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[Nov. 16th, 2009|07:12 am] |
Mav came over this morning and gave me a steroid injection and an antibiotic injection. She says I need to take two days off due to being a menace to society. Fucking Sonic... I bet I got this from dealing with all those people and their nasty money. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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| Funny bits from tonight's show... |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
The MC of the troupe, Donny Vomit, pointed out that Go Go Amy was a vegetarian. "Any vegetarians in the house?"
*dead silence*
"Well, so much for my vegetarian jokes."
Yeah, gotta love the Deep South. :) Even it the HIPPEST of crowds, we're still pretty much carnivores.
Another funny bit was when Heather Holliday did her sword swallowing act and there was something... dripping... from the end of the sword when she pulled it out. Ewww! |
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| Bad day |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|11:01 pm] |
Been sick all day.
Creeped out of the house wearing my turquoise blazer and tie, our league colors. Went to help with the burlesque show that we were hosting as a fundraiser, but there was not much for me to do. Had some food at the restaurant, but it was overpriced and not very good, but at least it went towards. The house appeared to be close enough to packed. I hope we actually made some money.
It was fun watching pretty ladies taking off their costumes, doing little vaudeville acts and such. But it just made me feel sad and lonely and depressed, and I wasn't feeling good anyway, so I bailed out of there before the intermission even, because I didn't want to be a wet blanket. If the general public was going to see a Roller Vixen, they needed to see a bright and happy Roller Vixen, not a sad and ill one. |
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| Good day. |
[Nov. 14th, 2009|10:21 pm] |
Today ends Sonic Experiment Week Three. Last night I made $13.82 in tips on $158.17 in cash sales, and tonight I made a whopping $28.16 on cash sales of $196.64. That's 14.3 percent, which is respectable for a REAL restaurant, let alone a drive-in burger joint such as Sonic. Normally I run about 9 percent or so.
Still, even as good a night as I had working four hours at Sonic, I make about that much in one hour at my day job.
But this is money which is absolutely not earmarked for ANYTHING. I can do whatever absolutely crazy thing I want to with my ill-gotten gains. So far I'm just putting it into an envelope (and ziplock baggies full of sorted coinage) until I get around to putting it into a bank... I might use a seperate account from my regular checking account, so I don't commingle my Respectable Money with my Mad Money
I also took Mom to go see the disaster movie "2012". Ah, disaster porn. :) I loves me some disaster movies. I really liked the crazed conspiracy theorist dude who lived in his RV. :)
I tried to get an oil change today, but the line was too long. Yes, I can change my own oil, but I really REALLY don't feel like it. Although, if I did it myself, I suppose I could transfer 20 bucks into my Mad Money account... Did you know that in the heyday of American Automobiling, people would build their houses with service pits in their garage? Now, you can buy a cheap Chinese hydraulic lift that will fit in your garage for just a couple of grand.
In less good news, I am feeling depressed as all hell. My birthday is coming up. My love life is DOA. I also feel like I might be coming down with something... the last time I felt like this was when I had Mono in college, over ten years ago (scratchy throat, sore all over, weak (but not so weak I can't skate!), and soaking my sheets with sweat during the night).
Tomorrow is my roller derby league's fundraiser. We have invited a burlesque troupe called Pretty Things Peepshow to perform at a local restaurant called The Auditorium (built out of a converted school auditorium appropriately enough). Tomorrow night at 8PM, tickets 15 dollars at the door, bring underwear as a donation for homeless shelters or some such, but my league is getting a portion of the door fee as a fundraiser for the league.
Ok. I go bed now. |
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| Hooray, promotion came through! |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|08:40 am] |
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I am now making an extra five grand a year. :) And if I stay at Sonic, that'll be an extra ten grand a year. Please $Deity, let there be no disasters. I can FINALLY get ahead now. |
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| Home from Sonic. |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:51 pm] |
I made 15 dollars in tips after 221 in sales. And I stayed an hour later than I was scheduled.
I'm going to bed. |
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| Bleagh. |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|10:05 pm] |
My MOM is getting more action than I am.
Seriously, she's chatting away with some old guy she met over the Internet. They're going to visit some time here in the near future.
Jok is home from the hospital. The diagnosis is apparently "nearly fucking died, not otherwise specified."
Ben is out of ICU after a week, and is breathing on his own, and responding to questions, although he has lots of neuromotor deficits and has lots of trouble talking. But I feared the worst there. He's still very messed up, but is much better off than I was afraid. |
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| Thank you, Veterans. |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|10:02 pm] |
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Wednesday is Veterans Day. Applebees is giving a free meal to all vets and Active Duty military personnel tomorrow. |
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| What the hell??? Crazy dream. |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|08:06 am] |
Remind me never to commit any murders. I dreamed I was in some kind of plot out of a John Hughes road trip/teen movie.
I bought the blanket we used to wrap up the body with at the gift shop of the place we murdered the victim at... using my credit card. I've got the receipt. We realize that this screws all of us, and one of the other guys gets the bright idea of just throwing away the evidence in the garbage can on the way out of the Visitor Center. Except it wasn't a trash can, it was a US Mail box!
I know due to dream logic that the victim wasn't really dead, and that everything worked out using movie logic in the end, but still. |
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| Congrats, Gneech |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|08:10 am] |
On your run of your comic strip, Suburban Jungle. I've read your comic strip since the beginning. 10 years ago, I was still in undergrad. I've watched your characters and your artwork develop over that time, while both you and I experienced a LOT of living.
Your strip has meant a lot to many people. Thank you for ten years (counting hiatii) of stories. Good luck with your future endeavors, whatever they may be. |
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| Sonic Experiment, Week Two |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
I skipped Thursday and Friday nights so I could study for the Ethics Bar.
I made $24.81 in tips on sales of $256 dollars even (255.98 but whose counting). $11.81 of those tips were in the form of coins. This is in line with the tip rate I've been getting, around 8 or 9 percent of sales. I did this in about four and a half hours... or about 1 hour of my day job. I got my first "paycheck" today also. These kids get paid twice a month. I was glad to see that they added an adjustment to bring me up to minimum wage for the hours I worked, so I got a check for 42 bucks and change. It sure as hell ain't much, but it adds up over time, and it's not like I'm doing anything else on a Saturday night.
I wasn't doing anything tonight anyway. |
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| Done with test, MORE loved ones in the hospital... |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|11:55 am] |
Good grief, what is going on???
Ben, my old boss when I worked as an electrician's helper while I was in undergrad at Ole Miss, and who is in many ways like a father/older brother to me, had a planned triple bypass on Wednesday... and an unplanned stroke. He's still unresponsive. FUCK!
He would be tickled to hear that I offered up a prayer to the god in whom I do not believe that he be okay.
In less important news, I took the Multistate Professional Responsibility Exam, or "Ethics Bar" as we call it today at the law school. The Jackson State University marching band, the aptly named "Sonic Boom" were having a parade one block over. It was very distracting. On the way home, I stopped at Wendy's for a burger but their computer was down so they couldn't take orders. So I went down the street to Back Yard Burgers where they apparently couldn't find their ass with both hands, and it took them 15 minutes to give me my carryout order (burger, plain w/ mayo mustard and cheese).
But all in all those are minor annoyances. I'm much more concerned about my friend Ben. This is a guy with whom I have bled, sweated, and shed tears. |
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| Update... |
[Nov. 6th, 2009|07:21 pm] |
Jok continues to improve, and is now up to a liquid diet. Apparently she's a train wreck. Still no word on what the problem is. Other than poor diet and lack of exercise of course, and years of smoking.
Tomorrow is the Ethics Bar. Hooray. Have studies for it, am still studying for it... I will go to bed early, dammit. I will pass it this time. I was an idiot for not studying for it last time, but this time I've actually put forth effort.
One more challenge. |
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| Older sister still in hospital... |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
Still no diagnoses, but they're treating her symptoms, which is what you do, I guess. She sounded okay on the phone when I spoke with her.
Took a half day off work today and went to the Law School to study for the Ethics Bar. Today was First Wednesday, a free luncheon we do once a month for alumni of the law school. I sat next to Placement Lady.
Came home, studied some more. Watched the new "V". It's interesting to see a new take on it. It's notable that the people in the show are not "genre blind", they've grown up with alien invasion movies, so there should be some pretty healthy skepticism about these impossibly attractive, impossibly human-looking Visitors.
Back to studying. |
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| update |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:52 pm] |
Older sister not dead yet. No diagnoses or test results, but breathing treatment seems to be working well.
Went after work and had some sushi. At last. |
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| Gah. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|11:13 pm] |
Ok, so, first Maverick was in the hospital with viral meningitis. Then Mom got taken to the ER with some kind of blood pressure problem secondary to IBS. Now older sister Jokamo is in the hospital, something about not being able to breathe? Mav and Mom have gone down to H'burg to check on her. I got a call a few minutes ago, Jok's getting a CT scan.
I'm rattling around in the house all alone. Mom even took the DOG with her. What the hell?
I went to derby practice tonight. I wanted sushi, but every place was closed. I still have yet to get any. I could have gone out today and gotten some. BUt I didn't.
I went to the Books A Million and looked for a book on Flash, but found nothing.
I ate a sonic-burger. Couldn't get an employee discount, because it wasn't my store and I hadn't worked THAT DAY. Man, how lame is that.
I hereby pronounce the day OVER. It SUCKED. |
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| Ugh. |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|08:50 am] |
Did not have a good day yesterday. Bad case of the Sundays. I am taking a Mental Health Day.
I am going back to bed, will sleep till noon, then will go eat some sushi (which I *still* have not managed to get!) and then go to the library and study for the upcoming Ethics test this Saturday. |
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| Sonic Experiment Day Three: I made $14.88 in tips tonight in about 3 hours of carhopping. |
[Oct. 31st, 2009|11:18 pm] |
I spent the first hour sweeping the parking lot, emptying the trash, and carrying the "courtesy tray" (a tray of nakpins, condiments, and mints). Carhops generally do not like doing the courtesy tray because most of our customers treat the drive-in like a drive through. That is, they are either waiting to order, (in which case they don't need anything), have ordered but are waiting for their food (and still don't need anything), or have got their food and LEFT. Only a few people actually stick around to eat in their cars. So most carhops think it's a waste of time to even bother with the courtesy tray.
My PRESENCE there is a waste of my time, technically, so it's fine with me if I waste it skating around with that stupid courtesy tray.
Time was, there were no drive through restaurants. All burger joints were actual restaurants, although of a fast-food variety. Then came the drive-in, which were a big deal in the 50s and 60s. Now all fast food chains have drivethrough windows. Some places, like the Krystals down the road, are nothing BUT a drive through, with no dining room at all. Sonic may be clinging to an archaic business model, or our culture has changed. Or both.
I miss the trays that they would hang on your driver window.
We had a fire tonight. It was hilarious. A bag of food was too near (I'm guessing) a heat lamp and it burst into flame. The young ladies panicked, the other guys carhopping with me burst into laughter, and the manager and to beat the fire out.
We had a couple of trick or treaters come by. The manager gave them toys from our "Wacky Pack" box.
I showed one of the guys how to T-stop. The manager was asking me about the skates. I took a look at the skates they had bought. ATTENTION MAGNOLIA ROLLER VIXENS!!!, someone is ripping Sonic OFF. Seriously. They're paying a hundred dollars for nylon boots that can't be changed, single-action trucks (or even solid-plate Cobras!!!) and these narrow-ass wheels (3/4 or less of my wheel width) that feel like solid rubber. The trucks were tight as hell, also. The manager guy was worried about the way the toestops were being eaten through in a VERY short period of time. Also, the way the toes of the boots were being shredded. I told him that his carhops were not T-stopping, tomohawk stopping, or snowplowing. I had observed them relying solely upon dragging their toestop or the toe of their boot itself to kill their forward velocity. The answer of course is to teach them how to T-stop at the very least, and the skates are junk. And buy toeguards.
Sonic wheels: 85A 62mm x 32mm
My wheels: 93A 62mm x 44mm. (half again as wide and MUCH MUCH harder)
Maybe my roller derby league could offer training, for a price. It would pay for itself in less wear and tear on the gear, and less workers comp claims. |
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