My Incredibly Unremarkable Life

It was one of my shopping Sundays and I got to WalMart about half past eight. That got me a nice close parking place and a fully charged motorized cart. I happened to glance at the door as I walked in and noticed that WalMart isn't anywhere near its pre-K 24/7. Its hours are just 7 AM - 8 PM. It's a matter of staffing and it explains why the checkout lines tend to be longish. Using the electric cart is a definite advantage--waiting in line isn't half bad when you can sit down. And I usually have bought a coke and a snack along the way.

This afternoon I was talking with a coffee shop friend who is retired military. He was saying he wasn't really ready to find a part time job. I reminded him that he could always get a job as a WalMart greeter at $8.50 and hour. The whole conversation started with comments about the inefficiency and general attitude of the teenagers working at the coffee shop, and it went on to the general labor shortage in the area.

In addition to talking I got a rough chapter outline done. I need to get it a lot less rough, but at least I have a list of what I want to talk about. I haven't written this type of stuff in more fifteen years and I am just beginning to get back into the swing of it. I found my Turabian (style guide) so I can remind myself of the proper footnote format. And I think it's got how to cite internet stuff. I may go buy the latest edition--I hate to think what edition it might be. The one I have has a 1986 copyright date.

I had planned to go in to work tomorrow, rather than Tuesday, but I think I'll stay home. I have some car stuff that needs doing as well as a bunch of other things.

The latest ice cream flavor from WalMart (I may have talked about it already, but it is really good) is Mocha Mudslide. It's a coffee and Irish creme flavor, with fudge swirls and chocolate cookie pieces. I limit myself to one half gallon of ice cream a week. Hey--it's calcium, and my old bones need calcium.

Fabian spent a lot of today in the sink again. He finally moved when I started fixing their dinners and splashed him with water.

I don't think it's ever going to rain again here. Oh how I miss my pool!

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2006-06-04 7:22 PM The Usual Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook	It was one of my shopping Sundays and I got to WalMart about half past eight. That got me a nice close parking place and a fully charged motorized cart. I happened to glance at the door as I walked in and noticed that WalMart isn't anywhere near its pre-K 24/7. Its hours are just 7 AM - 8 PM. It's a matter of staffing and it explains why the checkout lines tend to be longish. Using the electric cart is a definite advantage--waiting in line isn't half bad when you can sit down. And I usually have bought a coke and a snack along the way. This afternoon I was talking with a coffee shop friend who is retired military. He was saying he wasn't really ready to find a part time job. I reminded him that he could always get a job as a WalMart greeter at $8.50 and hour. The whole conversation started with comments about the inefficiency and general attitude of the teenagers working at the coffee shop, and it went on to the general labor shortage in the area. In addition to talking I got a rough chapter outline done. I need to get it a lot less rough, but at least I have a list of what I want to talk about. I haven't written this type of stuff in more fifteen years and I am just beginning to get back into the swing of it. I found my Turabian (style guide) so I can remind myself of the proper footnote format. And I think it's got how to cite internet stuff. I may go buy the latest edition--I hate to think what edition it might be. The one I have has a 1986 copyright date. I had planned to go in to work tomorrow, rather than Tuesday, but I think I'll stay home. I have some car stuff that needs doing as well as a bunch of other things. The latest ice cream flavor from WalMart (I may have talked about it already, but it is really good) is Mocha Mudslide. It's a coffee and Irish creme flavor, with fudge swirls and chocolate cookie pieces. I limit myself to one half gallon of ice cream a week. Hey--it's calcium, and my old bones need calcium. Fabian spent a lot of today in the sink again. He finally moved when I started fixing their dinners and splashed him with water. I don't think it's ever going to rain again here. Oh how I miss my pool! Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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