Slumgullion: A Reimagining
The Mrs. is sick. Very sick. So when I woke up this morning (ah, a day off) and found that she had left me all but one cup of a fresh pot of coffee, I took it as a sign. One, she's fucking awesome (but we already knew that, didn't we?). And two, I need to get wired out and update my LJ. So here we are. Thanks, Missy.
I've put in for several possible transfers at work. There are two jobs at six stores that I am considering, and the farthest store is twelve miles from my house. (Insert saturated market rant here.) My current store is thirty-six miles from home and the resultant commute includes three of the four routes one wants to avoid in a Philadelphia area drive....76, also known as the Schuykill or Sure-kill, 476, and the Northeast Extension of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The fourth roadway is I-95, and the few times I've been on it I've been incredibly glad it's not a part of my daily routine. The only problem with transferring to one of these stores is they are all high shrink. My current store's last inventory came back at .48% to sales...which is really good. The best store on my potential transfer list got a 1.0.....and the worst got a 2.69....which translates into over two million dollars of shit finding it's way out of the store without being rung up. Makes me wonder if they lock the fucking place up at night. The reason this is an issue is that our quarterly bonuses are based partly on shrink, and a host of other factors. But if a store is shrinking out two million a year, the host of other factors probably suck ass, too. So if I transfer to one of these stores, I've probably seen my last quarterly bonus, which at my current store is about $500 every three months. But.......with my current store I am spending roughly $250 a month to get to and from work, not to mention the almost ten hours a week I'm spending on 76, 476, and the Northeast Extension. So a transfer to one of these stopres would mean a "bonus" of $750 a quarter in reduced negative cashflow, and the equivalent of an extra day off each week in saved commute time. Add to that the reduced wear and tear on The Kia.......
I've gone meatless again. I had a conversation with a friend from work as a result of something I posted on her Facebook page, and it really got me to thinking. It's no secret to anybody who has spoken to me for more than fifteen minutes how I feel about my dogs. And dogs in general. And it's also no surprise to anybody who knows me, what I think of that asshole quarterback from the Eagles and what he did. So how can I be so doting and protective of one species, and then condone the abuse of another? (YouTube keywords "cow" and "slaughterhouse" if you're not following my reasoning...) Funny thing is, I watched a video (about three minutes of it, actually...couldn't make it through the whole thing...) last night and what saddened me is that while there are people who work in slaughterhouses who are exceedingly abusive towards the animals, what I was seeing was not "abusive"...not according to legal standards, anyway. It was just.....how it's done. I just don't want to be a part of that anymore. Two things...one, I'm not going to nag Missy about any of this. My decision to go meatless is one I made for personal reasons and despite my Baptist upbringing, I don't feel the need to force my beliefs down her or anybody else's throat. And two, I'm going to have to get better about reading labels on the food I buy...Monday was Day 1 and I stopped at the market next to work to get a salad and some dressing. I picked up a bottle of Newman's Own Caesar. As I was eating my lunch I idly read the back of the bottle. Anchovy paste. I kidded with my vegetarian friend at work that I didn't make it six hours without eating meat. Then I laughed and joked, "At least I'm downsizing the animals I eat..."
Once again I find myself with so much more I want to say, but I got shit to do. Maybe I'll check back in later today. Right now I'm going to finish off the coffee and watch a movie I rented called "The Stray", about four people who try to help a stray dog. I don't know, I didn't really read the description...I'm just an emoptional massochist and this seemed like a good way to make sure I cry for at least ninety minutes on my day off.
Peace, people.
I've put in for several possible transfers at work. There are two jobs at six stores that I am considering, and the farthest store is twelve miles from my house. (Insert saturated market rant here.) My current store is thirty-six miles from home and the resultant commute includes three of the four routes one wants to avoid in a Philadelphia area drive....76, also known as the Schuykill or Sure-kill, 476, and the Northeast Extension of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. The fourth roadway is I-95, and the few times I've been on it I've been incredibly glad it's not a part of my daily routine. The only problem with transferring to one of these stores is they are all high shrink. My current store's last inventory came back at .48% to sales...which is really good. The best store on my potential transfer list got a 1.0.....and the worst got a 2.69....which translates into over two million dollars of shit finding it's way out of the store without being rung up. Makes me wonder if they lock the fucking place up at night. The reason this is an issue is that our quarterly bonuses are based partly on shrink, and a host of other factors. But if a store is shrinking out two million a year, the host of other factors probably suck ass, too. So if I transfer to one of these stores, I've probably seen my last quarterly bonus, which at my current store is about $500 every three months. But.......with my current store I am spending roughly $250 a month to get to and from work, not to mention the almost ten hours a week I'm spending on 76, 476, and the Northeast Extension. So a transfer to one of these stopres would mean a "bonus" of $750 a quarter in reduced negative cashflow, and the equivalent of an extra day off each week in saved commute time. Add to that the reduced wear and tear on The Kia.......
I've gone meatless again. I had a conversation with a friend from work as a result of something I posted on her Facebook page, and it really got me to thinking. It's no secret to anybody who has spoken to me for more than fifteen minutes how I feel about my dogs. And dogs in general. And it's also no surprise to anybody who knows me, what I think of that asshole quarterback from the Eagles and what he did. So how can I be so doting and protective of one species, and then condone the abuse of another? (YouTube keywords "cow" and "slaughterhouse" if you're not following my reasoning...) Funny thing is, I watched a video (about three minutes of it, actually...couldn't make it through the whole thing...) last night and what saddened me is that while there are people who work in slaughterhouses who are exceedingly abusive towards the animals, what I was seeing was not "abusive"...not according to legal standards, anyway. It was just.....how it's done. I just don't want to be a part of that anymore. Two things...one, I'm not going to nag Missy about any of this. My decision to go meatless is one I made for personal reasons and despite my Baptist upbringing, I don't feel the need to force my beliefs down her or anybody else's throat. And two, I'm going to have to get better about reading labels on the food I buy...Monday was Day 1 and I stopped at the market next to work to get a salad and some dressing. I picked up a bottle of Newman's Own Caesar. As I was eating my lunch I idly read the back of the bottle. Anchovy paste. I kidded with my vegetarian friend at work that I didn't make it six hours without eating meat. Then I laughed and joked, "At least I'm downsizing the animals I eat..."
Once again I find myself with so much more I want to say, but I got shit to do. Maybe I'll check back in later today. Right now I'm going to finish off the coffee and watch a movie I rented called "The Stray", about four people who try to help a stray dog. I don't know, I didn't really read the description...I'm just an emoptional massochist and this seemed like a good way to make sure I cry for at least ninety minutes on my day off.
Peace, people.