Bastard's Notebook

LEt's see. At my wonderful dayjob, I tend to do things in the following order of priority:

1: Cruise the internet
2: Drink copious amounts of coffee.
3: Run off at the mouth on topics from politics to coworkers to the stupidities of the latest artist we're trying to market
4: Work on my photoshop skills
5: Actually do my job.

Hell, if I could find a decent way to get away with it, I'd currently be sleeping at my desk, head propped up on a small tower of drained Starbucks cups, closed eyelids camouflaged by white out and sharpie marks. (Late night last night. Good night, but a late one.) So, what does my work do? Fire the slacker? Reprimand the lazy bastard? No. Instead they're giving me more responsibilities.

God help me.

All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.
All work and no sleep makes Winnegan a fucking lunatic.

Or rather the dismal things that bring about the lack thereof. Again.

Bastard Owner calls this morning and leaves a voicemail, wanting to know if I can come into work today. As in immediately. And he knows what the current nonexistent daycare situation is like.

I was out on the porch for the call, but by the time I come inside and finish listening to the voicemail, the phone is ringing again.

It's the Bastard Owner again. Wanting to know why I hadn't called him back yet, or just shown up for work yet.

My response: "I can't. I have no daycare for my daughter, and I'm the only one here with her. I can't bring her in, so what do you want me to do?"

Him: "I don't care, just get down here."

Me: (deep breath) No.

Him: What?

Me: A twenty minute rant on his lack of professionalism, his inability to listen to his employees, his inability to deliver a set schedule for work, and a few other things.

End result: He'll get his apron back a little later this week, and I'll be getting the check for the four hours I've worked around the same time. Pride is saying I should shove that check up his ass so far that you can read the routing number through his nostrils, but we need even that pittance of money too badly at this point.

I'm mostly done and over this already. Mostly. Just need to get a damn job and soon.

Argh.

So, I started the new job yesterday, which included getting my schedule, etc. This morning, I get a call from the owner, informing that my shift for today is now an "on-call" shift. This is of course, after I arrange things for having someone here to take care of Brenna. This is just fucking intolerable- am I scheduled, or not? And how often is he going to pull this kind of BS?

Gah. So, right now I'm jobhunting again, and when my shift time rolls around, I'll be going in to have a talk with the owner about this stuff.

Yesterday seemed to be the day for jobs to call me back. but I have both bad and good news as a result.

Got the call from the place I burned gas on three interviews at. Would've been a nice desk job, casual environment, doing contract research work. And the payscale was perfect. So of course I didn't get the job. Even after three bloody interviews.


Instead I got the call from a cafe I'd applied and interviewed at. That's right, I'll be barista-ing again. Pay won't be great, but tips will hopefully make up for this. At any rate, I have a one-hour-training session tomorrow, after which I'll be finding out my work schedule.

OK, the short report on the weekend.

Con was good. good for business and great to see a bunch of people I haven't seen in a good long while. The bad side? I'm fucking exhausted. Constantly feeling cold and tired right now.

And of course, one of my headhunters came through and found me a new job! One which starts tonight. Argh. Must go to work, and all I want to do right now is fall asleep. Under some really warm blankets.

Oh, and pics of the girlie are available for viewing in plaidbrat's journal right now. I'll repost some here, after I get the daughterling off to daycare.

My wife picked up a personal trainer for me today for about $9.99

Ross evidently has Tony Little 4-pack DVDs on sale right now.

I don't know what it is about that blond-mulleted hyperactive dwarf, but his videos I can work out to. Anything else I've tried, I feel more self conscious or start getting snarky at the people on the video.


In other news, fell asleep while B was out for her nap. Didn't wake up until almost 2. Not good. Rushing to get everything ready for work. Why am I posting now?

WHy do I have the feeling that someone, somewhere, is cooking up an Excel sheet that is nothing more than one gigantic formula that when completed will bring about the end of the world?

So tonight, I'm working on the Oriental Trading Company Catalog.

Not the good one with all the kitschy stuff.

It's the bad one. The "Party Planner" issue. With all the wedding stuff and all the things for oddly themed parties that no-one ever throws.

Anbd some of these things have truly scary pictures. I'm going to have nightmares tonight about octogenerian catalog models wearing red and purple feather boas.