Wow, it's been a while

It has been forever since I've posted, mostly cause I'm not waiting any more. So I have to figure out what I'll morph this blog into. In the meantime, check out this blog, Confessions of a Part Time Waitress. It's a good read.

Why Wouldn't This Work?

So we are going to spend 800 billion on an economic stimulus. But here's an idea, and I'm only half joking when I propose this...why not give every man, woman and child in the US one million dollars? One caveat would be that any overdue debt would have to be paid off and then the individual would get the balance left. That would be around 300 million dollars, not even a dent in the stimulus package. Spit in the ocean, if you will. Right away, all the money spent for unemployment assistance is gone. The banks would be loving it. The car industry would be saved. All kinds of good things would happen, and for a fraction of the cost of the stimulus bill.

So to you economists out there - why wouldn't this work?

New Link

Can't believe I missed these sites. I've really been a slack blogger lately. Here's a couple sites I found quite entertaining...
Purple Girl and Restaurant Rage.
I'm sure there are more out there that I've overlooked - if so leave me the address in the comments...

Breaking up is hard to do...even if you're breaking up with a job...

And it gets more awkward…
A few days ago, a call comes in from the restaurant. I let it go to voicemail. I check it, fully expecting either the owner or a manager to have left a message saying something like, “Give us a call so we can talk blah blah blah.” But what I get is a message from a hostess saying the owner asked her to call to get my updated address because my W-2 got returned to them. So I’m like what the fuck? I of course called back when the place was closed and left a message that said nothing more than my address.

I feel like I’m in a weird game of poker or something. It’s like neither side wants broach the subject at hand. And of course now I’m left with the only recourse being my continued silence. If only I were more the type to want to confront things head on…alas I’m not. But I should take this opportunity to change that about myself. And I think I will do just that.

Probably tomorrow

Better to Fade Away than to Burn Out?

Ah, how long it has been since my last post. So little has happened because, well, I’m not sure but I don’t think I work at the restaurant anymore. How can I be not sure? Well, here’s the scoop:
Last December, with the holidays fast approaching, I put in my calendar with requested days off. Remember, I hadn’t been working all that much, which was fine, since teaching all day and working at night can be grueling, it’s just the money was nice to have. So, I put in calendar requesting time off around Christmas and New Years. All seemed fine – said my “have a good holiday” to everyone on my last shift before the holidays and went on my merry way.
So come the first week of January, I call for my schedule. The boss and managers aren’t there, so one of the servers looks and says she doesn’t have me down for any hours this week. Not surprising since I had been basically going a full week without hours due to my schedule with my kids and work etcetera. So, next week, no hours. Strange, but I leave a message for the manager and/or owner to give me a call. No call. Next week I call and again am not on the schedule (well, my name was, but no hours). So I leave another message as (now suspiciously) no boss or manager available at the moment I’m calling. No call to me.
So I stopped calling. It’s now getting to be mid-February and I’ve not heard a thing. Now I know I could stop down when I know there has to be a manager/owner there, but I have a hard time doing things like that. Plus, I had been thinking about taking a leave of absence/quitting anyway, and is has been soooooo nice not waiting tables.
But it’s just odd, you know? I didn’t have any incidents occur. No arguments. No fallings out. And the co-owner who runs th front of the house is not one who shirks confrontation. Ever. Never. She actually sometimes goes out of her way to look for it, so the idea that she didn’t call and give me what for and fire me, or call and just tell me the deal is frankly a bit disconcerting. Maybe I had powers of intimidation I heretofore had no knowledge of. This opens a whole new world if true! Ah, we’ll see….

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This has nothing to do with serving, but made me laugh hysterically.
My office mate says, "Hey, check this out. This is the strangest email I've ever gotten."
Normally, I'm like whatever, because this usually means something not very interesting nor very strange.
He continues, "This mail is a reply to an email that was sent to a bunch of us in this reading group. Looks like she meant to hit reply and not reply all."
My interest was piqued indeed, but still I didn't have much hope.
He reads the email, "It says, 'Julie, you do such a great job organizing these things thanks for your hard work.'"
So far so yawn.
"But the next paragraph says, 'This might sound crazy, but we really want to have another baby. We'll have to go the surrogate route. I was hoping my sister would do it, but she doesn't want to. She hasn't had a baby yet and isn't sure if she wants to. We might find a surrogate through word of mouth. Dan doesn't want a lot of people to know about our plans though. I wonder if the church would have some kind of way for us to advertise...'"

I imagine Dan somewhere yelling "WHAT THE FUCK!" when he finds out about this email that was sent to oh, fifty or so people!

Intriguing

I stumbled upon this blog recently...although there are only a couple posts, I hope it continues...very intriguing...