Shiny tops and soda pops
So the latest bout of The Vedder may have been resolved fairly quickly. In addition to the two hearings previously stated here, I would like to add for posterity's sake the additional two hearings:
* Thursday, 4:45ish p.m., WCLZ, on Forest Ave where it intersects with the literal hole-in-the-wall Arlington Place (incidentally, the street that Peter lives on)
* Monday morning, 9:02 a.m., WMGX, on Walton Ave, where it intersects with Ocean Ave.
I have triangulated the map (under the cut)
Better Man Map
With the exception of Thursday, which was on the way back from walking Back Cove, I have always heard it on my way into work. This fits the pattern I had divined after the last time I heard the damn song, meaning, I am the girl in the song, and the man she/I can't leave is the Men's Department.
Because when I went in to work on Friday, I was informed that Eric, the latest Floor Lead, has given his two weeks' notice.
So that leaves the department running with Brad and Peter as assistant managers, myself and Flexo as Floor Leads, and when Boss gets back from his corporate project, Boss. But Uncle Jean's still in Customer Service, and I go back to Training in a month. And at some point in October, Peter's going to one of the new store openings. So ... we're kinda short-handed.
Vedder's been quiet since Monday. Which sucked, by the way. There were at least two times I looked at the register lines and was thisclose to bursting into tears. I was on the registers and linebusting the registers more often than I was on the floor. It was a physical impossibility, in that it both sucked and blew at the same time.
Let's see, what else ... I finished The Beekeeper's Apprentice, and oh my god, Thank you, Xantho, because it was awesome. Not only have I recommended it to everyone I know, but at one point I stopped reading it because I didn't want it to end.
I also finished Imperial Life in the Emerald City, which is a non-fiction (I know!) book by the former Baghdad Bureau Chief of The Washington Post, detailing what exactly went wrong with the Occupation of Iraq from 2003-2004. Interestingly enough, my head didn't explode from frustration over our idiot elected officials and the blatant cronyism, and now, I feel more informed than if I had just watched The Daily Show.
For disclaimer's sake, however, I must mention that I only heard about the book because the author was on The Daily Show talking about it a year ago or so.
Anyhoodle. Oh! I almost forgot! Flexo had his first That's What She Said!
Me: Stucki's been irking me.
Flexo: How so?
Me: One day, he called me the Queen of T&A. And I know he meant Time and Attendance, but still. I asked him not to call it that. But now, instead of just saying "Time and Attendance," because he's physically incapable of saying full words, he just blatantly whispers "T&A," as if by whispering it in an emphatic manner, I know he doesn't mean it.
Flexo: Oh. [pause; looks blank.]
Later...
Flexo: By the way, you don't have to bend over backwards to do the T&A tonight.
I look at him, askance. Flexo doesn't realize what he said.
Flexo: What?
Me: Awww ... you just had your first That's What She Said!
I was so proud. *sniff* The boy is growing up.
And then Aunt Amy and I ganged up on Uncle Jean on the way to our cars.
Aunt Amy: It feels like fall.
Me: I know! It's too early for fall.
Aunt Amy: Well, hopefully, it'll be a very cold winter.
Me: I can deal with cold; it's the snow I can't handle.
Uncle Jean (walking behind us): The Farmer's Almanac says --
Me: Oh, here we go with the Almanac. Who are you, my dad?
Uncle Jean: It says we're in for extreme cold.
Me: But that means it's too cold to snow, so I'm good with it. I killed my bumper by running into the snowbank in my driveway in February.
Uncle Jean: Did you ever get that fixed?
Me: Nope.
Uncle Jean: Good for you.
Aunt Amy: Well it was so bad, that I was coming home, the car drifted, and I ended up almost on the side in the ditch in our driveway.
Me: I remember that! Jean had to leave early and dig you out.
Aunt Amy: Except that by the time he got home, I had gotten the car out. I'm tellin' ya, I don't ask for much. All I want is sand in the winter so I can get in my driveway. Did I get sand last winter? No! You bet that I'll be getting sand this winter.
Me: He will if he knows what's good for him.
Uncle Jean (still walking behind us, in a small voice): What is it, Tell All Of Jean's Secrets Day?
Aunt Amy: Alaina's family. There aren't any secrets in family.
Me: I would like some secrets to stay secret, Jean.
Uncle Jean: Yeah, I've told Alaina almost everything.
Me: It led to the story about the five words he can't say any more.
And then Uncle Jean saw the Captain Eli's Root Beer Van with the taps on the side, and Uncle Jean thought it was an actual beer van, so now I have to buy him a Beer Van for his fiftieth birthday.
Uncle Jean: Why did you say fiftieth?
Me and Aunt Amy, in unison: Because it's coming up!
I heart Aunt Amy. So much.
* Thursday, 4:45ish p.m., WCLZ, on Forest Ave where it intersects with the literal hole-in-the-wall Arlington Place (incidentally, the street that Peter lives on)
* Monday morning, 9:02 a.m., WMGX, on Walton Ave, where it intersects with Ocean Ave.
I have triangulated the map (under the cut)
Better Man Map
With the exception of Thursday, which was on the way back from walking Back Cove, I have always heard it on my way into work. This fits the pattern I had divined after the last time I heard the damn song, meaning, I am the girl in the song, and the man she/I can't leave is the Men's Department.
Because when I went in to work on Friday, I was informed that Eric, the latest Floor Lead, has given his two weeks' notice.
So that leaves the department running with Brad and Peter as assistant managers, myself and Flexo as Floor Leads, and when Boss gets back from his corporate project, Boss. But Uncle Jean's still in Customer Service, and I go back to Training in a month. And at some point in October, Peter's going to one of the new store openings. So ... we're kinda short-handed.
Vedder's been quiet since Monday. Which sucked, by the way. There were at least two times I looked at the register lines and was thisclose to bursting into tears. I was on the registers and linebusting the registers more often than I was on the floor. It was a physical impossibility, in that it both sucked and blew at the same time.
Let's see, what else ... I finished The Beekeeper's Apprentice, and oh my god, Thank you, Xantho, because it was awesome. Not only have I recommended it to everyone I know, but at one point I stopped reading it because I didn't want it to end.
I also finished Imperial Life in the Emerald City, which is a non-fiction (I know!) book by the former Baghdad Bureau Chief of The Washington Post, detailing what exactly went wrong with the Occupation of Iraq from 2003-2004. Interestingly enough, my head didn't explode from frustration over our idiot elected officials and the blatant cronyism, and now, I feel more informed than if I had just watched The Daily Show.
For disclaimer's sake, however, I must mention that I only heard about the book because the author was on The Daily Show talking about it a year ago or so.
Anyhoodle. Oh! I almost forgot! Flexo had his first That's What She Said!
Me: Stucki's been irking me.
Flexo: How so?
Me: One day, he called me the Queen of T&A. And I know he meant Time and Attendance, but still. I asked him not to call it that. But now, instead of just saying "Time and Attendance," because he's physically incapable of saying full words, he just blatantly whispers "T&A," as if by whispering it in an emphatic manner, I know he doesn't mean it.
Flexo: Oh. [pause; looks blank.]
Later...
Flexo: By the way, you don't have to bend over backwards to do the T&A tonight.
I look at him, askance. Flexo doesn't realize what he said.
Flexo: What?
Me: Awww ... you just had your first That's What She Said!
I was so proud. *sniff* The boy is growing up.
And then Aunt Amy and I ganged up on Uncle Jean on the way to our cars.
Aunt Amy: It feels like fall.
Me: I know! It's too early for fall.
Aunt Amy: Well, hopefully, it'll be a very cold winter.
Me: I can deal with cold; it's the snow I can't handle.
Uncle Jean (walking behind us): The Farmer's Almanac says --
Me: Oh, here we go with the Almanac. Who are you, my dad?
Uncle Jean: It says we're in for extreme cold.
Me: But that means it's too cold to snow, so I'm good with it. I killed my bumper by running into the snowbank in my driveway in February.
Uncle Jean: Did you ever get that fixed?
Me: Nope.
Uncle Jean: Good for you.
Aunt Amy: Well it was so bad, that I was coming home, the car drifted, and I ended up almost on the side in the ditch in our driveway.
Me: I remember that! Jean had to leave early and dig you out.
Aunt Amy: Except that by the time he got home, I had gotten the car out. I'm tellin' ya, I don't ask for much. All I want is sand in the winter so I can get in my driveway. Did I get sand last winter? No! You bet that I'll be getting sand this winter.
Me: He will if he knows what's good for him.
Uncle Jean (still walking behind us, in a small voice): What is it, Tell All Of Jean's Secrets Day?
Aunt Amy: Alaina's family. There aren't any secrets in family.
Me: I would like some secrets to stay secret, Jean.
Uncle Jean: Yeah, I've told Alaina almost everything.
Me: It led to the story about the five words he can't say any more.
And then Uncle Jean saw the Captain Eli's Root Beer Van with the taps on the side, and Uncle Jean thought it was an actual beer van, so now I have to buy him a Beer Van for his fiftieth birthday.
Uncle Jean: Why did you say fiftieth?
Me and Aunt Amy, in unison: Because it's coming up!
I heart Aunt Amy. So much.