I just looked back the last thing I posted was on September 27, I guess I have been a bit distracted the past couple of weeks.  I have also been struggling with a topic in which to write.  At lunch the other day we are exchanging stories and Ben made the comment that I have all this wonderful stuff to write about but never do.  I had to consider all the things I would not write about.  The other question is why I even bother doing this at all.  Given the current economic clement do I even want to have a blip on Google if a potential employer decides to look me up.  I even consider ripping this site down, cleaning up my Facebook, and by all means making a lot of my photos private.  The reality of having this electronic split personality feels much less than honest

I have been unable to come to any clear decisions on what to do.  But here are a few things I could never write about because of love, respect, or fear or career suicide

1. People at work and all the bull shit, egos, bad decisions. 
2. Domestic issues with friends or family – breakups, affairs, devoice, domestic violence, drugs, money, gambling, health issues, body odder, racism, suicide, addiction, arrest
3. Puke as funny and sad as throwing up can be I would never write about it gross
4. Children – I would never be accused of being kid friendly and I have wished on several occasions they would be banned from the park, airplanes, any anywhere alcohol is served.  That being said making fun of specific kids seems wrong.

So what’s left: what I did this week, what I had for lunch and what I watched on TV, and of course politics.  What am I getting out of it – my screams in the dark are all carefully refined and anything interesting and real is removed. 

Lorri, just stopped by desk, several months ago we did a toy exchange, I took her carved coconut in the shape of a head and she took my Mr. Potato Head.  We were talking about shooting Mr. Potato Head’s suicide leap off the 5th floor deck.  That might be interesting right?

I’m not exactly sure why I’m sitting in the booth by my self in the back of a bar on Wednesday night.  There are several people around and i"m sure I could insert myself into any number of conversations.  But here I sit tapping away on my little laptop.  The smoke is light tonight, the music is ok.  One of Kevin’s tricks is roaming about drunk off his ass but no Kevin.  I think he’s over at the Eagle.  The military boy in the plaid shorts and with his box of cigarettes dangling at the end of his arm is hitting on the door guy.  The door guy a skinny kid, well he looks like a kid from a distance, but close up his face is much older and well warn.  The story on the Military guy is he like the girlie boys.  Well that much seems true from from this distance.

Ralph and DJ are behind the bar, a few regulars scattered about and one couple playing pool in the corner.  There is one girl in the bar tonight, she appears to be an Asian chick with big boobs blue eye makeup any a yellow tank top.  The token pretty boy and his bald yet stylish side kick.  The military guy light a cigarette, inhales and then exhales in a smooth twisting action fitting of dancer.  Ralph looks a little bored at the bar.  If I had to guess he’s doing his best to looking interested in what the older guy in yellow is saying.

It’s now 11:03 and you can see the last callers starting to stake out the potential claims for the night.  I’m not sure what it is about week nights at bars, people look alive but just not good.  I’m sitting here in a white t-shirt, jeans, hair uncombed and nursing a beer.  I think I would rather be home.

I hope you didn’t expect this to go anywhere.  I’m simply reporting on what I see.  This gives me something to do rather than interact with my fellow, rather be here than at homers.  Someone said it was country line-dancing night at the eagle.  Thank god I’m here and not over there.  I think it’s time for another beer.  I bet work is going to suck tomorrow.

Additional note:  From all the stories DJ told about the red head from out of town.  The stories are much better than reality ever could be.  Sad but true.

I have been working a couple different post this week.  Neither of which I ever got around to finishing.  Well it Thursday, and since tomorrow is a holiday I guess we can call if Friday.  Those of us in the corporate world have tomorrow.  Our Friends and loved one who work retail are not as lucky.  As much as I bitch about all the corporate crap, the 15 dollar stock price and the constant flow of dumb emails it’s nothing compared to daily hell experienced by peopel who work retail.

I’m going to take a little while to bitch about retail, or some of the horror stories that get passed my way.  If all retailers are like one particular chain that I have a second hand insight into then All retail regional managers are either complete air heads or total control freaks with eating disorders.  Well in the case of my friend their manager is both.

Dinner and drinks are always accompanied with some new story about the regional manager from hell.  Just a little background this chain deducts customer returns from the store that handled the return not the store where the purchase was made.  That seems a little fucked up from the start but it gets better.  In once case every member of my friends staff was over 100 percent of their sales goal.  But due to the number of returns from other stores they missed their week.  The regional manager bitched my friend out because they didn’t try harder.  I’m sorry it’s Math you dumb bitch !!  If everyone has performed past set expectations and that’s not good enough.  What the fuck !

People who work retail always get shafted.  They always have to work when everyone else is off.  They never get any holidays, they never seem to get to do anything on weekend until after 10 or 11 pm.  As much as I like a Tuesday off from time to time I’m sure it gets old having your weekend reduced to Tuesday Wednesday.  It really just pisses me off that no only do we the fucking dumb wits spending our weekends running from store to store at the mall treat these people like shit, but so do their own managers.  I may not get paid as much as I think I should some times, but I do have supportive managers.  I do get to have dinner without my phone ringing 10 times a night.  I’m not constantly scared my job will be threatoned because some staff member wore the wrong fucking color.  I do occasionally get out at 4:30 and have the opportunity to drink a beer and write in my blog.

So if you go out to the mall this weekend or eat out or anything try and think about the lives of those people waiting on you, be a little nicer, tip a litle more, (and for the love of god tip on the full amount not the pre-taxed amount).  And if you happen to be a regional manager try to treat your employees reasonable, learn to do math, and lighten the fuck up.

Wow - This week has gone by so quickly.  I don’t think know if I’m any closer to finishing up any of my projects at work.  I think things have to slow down a little.  I’m just sitting here at work enjoying the quiet.  Friday afternoon around the office is always quiet.  I really don’t have a lot to report.  I finished up putting down some wood chips and some ground lighting in the back yard last weekend.  The frogs are doing ok for those of you keeping up.  The dog has been crazy, I don’t think he’s getting as much exercise as he needs because it’s been so hot.  Tony is in town this week so we may go out with him tonight to east blvd and see Rex and the gang.
Note:  Ellen said my RSS feed was not pretty in Google Reader so I guess I’ll look at that template.  Off to catch the bus. 

I have a lot of different thing I want to write about this week.  But first just wanted to say:

1. happy fathers day Dad !!
2. happy birthday Rex
3. happy birthday Lee
4. happy birthday Arvy
5. thanks for the article big E

I’m going to write more about Rex’s party Friday night.  Look for that in a different post.  I also have a weekend update coming, and some thoughts and research on BSG.  I’m just not sure when I will get them posted.