Guten aben meine freunden,
Das ist die letzt Freitag fur jaar 2006.
I hope I said that right. It's been a while since I have had to say anything in German. So forgive me if it's wrong. Feel free to send me the corrections.
I'm chilling with my Hubby at his office chowing down on hot crab Rangoons and General Tso's chicken. This is so not good for me, but it is soooooo yummy.
So we are done for workdays in 2006. Finito, done, bye-bye!!!! This week ended not with a bang, but with a sigh of disbelief and disappointment. The two D's that I love to end a week with by the way.
Work to a new turn for the worst as the Store manager announced at our morning meeting that the store will be going the "re-alignment." Which means we will see who didn't work out over the Holiday season and offer them the opportunity to try new things else where and shorten hours of everyone left. Also, we will move you from the position you have been working at for god knows how long and put you somewhere you have no frigging clue of. So if you have any input, you can submit it, but we probably won't listen because we make more money than you. Yeah, I think that's what "re-alignment" really means. Of course this girls hours were cut by 3 hours a day. There goes my extra spending money and once a quarter car wash at the local gas station car washer-thing-place. At least I get to keep my benefits.
Return heaven. I can understand returning a pair of pants that don't fit, the ugly sweater, the toy that wasn't wanted, etc. I don't understand why people return books. Okay, I guess to get store credit to buy another book they might actually read or whatever. Maybe even when someone gets the wrong character book for their younger kids. Hey, younger kids can't really/ don't really know they are being an assholes because the right character wasn't bought for them. Small kids just don't understand about human error, the effort to get a gift, or the point that the gift represents more than just a gift. Got it. They are excused. But people that return books because it was a book and not something else. Come on. Read. Or at least donate it to the local USO. VFW, Shriner's, Red Cross, homeless shelter, orphanage, retirement home, somewhere. Some people can't afford a book or get to one and would greatly appreciate it. I guess the same could be said about the ugly sweater. That's just a piece of Americana, though. It' s kinda the American way to give someone an ugly sweater. At least the people bringing the returns are a lot nicer than the people who bought the crap.
We are ending week four of our bathroom remodeling. Yep, it still looks the same as week two. The guy was suppose to be over all day today to work on it. He called earlier and said he had to take his son (the kid who is independent of parental supervision because that's what a 15 year old boy should be) to the emergency room. The kid apparently just stopped breathing. I'm think he was trying to commit suicide because he realized he had no choice, but the grow up and look and be like his dad. In that case, totally understandable. So the guy is suppose to be over tomorrow. Fingers crossed, but don't hold your breath.
Tomorrow I also will be getting my eighth tattoo. I don't know what I plan to do with it. I'm hoping when I go in tomorrow, the tat artist will help me crunch on some ideas.
I'm gonna close out with some Buddhism. Also a pic of my tat. Like it? Not the girl, the faerie.
Sillies,
Old friends pass away, new friends appear.
It is just like the days.
An old day passes, a new day arrives.
The important thing is to make it meaningful:
a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.
Tenzin Gyasto (the 14th Dalai Lama)
--TGIF
Lady Yokai
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