Happy Birthday
To me.
Thats right. Today is my birthday.
Happy Birthday to me.
Yay.
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To me.
Thats right. Today is my birthday.
Happy Birthday to me.
Yay.
Well, the Fringe is over and it was another success. I know I havent written anything since July 10th, which I am kind of sorry. But I was busy.
Stories and show reviews will be coming soon.
Keep an eye out for zombies roaming the city streets and trying to drag you into theatres for the next little while. It four short days, IN ONLY FOUR SHORT DAYS...
The Night of the Living Fringe BEGINS!!!! (cue ominus music).
Thats right boys and girls. So yours truly will be absent (and most likely not sober) for the rest of the month.
Behave.
Some quickies:
The Moocher
This guys wanders around the store from about 4 till closing at 6 or so. He always has a paper in his cart and at least two reduced items. We continually have trouble with him hiding items that are a day away from expiring so that he can have us reduce them the next day. He got yelled at by my boss the other day for trying to return some muffins that had expired after he had paid for them. He bought them, took them home and while he owned them, they expired and went moldy. He brought them back and demanded his money back. So my boss took him aside and yelled at him. It was great.
Betty Boop
This lady isnt really crazy or anything, its more of how she dresses and what she shops for. She comes in, late in the day on Thursdays or Fridays and shops for her father. Now you have to picture her. She is of medium hieght, about 60 or 70 years old and she wears Tammy Fae amounts of make up. To make matters worse, she wears these 10 inch high heels with little platforms on soles. She dresses like she is twenty rather then 60. She wears these really short skrits and little tops. (shudder).
Well, those are two that came to mind right away. Maybe I will write more later.
Well, I said I was going to spend an entry talking about all the thoughts on my mind and all the stuff that has happened in the last year. So without further ado...
Work
At the end of June last year I left the longest job I had ever had. For three years I worked for a management consulting firm. I was introduced to the man who hired me by way of my father who had worked with him many years before at a large accounting company. He had met with me only to discuss my resume and how I might improve it and my chances for getting a better job (at the time I was slinging fries at mcdonalds). By the end of our meeting he was so impressed with me that he made me an offer. Come to work for him as his administrative assistant and he would train me and eventually have me doing computer consulting for him and his company. I said I would think about it, but in my mind I had already said yes. I went into this job, very wet behind the ears in the ways of the business world, where the dollar is god. Now, when I started, my duties were: answer the phones, assist my boss in writing letters, answering all emails and managing the office. I was in charge of ordering office equipment and supplies. I was the one who had to be in the office when my boss was out meeting clients. I was the one who made sure those clients who came to our office had what they needed. If you thinking, but doesnt that make you a --- dont even finish that sentance. I knew what I was going to be, but the promises that were made to me (ie, that my computer certifications would be updated, that I would have my own clients, that I would train people, that I would be in charge of buying the office the three new computers we needed, etc etc etc) were incentive enough to do what I needed to.
Three long years went by and none of what was promised to me was given. Stress was beginning to eat away the lining of my stomach and I was getting ulcers at 27. The breaking point was when I thought that I had failed to get into the Fringe Festival as a technician last summer. I went a little stir crazy. I had had enough and was about to kill my boss when the Fringe called and wanted me in. So I left my job for good, rather then take time off. The office job left me bitter and very angry and for most of the last few months, when my financial situtation was at its lowest, it made me very depressed. I beleived that I had wasted my time there, that one man had ruined my life for good. I still believe that to a point. I beleive that my boss then, held me back, kept me in a low place and made sure I didnt leave. I should have tried harder to get out, but the carrot in front of me was always there.
I left the office for the Fringe and worked that. It rejuvinated me and I had a most excellent summer. After the fringe, I had my first real vacation in 3 years. When money ran out, I went looking for work and found The Bay. Working there was something I had wanted since I was old enough to work. I have no regrets about my time there. I met a small handful of excellent people, who if I can help it, will be friends for a long time to come.
Well that was a bit of a ramble and coverd my work life for the last year. I know parts of it are lacking in detail, but you will have to pardon that. Stories From the Stock Boy will continue, so I felt it would just be repeating myself to do so in this entry. Stay tuned, there are lots of stories about Betty and her assistant Tom and James from the meat room.