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Monday, 21/02/2005
The Golden Arches' Flag Is At Half-Mast...
Mood:
 spacey
This post isn't really a gripe, but more of an update. I noticed within seconds of grabbing the local section of yesterday's paper that, off in the side column, there was a small story on a fatal car accident early Saturday morning. The body found in the car, that was standing upright against a tree, was that of my former boss, the owner of the twelve area McDonald's locations. Now, I never really liked the man much, but you tend to feel a little bad when the man who signed more than a year's worth of your paychecks is suddenly dead. My first thought, cold as it sounds, was I wonder if he was wearing socks. The running joke around the store was that the man had millions, but couldn't afford a pair of socks. We never saw him wearing socks. He was always dressed like he was at a country club, dress slacks, dress shirt, expensive loafers, and as much bling as a 60 year old man could get away with wearing, but he never wore socks.
It will be interesting to see what happens from here. He only had one child, a son, and his ex wife surely won't be included as a beneficiary. His son has apparently expressed his lack of interest in the company, so he will most likely sell. This is going to be a little hard for some of the store managers to swallow. Why? Because I doubt very much that they will be able to get away with the shit they pull under a new owner. A new owner is not going to be wrapped around anyone's finger. Sorry, no more bribing employees to incriminate each other, or pocketing money awarded to the STORE for accomplishments. If the new owner of the location I worked at most recently happens to be a female, the store manager there is screwed because she won't be able to win over a female owner the way I'm sure she did with the late owner. You know what they say, it's not who you know....
Maybe the new owner will be more intelligent. It's not smart to have a store that everyone knows makes thousands of dollars a day without installing some kind of alarm or video monitoring system. These stores get left every night with only the locks on the doors to protect the money and equipment. How hard is it for someone to break the rear drive-thru window and climb in? Not hard! From there, all the have to do is go out the back door with whatever they want. Nobody would be able to see the safe area from the windows to know that somebody was in there trying to break into it or take it. And NO, I am in no way supporting burglary, or stealing in any other way for that matter. If you decide to rob McDonald's, that's on you, keep me the f*ck out of it! The idea here is to make a point, the point that if you want to protect your investment, install security equipment...or arm all of your employees with 9mm's and keep a few AK47's behind the counter and in drive-thru areas. Rob McDonald's now, motherf*cker!
The only question remaining in my mind...What happened to the rich man's dog that he took EVERYWHERE with him?
Green Eyez Bitched Again
at 11:05 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 21/02/2005 11:08 PM EST
Sunday, 13/02/2005
No Gripe Today, Just The Introduction...
Mood:
 happy
Now Playing: "Stitches" by Orgy
For those of you who came here without ever reading my first blog, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Meg. I am 20 years old and live in Upstate, NY. I've been married just since September of '04, but have been with my husband since I was 16. I work as a shift manager for a convenience store chain owned by a large supermarket chain. I usually work anywhere from 10.5 to 11.5 hours per day, and it is not easy work. I come home sore and exhausted every night. I don't have any kids yet, but we're working on it! I was pregnant back in June of '04, but it was an ectopic pregnancy and there was no chance of it working. I would have just had my baby or been ready to pop right now. That was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to endure. Maybe it wouldn't have been so hard if I hadn't already been dealing with so much emotionally. That April, my uncle had passed away very unexpectedly due to complications from an elective heart surgery that had previously held a 100% success rate. What made it harder was that I had known four days before the surgery that he wouldn't make it, don't ask me how. My husband thinks I'm nuts, but he has good reason. I have an uncanny way of predicting things. Usually it's something small and irrelevant, but in that case it was huge. The reason it was so hard was because I never said anything to my family about my premonition, not until after he was gone. You're probably wondering why, as most would. My uncle would have laughed it off, possibly even gotten angry with me for being negative. It wouldn't have mattered, and I knew that. What I didn't know was how I would tell him if I had decided to. How do you tell someone you love dearly that they're going to die within the week? Most of what I've had to deal with was the guilt of not saying anything. I know he's ok and in a better place and I know I will see him again, it's just very difficult to look in the mirror sometimes knowing that I had the chance to try to save him, but I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I miss him terribly every day. I even have some anger issues because of how unfair his death was. He spent his life risking it to save strangers, he was a true hero. It wasn't just a job, it was his calling. Without that surgery, he would never be able to return to work, unless he worked at a desk. Deep down, I know I wouldn't have made a difference, accept my family would have been dumbfounded and a little freaked out, with the acception of my grandmother who would have been amazed.
I come from a very strange family. I know most people think the same of their families, but I am definitely justified in saying so, trust me. I'm not sure how many of you have heard of the famous psychic Sylvia Browne, but she is a very important part of my religion, as well as my grandmother's. I am practically obsessed with the paranormal and psychic abilities. I would love nothing more than to posess telekinetic, telepathic, and psychic abilities. I have some of the psychic abilities, but only occasionally and, like I said, it's usually nothing major. It usually comes in the form of knowing I'm going to run into someone I haven't seen in awhile because I suddenly start thinking about that person for no apparent reason. And I'm not talking about friends or family, I mean people I just know from school or here and there, acquaintances. Sometimes it's knowing a car in front of me is going to turn suddenly without signaling, or knowing where there will be a cop watching for speeders a mile or two away, or deer. One time it was black ice on the highway, had I not said something, my husband would have hit it at 60mph. He mumbled something about that being an easy guess due to the cold, wet weather. Like I said before, he thinks I'm nuts. As I was saying about my family, we are quite strange. You wouldn't know it just meeting us, we appear totally normal. But a normal conversation between my grandmother and I usually consists of talk of psychics, spirits, astral travel (traveling out of body while you sleep), and dark entities. No, we are not witches, we do not practice any type of witchcraft or "magic". I don't believe in magic as people commonly interpret it, I believe we all have the ability to manipulate our environment to an extent and make things happen for us, this is just using your energy. Everyone is made up of energy. If you don't believe in any of what I'm talking about here, that's fine. Everyone has their own beliefs about things, and I don't try to push my beliefs on others, I just ask for the courtesy of not being criticized because my beliefs are different. And no, I will not constantly talk about my beliefs and the paranormal. What I did talk about was more for some background information. I am, for the most part, a normal 20 year old with a normal life, friends, and family values. I promise not to ramble on with my "crazy bullshit", as my husband so nicely puts it.
Primarily, this blog is a place for me to gripe about life in general, work, family, friends, and, or course, my husband. I like to include him in everything! Trust me, I have a lot to complain about, but I can usually be comical about it. So, it's not like I'm just here to bitch, I hope someone will find humor in my frustration. Most often, you will find me bitching about stupid people or bad drivers. I don't drive yet, for my own reasons, but I already have road rage. Don't get me wrong, I would never be an aggressive driver, that's my husband. I bitch about his driving more than anyone else's, today I almost made him let me out so I could walk. I'll probably complain about him a lot, too. I mean, how many people do you know that are in marriage counseling within six months of getting married? But no, my marriage is not actually in trouble. We get on each other's nerves because we're both really stubborn, neither of us is considering splitting up. And, get this, the marriage counseling was his idea! Imagine my surprise when he came to me and told me he had arranged everything when I had thought about it before, but was afraid to mention it. I really didn't think he would ever even agree to it, let alone set it up himself. Anyway, there will always be a topic for me to bitch about, so keep checking back! Also, all comments and suggestions are welcome.
Green Eyez Bitched Again
at 7:14 PM EST
Saturday, 12/02/2005
Green Eyez Bitched Again
at 12:01 AM EST
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