....just.....wow....

work today, would have been normal....except for 1 small, tiny, itty-bitty thing..

we're in an asst. manager meeting, headed up by the store manager, who ya'll know as the "arch nemesis" it's basically a pep talk, getting everyone on track to either get promoted, or get out of the way for people who WANT to be promoted. it was getting kinda longish. as the only one of the assistants who's been in the position for longer than 2 or 3 months.. i'm kinda like "ho hum" and thinkin in ma head of all the things i COULD be doing. towards the end of this meeting, mr. boss man asks for any comments, or advise. i tell them simply, if you want your life running smoothly at this store, you stay two steps ahead of that man, and point towards boss man.

he goes on for a bit longer, than busts out with how i'm his "pride and joy". how if any of them want to be promoted and be promoted quick, to study how i work.....and how he'd all but given up on me ever being anything more than an assistant, but now he'd be proud to have me run ANY bakery.

i'm fairly sure i almost fell out of ma chair. i KNOW i was blushing like a fiend and had to struggle to keep any excess moisture out of ma eyes.

this...from the man who's made me cry before for the WRONG reasons, who made me doubt my abilities as a manager, hell...as a person, from the man who i've cheerfully daydreamed about being run down by a dump truck with me behind the wheel.....

i'm flattered. even more flattered when the district manager came up to me later in the day telling me how highly mr. boss man was speaking of me....so.....wow...

ok, we need a tie breaker. me and dum are having a disagreement.

our anniversary date. i say our anniversary is sept 13, 2007. which is the day we first physically met. we were already in love before then, had already been talking for a long time...granted, we lived 800 miles apart, and i only got to see him for a combined total of two weeks after that....but. we were together. i was faithful to him, as he was to me.

he says april 1, 2008 is our anniversary. the day he moved in with me.

i don't agree. we were exclusive, no matter how far apart. and i knew the minute i kissed him that september night i wouldn't want anyone else.

so what do ya'll think?? sept. 13th or april 1st?

so turns out ma lil party is gonna be a bust. as per usual when i plan anything! lol!! still, gonna have digs here, and seeing ma sister is better than any party anyway.

we might forgo the circus to surprise the shit out of our parents. mom n dad are missing her something fierce, and mom's upset her visit NEXT weekend might be cut short since it appears she works for bigger assholes than i do...

should be worth it, just to see the looks on their face when i bring THEM a prezzie for ma birfday

*muwah* we need food... i'm starvin...

had to close...AGAIN... so ma dums is all cute n sprawled out on the couch passed out when i got home. no lovin for me tonight. dammit.

work was ok, same ole same ole. i do ma stuff, get it done, and leave. tho there was ONE thing... hehehehehehehehehehhehheehe
i know some of you remember i was in the bowling league @ work. the spring season kinda fizzled out, due to a huge round of promotions (1/2 of the league got transferred out to different stores too far away)the fall season was starting, and they asked me if i was going to sign up again. one huge difference between the seasons...dum moved in with me. so i ask him what he thinks about joining the league with me. i am a woman. so that automatically means i'm smart. i ask dum after he's had more than a few beers. heheheheheh then. i'm told that dum can't join...he's never been an employee of our company, and we aren't married. that's bullshit i say. so i took both of us off the list.
....another round of promotions. and they NEED 2 people... desperately, or the league won't be even. asst. store manager comes to me today... "you really won't bowl if your boyfriend can't?"

nope. i'm already away from him a minimum of 13 hours a day ANYWAY... and i'm not gonna ask him to sit at home while i'm out having fun..nor am i gonna ask him to come with me..and watch everyone bowl while he "holds my purse" as it were.

i tell "the commmish" all of this. and then make the point that i AM married...just not to dum. heheheheheh he asks if we live together.. well duh! we're the closest thing to married you can get without the legal bullshit. so he goes back to speak with whoever...and then yep. he comes back later and says we're in.
tomorrow is our first match.

we're on a team with another couple, feckin AWESOME bowlers.. they're happy to have two of what's prolly the lamest bowlers on their team, as we play with handicaps. don't understand it all, but i guess that's good. AND...for our first match... we're playing the store mgr...ma "arch nemesis" LMFAOOOOOOOO

dum is NOT happy about this. the promise of beer and the chance to hang out with real people once a week has him ALMOST happy about this..

other than the bowling match, i'm just waiting for thursday, my last day of work for 4 beautiful long days...the day before ma sister and my friends show up for a birthday weekend filled with booze, illegal fireworks, and the CIRCUS!! i've never been to a circus...so yea. i'm giddy. hell, they're lucky i'm not making them wear party hats lmfaoooo

turning 29 don't really bother me. i still get carded, and still get the double looks while they figure out in their heads if it's a fake id or not. i don't look at age the way most people do, i guess. i know some women who weep and scream and try to avoid getting closer to 30. pfft... i'm actually kinda looking forward to ma first grey hair lmfaooo

.....there's not nearly enough sex with dum....but i guess people DO need to sleep....

it's been....really......just THAT kinda day.......

like i can't figure out of it's good or bad or perhaps i just shouldn't have woken up at all! firstly... i wake up, on ma 14th day of work straight, at 2:30am and i can barely get myself up and out of bed. i'm just...tired. i get dressed, don't even bother with ma hair, ffs, i wear a hairnet all day anyway, why bother? get in ma truck, and OOooooOOoo... coast to coast is on. yea, i'm a talk radio junkie.

so goes ma day... like a coin, flipping in the air. good side, bad side, good side bad side, over and over.

good side: i stop for gas..and IT'S UNDER $3 A GALLON!! HOLY SHIT! seems like forever since it's been that cheap. well, 2.95 is ALMOST $3, but still....bad side: it STILL takes 'round bout $50 to fill ma tank, and i KNOW i'm gonna need another fill up in 4 days.

good side: the clerk at the gas station used to work for ma company, i know her well..bad side: she tells me "you look like you could have killed your alarm clock, packed your clothes into the bags under your eyes, and fled for mexico"

good side: i buy one of those gleceau vitamin energy drinks (i love those things) bad sideeems that company KNEW i loved 'em and raised the price $.50. good side: the shop clerk bought me a 5 hour energy shot cuz she knows me, i look like complete shit, and she feels bad.

i get to work... start my normal daily stuff... *ie putting bread into the proof box, setting up coffee cakes for the proofer, putting donuts in the oven and glazing, etc*
good side: the energy drink has me amped, the tunes from my ipod are all great, everything's smooth as butter bad side: none.

after an hour i'm golden, every thing's ahead of schedule, every thing's coming out perfect..my BEST clerk comes in. this chick is NUTS, and i love her. she's perfect for management, as she's bossy, and thinks of EVERYTHING, but has said she'll only go into management if it's at THIS bakery, and I'M the mgr. since nothing is guaranteed, she won't do it.

together, we're on fire...laughing, joking, swapping stories. we get silly that early in the morning, and keep each other in fits of giggles by our own private jokes "fudgeBAG" tho we're both tired, myself exhausted.

good side: we're so far ahead, it should be 10am instead of 6am. bad side: i realize we're out of key lime pies, so i have to go to another store. i drive off @ 6am, get to the other store, and have free reign on their freezer. i leave them 4 cases of keylime pies lighter, and maself getting more and more behind at work.

i'd promised ma clerk, ma friend, breakfast upon ma return. so i stop at the sonic right next to the other store..
good side: OMG tasty food, AND an iced latte for me...yay!! a treat!
bad side: guess there's only ONE person working, and she's new...so it takes 20 minutes to get my order. seriously.

i get back to ma store, bust off almost all my orders, then feel that familiar twinge of pain in my midsection. oh ffs......i'm about to start my period. i'd been anticipating it for the past few days, and wore the appropriate undies *anything NOT thongs* yet, this morning, being exhausted, i put on ma usual....thongs...FUCK!
good side: i'm not pregnant
bad side: i feel like someone's stabbing ma uterus with a rusty pitchfork.

i try to do the majority of the decorating bent almost in half from pain, and manage to finish all the orders as well as much of the backup work needed. THEN it's time to do the end of the week paperwork...last sunday, i'd pulled my boss aside *the evil nemesis* and told him what was going to happen THIS week... i wanted to drop our stales (amount of stuff we throw away each week) to at LEAST 30%. and i wanted to drop our inventory by at least $300. keep in mind, my "manager" the P.O.S. who i've been training to do HER job, is on vacation.

good side: i dropped my stales to 23%, BELOW the company average. AND dropped inventory ALMOST $700. as well as increased other things that our company uses as markers of a well running bakery.
HA! i'm sure the powers that be (be full of themselves, be full of shit) are going to notice something THAT dramatic...in one week!
bad side: if they notice, and they act on that...this kind of performance is gonna be expected wherever i go, and i'm not sure i can deliver...

i had all the data in ma hand...took it to the evil one. before i presented it, asked him if he remembered my personal goals from the beg of the week. he said he did, and quoted them. i presented the results, well BETTER than my goals. hehhehehehehhehehehehehe...
i actually got a "WOW!" and some praise. my favorite thing he said is, "your so damn cocky. but it's well deserved"

O.O

now i'm off, and i have my first day off in forever tomarrow. i can't wait....until then...

floating and singing a song for ma dums...
[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUvjJHnAVeU[/url]

.....ish..... today was ma first day off in 11 days... which SHOULD have been awesome, yes? no. i had to go in and deliver a wedding cake this afternoon. ah well.... don't have a decorator, and tho i could have made the cake yesterday, there's no one there to deliver it today. so...i had to sit 'round ma house today for HOURS....not drink anything....and go in @ 1pm.

i show up @ 2 *after ma 1 hour commute* and start the necessary daily paperwork..i'm in the dept. all of 5 minutes, when one of my bridezillah's calls.... ffs........it's NOT healthy to keep a CHEESECAKE outside, in the florida weather......for 5 hours before serving it!!! i finally talk her into a more sensible option. this chick has been calling ma dept for the past week....

40 minutes later, i get to start on ma cake... i've told everyone.. i'm not really here, i'm here to do a cake... DON'T think i'm REALLY here... what happens?? the store manager calls a mgr meeting.

i don't even go. stay there icing ma cake. OMG...i'm there...in jeans, a pair of pink and black converse high tops, and a company polo..I'M NOT THERE!

anyway....i work...and work...and i finish the cake. i look at the clock...and it's only 4!!!! i'd really only been working on it for a lil over an hour?!?!?!?!?!? holy shit!! guess pressure is good in some cases, lol. it wasn't due to be delivered until 5:30, but between talking to the bride, and the restaurant,i could deliver it NOW. i so jumped on that option....

it turned out so well!!! too many times, hell....ALL the time, i deliver a cake, the florist still has to do their magic on it.. so i never see the final product. this time....i had all th stuff to go on it. and got to see the finished product!!



yep...i'm proud

no...it's not what your thinking...

on ma way home from work today, i passed a yard. the same yard i always pass. more dirt than grass. a single wide trailer, once white or beige...now green and a dusky yellow, the color of moss and pollen. car parts, spare tires, old furniture, and broken toys litter the ground, almost like flowers in a high class flowerbed.


but today.. there's 4 or 5 kids in that yard.. almost covered head to toe in dirt and mud. wrestling, pushing, shoving, and grinning from ear to ear..

it's almost a time warp, 20 some-odd-years back, to my grandparents house. actually, this property i'm living on right now.

easter sunday, many years ago. myself, my brother, and my cousins are xxxxxx into stiff shoes, dress pants for the boys, and the gawd-awful frilly dress for me. *instant death to a 6 year old tom-boy* not only are we dressed in horrible evil nasty "church" clothes...but we have to stay CLEAN!! our easter candy taken away, so we aren't covered in chocolate...no playing outside, so there would be no grime. no cartoons... it's sunday, football.

so all of us suffer silently, cuz it did NO good to complain. we were told to hush up, play quietly, and whatever you do, DON'T GET DIRTY!!!

after church, it's back to mema and papa's house, where we're going to have supper. we're still in our unfamiliar church clothes, but the adults give us ONE chocolate bunny each, for being so good....

ma papa had a huge dirt pile in the front yard. he was going to redo the driveway. i don't know who started it, probably one of my cousins, michael-john or zep, but we started running up the dirt pile only to slide down in our church slick shoes.

what started as running up the hill (really, only 2 or 3 foot high, but to kids...a MOUNTAIN!!) progressed into a shoving and pushing match... king of the hill.....

about 10 minutes into the tussle... papa came out. he was a stern man, always the disciplinarian, he was the father to those of us without one. we immediately froze.. 5 pairs of eyes looked towards the door, fearful of the wrath we had incurred.
he looked towards us, and a small smile spread across his face, as much of a smile as i'd ever seen.

"don't go spreadin ma dirt out before it's time" is all he said.

we took this as the ok, and the king of the hill war was ALL OUT!!! we were crawling in the dirt, church clothes be damned. my "pretty" yellow dress was a lovely shade of dung, and the boy's shirts were matching. we would smash eachothers faces into the dirt, so we were completely covered.

this was a joyous celebration of kiddom... wallowing and playing in nothing more than earth. when our parents finally came out, and saw us, the surprise and punishments vied for first exclamations...

until papa spoke up, he'd been sitting in his swing, watching every minute of the dirty play...
"now, ya'll leave those chil'lens alone. i said they could. and they ain't doin nothing more then bein kids."

all parents were silenced. the king had spoken.

tho we WERE stripped naked and hosed off with the freezing cold garden hose before we were allowed in the house to eat..

and she knows how to use them....



politics aside, i HAD to blog about this....

ONE: OMG that woman has some SESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSY legs!!

TWO: there's NOTHING more powerful OR persuasive than a fine pair of walking sticks....

and THREE: HOLY SHIT!! i've been lusting after what could be our next VP's legs since last night!!!

*whew* had to get that out....

/me lays her hand on her BOS *book of shadows, basically a pagan bible* and SWEARS she is NOT voting the McCain/Palin ticket just cuz she's hot for sara....

it's my friday!!!!

ok ok ok ok, i KNOW it's not TECHNICALLY friday..but i'm off work...and have the next two days off... so yea...


this is ma FRIDAY!!!! *opens another beer*

shall we celebrate?!