of an 11 day work week.....
I got a call Friday from my old department to help on the Ultimate Tailgate Party on Saturday afternoon. I, at least pretending to be a class guy, reported and stood around and talked cable, ran a raffle for a Bills Helmet and basically stood around for 6 hours prior to the Housewarming. My earlier duty left me pooped and the party looked great. It was as always great to see everybody in the flesh for however briefly.I was glad to meet (e:chicoschica) and (e:chico) as well as seeing what (e:twisted) actually looks like behind the frames. Hope nobody took my quick departure as anti-social. I had to be back at the stadium today to do my duty with the Bills. I was at Spot for breakfast by 8 and in the lot helping my day job folks set their tent by 9. After watching (e:leetee) and (e:thecarey) torture poor unsuspecting citrus by drowning it in a sea of vodka, I had to laugh this morning, because one of the "business" party I stand guard over had two paid bartenders doing the exact same thing. Our peeps may have missed their calling.
Today's duty had me patrolling a section of concrete that has my knees calling me names. My ankles are egging my knees on in that regard. It was a long day. No Clinton sightings, but I did get a tip from one attendee which felt strange because I've never done much to warrant those. One of my other guests wanted to know if I needed a drink. I mentioned that ice water would be great and she placed a glass of what I thought was ice water out for me. The water was anchored in the glass by a few fingers of vodka. Memo to self: peppermint lifesavers are a good thing to have at your disposal.
I must be getting old, good thing I don't look it........SHADDUP!!
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Greetings from Day 6!09/25/2006 12:39 #29600
Get a fuckin' clue!!Category: rants and ....
I love dogs. It's the owners that sometimes have a knack for pissing me off, as the pets are sometimes more intelligent than their two legged owners. Not a day goes by that I don't see some moron holding a leash that isn't attached to the dog. What is the fuckin point? an alibi for when you do get the ticket? Don't even get me started on the idiots who insist on dragging the poor animals to things like the Elmwood Arts Fest. None of these chuckleheads ever stop to fucking look to see how miserable their four legged family members are.
I write this because my 12 year old was leaving church yesterday on Elmwood. She was catching up to some friends at the former Manhattan Bagel. Coming from the other direction was a sizeable dog and its brainless owner. The dog got caught up in the excitement on the street and knocked my daughter to the ground while said owner was oblivious to the dog's behavior. First words out of the jackass's mouth was "He never does that at home." Like my kid secretly replaced the dog's coffee with Folgers. My lovely child is pretty tough and rather stoical. The moron asked if she was okay and immediately left. No effort to be sincere in conern. No effort to help her get to her into the sandwich shop. My lovely daughter now has a softball size bruise on her thigh and bloodied knee because a idiot was too caught up in the strip versus village debate to pay attention to the behavior of her animal. There is a reason why they tell kids that dogs and other pets are big responsibilities. I wish the adults would have to digest that speech too.
Having found out about this, 8 hours after the fact made me even more frustrated. It pisses me off that somebody is so self-absorbed in being seen on the Village/Strip/Ave that they genuine sink into buffoonery. Walk you dog, but have a fuckin clue.
But having worked the Bills game yesterday, I saw my share of buffoons. More drunken yahoos then you care to shake a stick at. When you work the game, there is a shuttle that takes employees from the far lot around the stadium to where we enter. The path takes the long way around. As the bus pulled around the practice field, there were already two guys so out of it, I doubted they were going to make it in. Once at my post, every third person had a stagger to them, or so it seemed. What a difference a month makes. I busted somebody trying to break into my suites. You'd think a kid would try that, but the moron was almost my age. Gave me great pleasure to run him out. The suite owners sent out a steady supply of drinks in gratitude. It's an interesting people watching fest when the gates open and up to half time, then I'm prone to getting full for it. I couldn't believe the amount of folks who were there to literally make a day out of it. I have to be there by 10 for a 1:00 game and I got to Abbot Road by 9, it still took 45 minutes to climb to the employee lot. Got a high five from the mascot from Takeo Spikes and the Bills mascot for tips.
There is a shuttle to go back, but I never bother with it. After walking a few miles in a small space, the walk back feels good. Walking from the employee gate, through the camper lot, I was stopped to take pictures for two different groups ("Everybody say: Jets Blow!"), a woman I'd never seen before starting running toward me to exchange high fives. While she was charging, I was quickly running through my mental rolodex ("Did I know her? Should I be frightned? Is she empty handed?) Since the answers were no, no and yes. I exchanged greetings and moved on. The Bills Employee tag is fairly well known as I made the turn one tailgator gave the long day look and offered a burger with the trimmings. Dude could cook too. I exchanged pleasantries with he and his party, newly fortified, completed the journey to my car.
Today, my ankles are telling my knees lies about the effects of standing around for six hours, but taking the day off from the world big cable is soothing to my morale. Went for a job interview that I won't take, but it was good practice. I did discover, you walk in Spot with a suit on everybody takes you seriously. They opened a register just for me. I must wear a suit well.
Happy Monday, ya'all
I write this because my 12 year old was leaving church yesterday on Elmwood. She was catching up to some friends at the former Manhattan Bagel. Coming from the other direction was a sizeable dog and its brainless owner. The dog got caught up in the excitement on the street and knocked my daughter to the ground while said owner was oblivious to the dog's behavior. First words out of the jackass's mouth was "He never does that at home." Like my kid secretly replaced the dog's coffee with Folgers. My lovely child is pretty tough and rather stoical. The moron asked if she was okay and immediately left. No effort to be sincere in conern. No effort to help her get to her into the sandwich shop. My lovely daughter now has a softball size bruise on her thigh and bloodied knee because a idiot was too caught up in the strip versus village debate to pay attention to the behavior of her animal. There is a reason why they tell kids that dogs and other pets are big responsibilities. I wish the adults would have to digest that speech too.
Having found out about this, 8 hours after the fact made me even more frustrated. It pisses me off that somebody is so self-absorbed in being seen on the Village/Strip/Ave that they genuine sink into buffoonery. Walk you dog, but have a fuckin clue.
But having worked the Bills game yesterday, I saw my share of buffoons. More drunken yahoos then you care to shake a stick at. When you work the game, there is a shuttle that takes employees from the far lot around the stadium to where we enter. The path takes the long way around. As the bus pulled around the practice field, there were already two guys so out of it, I doubted they were going to make it in. Once at my post, every third person had a stagger to them, or so it seemed. What a difference a month makes. I busted somebody trying to break into my suites. You'd think a kid would try that, but the moron was almost my age. Gave me great pleasure to run him out. The suite owners sent out a steady supply of drinks in gratitude. It's an interesting people watching fest when the gates open and up to half time, then I'm prone to getting full for it. I couldn't believe the amount of folks who were there to literally make a day out of it. I have to be there by 10 for a 1:00 game and I got to Abbot Road by 9, it still took 45 minutes to climb to the employee lot. Got a high five from the mascot from Takeo Spikes and the Bills mascot for tips.
There is a shuttle to go back, but I never bother with it. After walking a few miles in a small space, the walk back feels good. Walking from the employee gate, through the camper lot, I was stopped to take pictures for two different groups ("Everybody say: Jets Blow!"), a woman I'd never seen before starting running toward me to exchange high fives. While she was charging, I was quickly running through my mental rolodex ("Did I know her? Should I be frightned? Is she empty handed?) Since the answers were no, no and yes. I exchanged greetings and moved on. The Bills Employee tag is fairly well known as I made the turn one tailgator gave the long day look and offered a burger with the trimmings. Dude could cook too. I exchanged pleasantries with he and his party, newly fortified, completed the journey to my car.
Today, my ankles are telling my knees lies about the effects of standing around for six hours, but taking the day off from the world big cable is soothing to my morale. Went for a job interview that I won't take, but it was good practice. I did discover, you walk in Spot with a suit on everybody takes you seriously. They opened a register just for me. I must wear a suit well.
Happy Monday, ya'all
joshua - 09/26/06 08:44
My lord. If somebody did that to my daughter and I saw it, I would have gone absolutely ballistic. You've now inspired me to keep careful watch along Elmwood for some of these dog owners. If I ever see something like that, Mr. or Ms. dog owner is getting a "scottish kiss."
My lord. If somebody did that to my daughter and I saw it, I would have gone absolutely ballistic. You've now inspired me to keep careful watch along Elmwood for some of these dog owners. If I ever see something like that, Mr. or Ms. dog owner is getting a "scottish kiss."
metalpeter - 09/25/06 19:54
I will admit that there are a lot of people who don't know how to walk there dogs. But I must admit I have almost ran into people before on elmwood You see that sexy girl and look at her instead of where you are going, it can be a little distracting some times.
I will admit that there are a lot of people who don't know how to walk there dogs. But I must admit I have almost ran into people before on elmwood You see that sexy girl and look at her instead of where you are going, it can be a little distracting some times.
vincent - 09/25/06 16:12
Although it is always crazy I have to say things have improved over the last 10-15 years. The most striking memories of Bills Games was back during the superbowl years when my homeroom buddy would tell me the adventures of his parents in the endzone passing around Fatties, bottles of Jack and coke.
Remeber the couple that had a ritual of having sex in the upper deck?
Although it is always crazy I have to say things have improved over the last 10-15 years. The most striking memories of Bills Games was back during the superbowl years when my homeroom buddy would tell me the adventures of his parents in the endzone passing around Fatties, bottles of Jack and coke.
Remeber the couple that had a ritual of having sex in the upper deck?
09/23/2006 23:58 #29599
I just fixed my IPOD!!!!Category: gloriosky
Okay, so Saturday night wasn't exciting, but I have a new found sense of accomplishment! Good night and good luck
09/21/2006 23:34 #29597
Cheer up, it's almost FridayCategory: feh!
The sons of bitches didn't pay me for Labor Day. I'm registering for a civil service exam and interviewing for another gig.
Beautiful sweet beer...mmmm, beer.
09/23/2006 23:00 #29598
A work rant!I know, I know, another one. Well, dear reader, deal. Lord knows I've had to. I did a little mental cataloging. The latest agrese error was forgetting my holiday pay. I've joined the chat at times from the glamor of the drive through window a few times. As of Friday, I have to record activities in four different ledger because apparently the four requesters can't seem to share.
I think I did address the trouble with getting benefits put through. The answer from HR (the true palace of sin) came two weeks into TW employ. "he should be able to go online and take care of it." When the fuck was anybody going to say anything?"
The timeclock system is java script which almost every computer has trouble running. Neither I or my boss knew it had to be programmed to record time off. I put in for a day off and made sure it knows I ain't working Monday - as a measure of poetic justice I got an interview with company called Five Point Marketing. I don't know much about them, but I think it would be worth going just to keep my interview b.s. skills sharp.
It was a rough week. Got the my schedule is too full from the woman I was attempting to see. Sigh. Alone again, naturally.........
Ah, well, a day in the semi fresh air tomorrow at the Bills game. Of my 3 employers at the moment, they've been the most interesting to work for late, having the decency of supplying food and drink each time I report.
Seeya at the housewarmin.....
I think I did address the trouble with getting benefits put through. The answer from HR (the true palace of sin) came two weeks into TW employ. "he should be able to go online and take care of it." When the fuck was anybody going to say anything?"
The timeclock system is java script which almost every computer has trouble running. Neither I or my boss knew it had to be programmed to record time off. I put in for a day off and made sure it knows I ain't working Monday - as a measure of poetic justice I got an interview with company called Five Point Marketing. I don't know much about them, but I think it would be worth going just to keep my interview b.s. skills sharp.
It was a rough week. Got the my schedule is too full from the woman I was attempting to see. Sigh. Alone again, naturally.........
Ah, well, a day in the semi fresh air tomorrow at the Bills game. Of my 3 employers at the moment, they've been the most interesting to work for late, having the decency of supplying food and drink each time I report.
Seeya at the housewarmin.....
The great melon masacre! who me?? :) As always, the punch was decidedly evil-- it had already built quite a reputation from the last party. Certainly could not disappoint with this batch! However, (e:Leetee) with a cleaver is a sight-needed a picture of that- the apples were scared to the core. har har
Let me know how to get ahold of you for that coffee. Maybe Tues or Thurs?
I won't deny feeling a bit of guilt over the amount of vodka that was in that jungle juice. You were wise to have mere sips, my good man.