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2009-08-20 12:52 AM
Just Another Day, and a McStory

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I swear, I tried and tried to figure out the google map thing. It takes you through a deonstration, showing one how to make a walking map of San Francisco. You can add sights, and pictures and all sorts of stuff. I played with it for nearly an hour today. I was ready to have a glass of wine, smoke a joint, and put a bullet to my head by the time I was finished. Okay, I didn't do any of those things, and I probably won't, but seriously...Let's see, I got my map to Spokane. It certainly was not as good as the one they did in front of me, but hey, I am okay with 'good enough'. I had made a few mistakes, making lines and not being able to delete them with out deleting the main line that was now more than 500 miles long. I did a click and drag, to move the map south, since that was the direction from Spokane, when I lost the entire route. dammitalltohell. A friend at work says that darn map has gotten the best of her before, too, and it isn't as easy as the demonstration. Whatever...Not sure if and when I will ever get it figured out.

I was in bed by 4:30 this morning, and awake at 10:30. I worked 3pm-10pm, and my homeless boss came home with me, to sleep in one of the empty beds. We ended up sitting and BSing for hours. Here it is 1am, and I am finally getting around to this. (yawn)

Had a great day at work. Kay and I rarely see each other, even at the same store. Today, we worked together for quite a bit. I was there, right behind her as she came running towards the backroom, and slipped on water on the floor in our ghetto store. She fell to her backside, and jumped up quickly. I got there, and wanted her to just stay down for a minute, but she was embarassed and angry. Angry the water was there in the first place, but angrier that she had an audience. She is over 60 yrs old, and she hit pretty hard, I was worried about her. She says she didn't like her new shoes, and went back to wearing her old pair. I wear a decent non-slip shoe, and have not slid an inch in any water or grease in years. I hope she isn't laid up tomorrow, she may be sore.

Mike fixed sloppy joes for dinner, and I ate the rest with the boss when we came home. Sounds as if I don't babysit tomorrow, as Brittany has made arrangements to take over that task every other Thursday. Just that I was out of town last week, and the week before was Brittanys week. I haven't seen the baby for three weeks, and I hear she is now walking quite skillfully. I miss her, and would very much like to spend time with her. Hopefully, I will see her anyway.

At work, we got to laughing about a woman that used to work with us. I know, that sounds rude, but it is a funny story...bear with me here...This woman was older than I, and moved extremely slow. That isn't going to work in our business, yet there was never a good reason for terminating her employment. She was nice enough, but methodically slow. I always said she had the incredible expanding ass too, as she didn't appear overwieght, nor did she seem to have a big butt. She was just regular, until she went to bend over, and her ass could reach astronomical porportions. One could not walk around, just had to wait it out. So she goes into the freezer one day, to get to whatever it was she needed, perhaps strawberries for a parfait. To access the freezer, you have to first open the walk-in door, and proceed through the fridge, then open the inner door, to the freezer portion. While inside, the tower of shake mix stored in the fridge, fell over and blocked the passage way back to the fridge. She was somewhat stuck in the sub-zero temperature freezer. Since she had been working in the back, I never noticed she was gone. We estimated she was in there for 15 minutes, when she got out herself. There is an interior door, that opens to the outside sidewalk, that she simply opened and freed herself, the way it was designed to work. When I saw her coming in through the front door, I asked her how did she get out there? I thought she was making parfaits. She broke down crying, saying she had been banging on the door, yelling my name for quite a while, and I never came to rescue her. Okay, I know she was upset, but I also saw she had survived the ordeal, I got to laughing pretty hard. This made her more upset, which knowing me, just made me laugh harder, to the point I could not control it. I think I nearly peed myself as I went into the walk-in, and restacked the offending shake mix myself. I am truly sorry I found it so humorous at the time. I know that woman was the type to freak out easily, but there was an easy out...open the other door...what took so long to figure out that I was not going to hear her pleas? I see her banging with both arms over her head, yelling, "Peggy, help me, Peggy, please open the door!" Ummm, yeah, through TWO doors, and from the backroom, up to the front counter area, I can hear that...sure I can...yell some more.

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