, I'm a guy, and she has very wee feets.
12. Who’s hair is longer?
Hers by far. It would take me years to get to her level.
13. Who’s better with the computer?
Well neither of us has reached programmer status, but I'll say she's better at making the magic box make pretty colors.
14. Do you have pets?
We do. One Oscar (it's a fish) named Harriet, one Jack Dempsey named Liberace, and one catfish that has no name.
15. Who pays the bills?
I pay most of the bills for the household, M only recently got a new job after some months, so her contributions have been limited, understandably so.
16. Who cooks dinner?
M does the vast majority of the cooking around here. It's a rare day that I wind up in the kitchen.
17. Who drives when you are together?
I usually do most of the driving, just because.
18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
We trade off, depends on who got paid last.
19. Who’s the most stubborn?
We're both pretty stubborn. But M wins between the two of us.
20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
I'm wrong a lot.
21. Who’s family do you see more?
Mine by far. Granted my younger brother rents a room in my house, and my parents live ten minutes away...
22. Who named your pet?
I think she did, because I don't remember.
23. Who kissed who first?
If you want to get technical, I kissed her first.... when she was 12! Gross huh? To have known each other that long.
24. Who asked who out?
I asked her out to lunch three years ago, and that was all it took apparently.
26. Who’s more sensitive?
Oh, she is way more sensitive than me. (Unless you count that AT&T commercial, where the businessman dad leaves wife and daughter at home... finds the stuffed monkey thing in his briefcase... takes pictures of it with his phone and sends them to his family from all over the place... then the last picture is of the monkey in front of their home, and the daughter runs outside and jumps into his arms, and so on.)
27. Who’s taller?
She is. But I'm ok with that.
28. Who has more friends?
I'd say she does. She knows people all over the place.
29. Who has more siblings?
I have eight, she has three. The End.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Drama!
Big weird insanity going on over on the online knitting group.
Like, totally weird. Involved, hard to explain, I'm a victim of my own curiosity and therefore cannot blame my offense on anyone but myself.
I'm a member of an online knitting forum. It's like MySpace for knitters and crocheters. Inside this forum there are groups--Tons and tons of them. You can join any group that you like at any time--and leave as well, at your own discretion. Each group has moderators, which are put in place to make sure that all members of any particular group adhere to group and forum guidelines.
Well.
One group didn't follow the rules. Didn't do what they were supposed to, the moderators really didn't moderate anything. The 4 site creators had to get involved, and decided that the best course of action was to close the group.
And the shit--it hit the fan.
Why?
Because this group is for....Conservative Fundamentalist Christians. They are yelling discrimination, calling for all liberal groups to be closed, preparing petitions, and generally having their panties in a bunch.
But see, I can understand them being upset.....to a point.
They are not in trouble for being conservative, for being christian, or for adhering to a fundamentalist view of their faith. They are in trouble because they stirred up a lot of shit on other sites. They flagged posts all over the site as a whole, causing trouble for the 4 big mods, and when those moderators in turn asked the group moderators to keep their group in check, they failed to do so.
So they got closed down.
Any other group that behaved similarly would have been closed down, regardless of the subject matter. The knitting group from Scranton gets out of hand? Closed. The knitters-who-love-manatees group goes on a rampage and the mods won't do anything? Closed.
Of course, rather than say "Hey, you know, we should listen to the site moderators and say 'ok, we understand, but we don't agree'", they're saying things like: (all grammatical and spelling errors have been left as is. Only changes I have made have been to protect the identity of the site or the members spoken of.)(Yes, I too am afraid of people finding my blog and getting in trouble.)
"...Discrimination. Loud and clear. Where do I get my armband? Oh, yea, and which hand are they going to tattoo that number on?"
"...Oh, yea, and which hand are they going to tattoo that number on? Ironically the RIGHT…."
"...I have stayed away from the liberal boards because they are so hateful and nothing positive could come from any discussion with them."
(In response to a site moderator explanation as to group disbandment)
"This is honestly a back door tactic to deal with the complaints you get. You know we deal with complaints when they come up… and yes, we have discussed things with you at at times. Such as why it’s okay for someone to post that Pres Bush should be hanged on one of the main six [main six boards that everyone is a member of, like it or not], but we can’t discuss inaugural scarf patterns [this was the last bit of drama--this group sent anything from death threats to scathing notes to a woman who wrote a pattern, which was then published, which said something very.....unflattering about Sarah Palin] without it being considered a terrorist threat.
I imagine that we just haven’t been diligent enough as a group to troll all the other boards flagging posts and whining about them. It appears that the squeaky wheel gets the oil. But don’t worry, that’s not my style. I’m not so bored and pathetic that I’m going to wander around looking for ways to silence people I disagree with and harp on you all the time.
But I’d like to give you a big ol’ thanks for the shout out for the criticism of what lousy mods we are. That’s really nice.
If anyone has flagged a post on an opposing forum and has received one of those nasty messages from one of their ultra-classy mods, I suggest you forward it to [site builder and moderator] so he can see what’s really going on. Or if you have somebody sending you nasty messages then stalking you… disagreeing with you… friending you… faving your projects… then sending you scathing messages when you reply… send those along too. Apparently, we’ve been to silent in taking the abuse we’ve received."
"It is evident now more than ever, that the Conservative voice must be heard. We must not let the “Left” take control of every aspect of our lives. This is Communism and we must fight back."
It is more than pathetic that we cannot even conduct our own discussions without the Leftist watchdogs tattling. Will the Gestapo be at our doors next?"
"Ugly people often say ugly things. They cannot help themselves. If they think this will stop us in our march towards doing what is right for the country we will not be shut up so easily. Hey I will have extra time to email congress reps and senators and the white house."
"I really, really, really regret having spent any money in the online store. This website is just a sandbox for liberal alley cats to compete at shitting in."
"I’m not surprised that it’s come to this. The Nazi-in-chief and his oligarchical minded brownshirts have managed to spit in the faces of our Founders and defile the Constitution in three weeks. The weak-minded can’t bear to hear any opposition to the Nazi-in-chief. This is just a taste of things to come – “conform or be cast out.""
Am I wrong to be offended by this? I mean, seriously. You cannot cry 'freedom of speech' when you flagrantly break the rules. You can't cry 'discrimination' because you pissed off a lot of people, forced an 'us vs. them' mentality on your corner of the site, and ignored site rules when you were told that this behavior was unacceptable. No, the other 'nasty' groups didn't get disbanded.....because they adhere to site guidelines and rules.
Sorry. Your inability to read and comprehend the letters, messages and postings of the site mods explaining the reasons behind your disbandment has nothing to do with reality.
(Circe, I think you're rubbing off on me with the board rage....)
Like, totally weird. Involved, hard to explain, I'm a victim of my own curiosity and therefore cannot blame my offense on anyone but myself.
I'm a member of an online knitting forum. It's like MySpace for knitters and crocheters. Inside this forum there are groups--Tons and tons of them. You can join any group that you like at any time--and leave as well, at your own discretion. Each group has moderators, which are put in place to make sure that all members of any particular group adhere to group and forum guidelines.
Well.
One group didn't follow the rules. Didn't do what they were supposed to, the moderators really didn't moderate anything. The 4 site creators had to get involved, and decided that the best course of action was to close the group.
And the shit--it hit the fan.
Why?
Because this group is for....Conservative Fundamentalist Christians. They are yelling discrimination, calling for all liberal groups to be closed, preparing petitions, and generally having their panties in a bunch.
But see, I can understand them being upset.....to a point.
They are not in trouble for being conservative, for being christian, or for adhering to a fundamentalist view of their faith. They are in trouble because they stirred up a lot of shit on other sites. They flagged posts all over the site as a whole, causing trouble for the 4 big mods, and when those moderators in turn asked the group moderators to keep their group in check, they failed to do so.
So they got closed down.
Any other group that behaved similarly would have been closed down, regardless of the subject matter. The knitting group from Scranton gets out of hand? Closed. The knitters-who-love-manatees group goes on a rampage and the mods won't do anything? Closed.
Of course, rather than say "Hey, you know, we should listen to the site moderators and say 'ok, we understand, but we don't agree'", they're saying things like: (all grammatical and spelling errors have been left as is. Only changes I have made have been to protect the identity of the site or the members spoken of.)(Yes, I too am afraid of people finding my blog and getting in trouble.)
"...Discrimination. Loud and clear. Where do I get my armband? Oh, yea, and which hand are they going to tattoo that number on?"
"...Oh, yea, and which hand are they going to tattoo that number on? Ironically the RIGHT…."
"...I have stayed away from the liberal boards because they are so hateful and nothing positive could come from any discussion with them."
(In response to a site moderator explanation as to group disbandment)
"This is honestly a back door tactic to deal with the complaints you get. You know we deal with complaints when they come up… and yes, we have discussed things with you at at times. Such as why it’s okay for someone to post that Pres Bush should be hanged on one of the main six [main six boards that everyone is a member of, like it or not], but we can’t discuss inaugural scarf patterns [this was the last bit of drama--this group sent anything from death threats to scathing notes to a woman who wrote a pattern, which was then published, which said something very.....unflattering about Sarah Palin] without it being considered a terrorist threat.
I imagine that we just haven’t been diligent enough as a group to troll all the other boards flagging posts and whining about them. It appears that the squeaky wheel gets the oil. But don’t worry, that’s not my style. I’m not so bored and pathetic that I’m going to wander around looking for ways to silence people I disagree with and harp on you all the time.
But I’d like to give you a big ol’ thanks for the shout out for the criticism of what lousy mods we are. That’s really nice.
If anyone has flagged a post on an opposing forum and has received one of those nasty messages from one of their ultra-classy mods, I suggest you forward it to [site builder and moderator] so he can see what’s really going on. Or if you have somebody sending you nasty messages then stalking you… disagreeing with you… friending you… faving your projects… then sending you scathing messages when you reply… send those along too. Apparently, we’ve been to silent in taking the abuse we’ve received."
"It is evident now more than ever, that the Conservative voice must be heard. We must not let the “Left” take control of every aspect of our lives. This is Communism and we must fight back."
It is more than pathetic that we cannot even conduct our own discussions without the Leftist watchdogs tattling. Will the Gestapo be at our doors next?"
"Ugly people often say ugly things. They cannot help themselves. If they think this will stop us in our march towards doing what is right for the country we will not be shut up so easily. Hey I will have extra time to email congress reps and senators and the white house."
"I really, really, really regret having spent any money in the online store. This website is just a sandbox for liberal alley cats to compete at shitting in."
"I’m not surprised that it’s come to this. The Nazi-in-chief and his oligarchical minded brownshirts have managed to spit in the faces of our Founders and defile the Constitution in three weeks. The weak-minded can’t bear to hear any opposition to the Nazi-in-chief. This is just a taste of things to come – “conform or be cast out.""
Am I wrong to be offended by this? I mean, seriously. You cannot cry 'freedom of speech' when you flagrantly break the rules. You can't cry 'discrimination' because you pissed off a lot of people, forced an 'us vs. them' mentality on your corner of the site, and ignored site rules when you were told that this behavior was unacceptable. No, the other 'nasty' groups didn't get disbanded.....because they adhere to site guidelines and rules.
Sorry. Your inability to read and comprehend the letters, messages and postings of the site mods explaining the reasons behind your disbandment has nothing to do with reality.
(Circe, I think you're rubbing off on me with the board rage....)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
The Night Time is the Right Time
I'm a zombie.
A zombie who bakes.
A quick run-down of every shift, shall we?
8pm: Arrive.
8-2am: Fight the goddamn pastry sheeter, laminating dough with butter. (Danish dough first, then croissant dough.)
2am-4am: Cut, fill and shape pastry/croissants, place in proofing box, proof.
4am-OHCHRISTIT'SALMOST6: Fill, bake, glaze and ice pastry, cool, wrap for delivery. Load my tiny car to the brim, go peeling out off to the cafe.
6:15-6:30am: Drive to cafe, swear at totes of pastry cascading around the back of my car. Haul pastry totes into cafe while morning girls watch.
7am: Go home, remove clothing, trailing Pig Pen like cloud of flour all the way to the shower.
7-7:30am: Stand in shower and make paste with all the flour on my body. Scrub, begin to feel the physical exertion of the evening.
7:30am-till some asshole calls: Sleep.
Then I dick around for a few hours, and nap till about 7pm.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Friday-Monday, people! I am SORE. My body no likey the lifty of the heavy.
I am totally panicked about having to do all this alone. I am not ready. I admitted as much to my boss last night, and he said, "It's ok. I'll train you until you're ready. I can tell you're the right person for this job."
It made me feel good, until the back pain started. (Leaning over a table rolling croissants=back evil.)
I'm off to taste wedding cake. (Just what I want to do--more pastry.)
A zombie who bakes.
A quick run-down of every shift, shall we?
8pm: Arrive.
8-2am: Fight the goddamn pastry sheeter, laminating dough with butter. (Danish dough first, then croissant dough.)
2am-4am: Cut, fill and shape pastry/croissants, place in proofing box, proof.
4am-OHCHRISTIT'SALMOST6: Fill, bake, glaze and ice pastry, cool, wrap for delivery. Load my tiny car to the brim, go peeling out off to the cafe.
6:15-6:30am: Drive to cafe, swear at totes of pastry cascading around the back of my car. Haul pastry totes into cafe while morning girls watch.
7am: Go home, remove clothing, trailing Pig Pen like cloud of flour all the way to the shower.
7-7:30am: Stand in shower and make paste with all the flour on my body. Scrub, begin to feel the physical exertion of the evening.
7:30am-till some asshole calls: Sleep.
Then I dick around for a few hours, and nap till about 7pm.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Friday-Monday, people! I am SORE. My body no likey the lifty of the heavy.
I am totally panicked about having to do all this alone. I am not ready. I admitted as much to my boss last night, and he said, "It's ok. I'll train you until you're ready. I can tell you're the right person for this job."
It made me feel good, until the back pain started. (Leaning over a table rolling croissants=back evil.)
I'm off to taste wedding cake. (Just what I want to do--more pastry.)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sleep....
Can I mention how much 'fun' it is to totally re-do your sleep schedule? I have 2 days (one, now) to switch myself from getting up at 9am and going to bed between 11-2 to.....well, the opposite of that. Most nights I'm going to be getting done with work at 6-7am....It's great. I mean, really. Jet lag at home rocks.
So what have I been doing this long night, waiting to go pick up T?
Watching videos on the internet and alternately laughing and/or crying.
Such as:
"If more people had a duck...." Love it.
Baby kitten tummies get me every time.
Anyway.....it's been this and bad infomercials all night. Hooray.
So what have I been doing this long night, waiting to go pick up T?
Watching videos on the internet and alternately laughing and/or crying.
Such as:
"If more people had a duck...." Love it.
Baby kitten tummies get me every time.
Anyway.....it's been this and bad infomercials all night. Hooray.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Heavy Lifting
So last night was my first night at the bakery. I got the call at 4pm that I needed to be there at 8pm. I went home in the wee hours of the morning.
I'm working with two dudes. I can dig it. I'm not sure if they can...it was sort of hilarious.
It would seem that 12 people have started in my position, and all of them have quit after one day. They were very concerned that I wouldn't be coming back--lots of "If you want to come back on Friday...." "If, after that, you still want to work here..."
Uhm....I'm good. I can lift 75 pounds of dough. I can fight with the goddamn pastry sheeter. (PAIN IN THE ASS!) For all of you that don't know what a pastry sheeter is, it's like a giant pasta machine, only rather than rolling pasta it rolls pastry. It's huge, it's noisy, this specific one breaks on a regular basis. (6 times while I was there.) I can measure, I can cut, I can mix, I can do origami, I can freeze and proof and fill and bake. It's fine.
The manager person told me that it's obvious that I have baking talent, that it shows that I am not clueless, and that this is a good thing.
So I go back on Friday. Hopefully I get more sleep.
When I got home this morning, I had flour all over my body. My face, my hair, my skin, my clothes...I dusted about 1/4 cup out of my bra when I got in the shower.
My car, which has black upholstery, has a white butt-print in it.
Anyway.....it's ok. I think it will be fine after I get my sleep schedule readjusted.
I'm working with two dudes. I can dig it. I'm not sure if they can...it was sort of hilarious.
It would seem that 12 people have started in my position, and all of them have quit after one day. They were very concerned that I wouldn't be coming back--lots of "If you want to come back on Friday...." "If, after that, you still want to work here..."
Uhm....I'm good. I can lift 75 pounds of dough. I can fight with the goddamn pastry sheeter. (PAIN IN THE ASS!) For all of you that don't know what a pastry sheeter is, it's like a giant pasta machine, only rather than rolling pasta it rolls pastry. It's huge, it's noisy, this specific one breaks on a regular basis. (6 times while I was there.) I can measure, I can cut, I can mix, I can do origami, I can freeze and proof and fill and bake. It's fine.
The manager person told me that it's obvious that I have baking talent, that it shows that I am not clueless, and that this is a good thing.
So I go back on Friday. Hopefully I get more sleep.
When I got home this morning, I had flour all over my body. My face, my hair, my skin, my clothes...I dusted about 1/4 cup out of my bra when I got in the shower.
My car, which has black upholstery, has a white butt-print in it.
Anyway.....it's ok. I think it will be fine after I get my sleep schedule readjusted.
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