Jobs.

Heard back from US Foods today. They were having problems with my references, since I had listed my current department head as a personal reference. I got that straightened out yesterday, and they've already acted on it. Hooray!! Drug test results got back and are clean (why are you surprised? I've been saying i'm clean for a long time.) so that's taken care of too. All that's left is a D.O.T. physical to prove I can lift 50 pounds and stand for an hour and I'll be on my way. Thank GOD.

The situation at Fox and Hound has worsened significantly. Last Sunday I had a total of 5 drinks over the course of 6 hours. This is in violation of our 4 drink limit for employees, which even the general manager has said he doesn't enforce. I've never seen anyone enforce this, and it isn't really an issue if you don't get wasted, embarrass your co-workers and make an ass of yourself. Enter Tori Hale, hostess manager, the low one on the totem pole, desperate to make a stand in our temporary power vacuum. So what happens? I'm written up (for the first and LAST time), suspended for one night and told I can't drink at Fox and Hound for a month. Oh, damn.

The whole thing has left a bad taste in my mouth. The punishment was a slap on the wrist, so big deal, but what irks me is that these rules only apply when someone is pissy. They're here one day and gone the next, and the hypocrisy is driving me MAD!
So i've turned rat. I told my managers that I have no problem with the punishment, but these things have to be fair, and that I would be doing my part to insure that. So I'm now a tattle tale, and I couldn't be happier about it. Nobody's breaking a single rule during my shifts without paying for it, no-sir.

Hmm. Bastards. That bridge is gonna burn.

Graceland....

For some reason I woke up today with perhaps the strangest waking craving ever. I usually act on these things pretty quickly, and this was no exception, and I must say I recommend this one for everyone if you have the means. First thing in the morning (or afternoon, if you're one of us) before caffeine, before even talking to anyone, before you rub your eyes-get on ITunes, or whatever service you use if you have to, and download this song if you don't have it. If you do already have it, then dig out the CD, pop it in, and get ready to bob your head and smile a lot.

"You Can Call Me Al," by Paul Simon.

For that matter, I just realized the experience could have been even better. I could've Youtubed it and watched the video. Oh well.

summer fun.

I'm in love with the Transformers movie. It's the best piece of summer shit you'll ever see, and in that vein, i give you this:



Yeah, yeah. I know. This is quickly becoming a "youtube through the eyes of this guy we don't like that much but can't help visiting his blog" kind of thing. I'll write something important soon, i promise.