Why is it ...

Why is it these things never look like the picture?


Despite it's horrendous look it tastes pretty good.

Ignore the Loud Sounds Coming from the Dryer.

This is a story involving my precious (or semi-precious) Christmas gift of 2 years ago.


And his adventures with formidable foes.

Yes both of them.

One night after a long week of solid work I decided my uniform was in desperate need of washing. I pulled everything out of my pockets, skipping the left leg pocket because I never use that one and the water was getting pretty deep I was afraid my pants would miss their special cold water soaking time. I threw them in and went about cleaning my room while I waited for it to finish so I could dry the load and move my darks to the dryer before going to sleep.

The washer was rather noisy, but I figured it was because I had my jeans in there and went about my night. I moved everything to the dyer at the appropriate time. When I started the dryer it was exceptionally noisy, like I had washed with rocks or something.
Finding the noise grating I closed the laundry room door and went about cleaning again. When everything was finished I pulled the clothes from the dryer and started on my darks, promptly taking myself to bed shortly after. I woke the next morning and got ready for work.

Two days later, yes I know ... I hate laundry ... I would rather wear it wrinkled than have to spend time folding it. I started f0lding my clothes. Deciding I needed some music to tackle this ominous task I looked for my ipod.
Strange ... it wasn't on my desk. I know I didn't leave it in my car. Hm ... last time I remember seeing it I had slipped it into ... my ... pocket. I turned all dramatic like, the world moving slowly and stepped forward the pile of clean clothes on my bed. Sitting in my work pants, innocent like, was my ipod.

Well after a week long process of attempting to dry it, prep it, and prepare to connect I have come to this:

R.I.P. iPod. I knew thee well.

So if any of you were wondering ... there is about an 89% chance of an iPod dying during a wash and dry session. Those other luck few that get it to still work are just lucky.

I'm not too heart broken over this, it was a gift from my previous boss (I think it was used before because it came with finger prints and scratches). It was nice while it lasted but I can always buy a new one. Besides I'm the one who misused it by washing and drying the poor little guy.

Here is his last photo after my home attemps at fixing him.


Poor iFrankenstein.

Working and such ...

Whew it's been a while hasn't it? I have been so swamped with work I haven't had a breather to sit down and write a decent blog. How sad is that? Since my manager was removed I have been filling as a sort of morning manager while the other assistant was working as a closing manager.

It's been rough. We got the store looking nice and organized, and happen to be selling a lot more that we used to. Before the change we got a 1000 piece truck, we have upped that to 1300 pieces because we have more sales. How cool is that?

Wondering if I am still without a manager?

Nope. My coworker, the other assistant stepped up and took the position. She can deal with all the technical stuff and I can sit back and relax as the first assistant now. I work 39 hours a week every week, so I am guaranteed a certain amount on my paycheck, which makes things a little more stable. And I don't have to worry about the condition of the store when it comes to inventory time like a manager.

Is it better?

I'm not sure yet. When the new manager took over one of the cashiers, who is going to take the second assistant position took a week long vacation. So I have been working the 2 assistant jobs alone. I will let you know if things are better when he takes the keys.

As for more current events, today has been just one of those days. I ran to lunch, after unloading the 1300 piece truck, and couldn't decide if I wanted to bring my purse in with me. I stuffed my keys in there as well as my wallet and sat looking at it. After a second of pondering I decided I didn't need it and got out locking the doors and shutting them. I stopped looked in my car and sighed. Both sets of keys were locked in there.

I called mom, working, called dad, working, called Heather, didn't answer, called Justin who answered and his first response "I will get the Slim Jim."

He got there in minutes and started working on it to no avail. My dad showed up in his patrol car, but had to run because of a call. While we were working on it a customer ( a regular), saw us and came over. He asked what was going on and I explained I left my keys in my car and couldn't get it open. After working on it for a bit he pried my door open a little, placed a piece of wood in there, and used a wire hanger to pull the lock open.

45 minutes tops. He even bent the frame back in place (it was only a little bent) and left. Before going back into the store I stopped at his car and asked if I could buy him a soda or something, he shook his head, smiled, and said no thanks. I thanked him a few more times and we went our separate ways.

I will keep my spare in my room from now on. It was in my purse because I needed it once when I couldn't find my keys. I just never got around to returning it to its place on my cork board.

Such is life isn't it.

I will try and update a bit more now. We will see how things run. ^_^