It's been a rough week at work thus far. Revenue is way up, but certain key performance indicators are way down, and we've been struggling to achieve what normally comes as second nature. Granted, i've been somewhat preoccupied with training a new team member and prepping for today's inventory, but still. It's frustrating.
Oh well. The week isn't over yet.
In anticipation for the opening of "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End," Sheena and i set out last night to acquire some pirate gear in order to make kickass costumes. There was some pretty cool stuff at the mall, but it was WAY too fucking expensive - especially for something that would probably be worn only once (although the possibility of future sequels could allow for more opportunity to dress up like pirates).
We stopped for dinner at On the Border, where the word "Coke" was apparently not in our waiter's vocabulary, because it had to be asked for FIVE TIMES, meaning that it when it finally arrived, our next request was for a to-go box. Sheena also discovered a small bug in her water, and our waiter advised heavily against ordering the coffee, telling us we were extremely brave for doing so.
Yes, he was a douche, and we tipped him accordingly. Oh, and my "sizzling" fajitas? Sizzle, they did not. It was more like "hang out on the plate and look like we were sizzling five minutes ago" fajitas.
Post-dinner, we headed across the street for some oh-so-delicious Cold Stone Creamery. For reasons that i still find difficult to grasp, not only had Sheena never had the exquisite pleasure of their frosty treats, but she didn't even know the goddamn place existed. Poor girl - she's been missing out on years of ice-creamy goodness. Indeed, the sample of Cake Batter ice cream caused her to stumble all over the lobby like a drunkard, over which i shared a laugh with the ice cream wench behind the counter.
We walked into Goodwill with less than ten minutes til close, and in that time managed to find a shirt and vest combo for Sheena, and nothing at all for me. We're gonna hit a few more places tomorrow before i go into work, but time is not on our side, and i fear there may be no pirating for me. Alas.
Lately, on the nights i've been here at the house for dinner, Dad and i have gotten into the routine of taking a walk down to the lake. It's just under two miles round trip, and if we wait until evening, when it cools down, it tends to be pretty pleasant. It affords us the opportunity to talk, since most nights we're sitting on the couch in the living room - channel surfing for him, reading or internetting for me - and there's little room for conversation when Ray Romano, Kevin James, and Jerry Seinfeld are involved.
Dad's trying to lose weight - his doctor keeps warning him about his cholesterol levels and such, but he has no will power. I think he just gets bored sitting in front of the TV, and needs something to do besides pressing the buttons on the remote. We'll have dinner, and he'll complain about how full he is, but in less than an hour he'll be having a follow-up snack (usually a candy bar, or maybe some fruit), and it's not uncommon for him to toss in a full bag of popcorn just before he goes to bed.
I've tried to tell him how detrimental this is to achieving his goal, but he brushes it off or makes excuses. I think i'm going to have to start hiding the snack foods and taking his goddamn plate away from him when i'm around. I love my old man - i want him to be healthy.
I might be moving to Plainfield soon. Late June, maybe early July. Ish. More on that soon.
I think that about wraps it up for this one. I need to watch "Dead Man's Chest" again to get refreshed on all the wide-open plot points that will be resolved tomorrow night.
Yar.
Oh well. The week isn't over yet.
In anticipation for the opening of "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End," Sheena and i set out last night to acquire some pirate gear in order to make kickass costumes. There was some pretty cool stuff at the mall, but it was WAY too fucking expensive - especially for something that would probably be worn only once (although the possibility of future sequels could allow for more opportunity to dress up like pirates).
We stopped for dinner at On the Border, where the word "Coke" was apparently not in our waiter's vocabulary, because it had to be asked for FIVE TIMES, meaning that it when it finally arrived, our next request was for a to-go box. Sheena also discovered a small bug in her water, and our waiter advised heavily against ordering the coffee, telling us we were extremely brave for doing so.
Yes, he was a douche, and we tipped him accordingly. Oh, and my "sizzling" fajitas? Sizzle, they did not. It was more like "hang out on the plate and look like we were sizzling five minutes ago" fajitas.
Post-dinner, we headed across the street for some oh-so-delicious Cold Stone Creamery. For reasons that i still find difficult to grasp, not only had Sheena never had the exquisite pleasure of their frosty treats, but she didn't even know the goddamn place existed. Poor girl - she's been missing out on years of ice-creamy goodness. Indeed, the sample of Cake Batter ice cream caused her to stumble all over the lobby like a drunkard, over which i shared a laugh with the ice cream wench behind the counter.
We walked into Goodwill with less than ten minutes til close, and in that time managed to find a shirt and vest combo for Sheena, and nothing at all for me. We're gonna hit a few more places tomorrow before i go into work, but time is not on our side, and i fear there may be no pirating for me. Alas.
Lately, on the nights i've been here at the house for dinner, Dad and i have gotten into the routine of taking a walk down to the lake. It's just under two miles round trip, and if we wait until evening, when it cools down, it tends to be pretty pleasant. It affords us the opportunity to talk, since most nights we're sitting on the couch in the living room - channel surfing for him, reading or internetting for me - and there's little room for conversation when Ray Romano, Kevin James, and Jerry Seinfeld are involved.
Dad's trying to lose weight - his doctor keeps warning him about his cholesterol levels and such, but he has no will power. I think he just gets bored sitting in front of the TV, and needs something to do besides pressing the buttons on the remote. We'll have dinner, and he'll complain about how full he is, but in less than an hour he'll be having a follow-up snack (usually a candy bar, or maybe some fruit), and it's not uncommon for him to toss in a full bag of popcorn just before he goes to bed.
I've tried to tell him how detrimental this is to achieving his goal, but he brushes it off or makes excuses. I think i'm going to have to start hiding the snack foods and taking his goddamn plate away from him when i'm around. I love my old man - i want him to be healthy.
I might be moving to Plainfield soon. Late June, maybe early July. Ish. More on that soon.
I think that about wraps it up for this one. I need to watch "Dead Man's Chest" again to get refreshed on all the wide-open plot points that will be resolved tomorrow night.
Yar.
FUCK! I hate bad service.