Month: June 2004

So I’m out fishing today and I know I’ve bitched about this before but it happened again. We’re out fishing and all of the sudden there are a shitload of people around us. There was a grandpa and his grandson (a fucking four year old grandson) and then some Mexican lady who had a pole but wasn’t exactly fishing. No idea what was going on there. Then there was some guy that was down there on his bike… and they were all like within 5 feet of us; if not closer. I eventually got pissed off enough to just go for a walk down the shore and try other places. It’s like hey fuckers, we were there first and there is plenty of places to try and fish you rat bastards. So I stroll down the shore and I’m casting here and there. Of course nothing big is biting but it’s not bad catching the small ones either. It’s like going to the titty bar; they’re nothing you’d want to take home but they’re fun to play with.

Shit, only one day left and then June is over with and July starts. Good thing July starts tomorrow otherwise we’d all be confused. Um, it’s not June but July isn’t here yet… damn, do I still have to work? Anyway there is only one day left for me to work too. I haven’t had a day off since last Tuesday the 22nd. It has been one hell of a pain in the ass week too. I was supposed to work today until 1 but I didn’t get out of there until 2, meaning that I will have to cut an hour off of there tomorrow. Damn, guess I won’t be able to work until 5 tomorrow, I’ll have to cut out an hour early; and right before my big 4 day weekend. Boy do I hate when that happens; but what can I do?

I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to do this weekend. I do know that Friday I will be watching Spiderman 2, but beyond that I’m not too clear yet. I’ve had a few invitations to do some stuff, but I’m not sure if I really want to. I would really like to just stay home and be left the fuck alone although no one can really grasp that concept I guess.

It’s possible that the longer I go without a day off the more irritated I get; then again maybe everyone out there is a stupid fucker too. I’m driving around tonight and I see this little skinny fucking kid. I say kid because he was too young to drive and he was too old to be in diapers, so somewhere in between there. Anyway, I see this skinny fucking kid walking down Main Street without a shirt on and his underwear sticking at least three inches over the top of his pants. What the fuck is that about? I know the rappers are doing it, but guess what Chachi; you’re not a rapper. In fact, you’re not even cool. You’re a little wannabe freak and everyone’s laughing their asses off at you. You suck.

These fuckers that are blowing their fireworks off for the last few days are starting to piss me off too. It’s not even July yet you retards. Oooh, look, we’ve got all these explosives laying around and the 4th is still a week away. Let’s blow some shit up tonight. Yeah, let’s blow shit up while the rest of the neighborhood is trying to sleep. There’s a really good idea; wake up and piss off the tired cranky people of the neighborhood. It’s time for those of us who actually fucking work for a living and therefore need the sleep to rise up and take these no job firework blowing off motherfuckers out. You wanna play with bottle rockets, let’s see how you like one shoved up your ass. If the cops are going to show up, might as well make it worth their while.

Had a lady in the store yesterday wanting to return a blood pressure kit. Did she have a receipt you ask? Of course she didn’t. Why would she keep a receipt for something she paid $50 for? The guy returning the dishtowel had his receipt, but then again, he also had a brain. So to make a long story short; lady doesn’t get her money back and instead gets pissed off. Too bad, how sad; fuck her.

You know I’ve always known the company I work for had an intellect somewhere near the capacity of a retarded person, but recently they’ve shown me that with time you can even make Jessica Simpson look intelligent.

Ok, quick briefing in Wisconsin here. Private label aside, we have 3 brands of potato chips in our market. Frito Lay, which is the leader of course. Old Dutch which is the strong second and Barrel of Fun which is the distant third. I say distant third because I don’t want to make it sound bad by saying the only reason they are third is because there is no fourth; too late, I just did. Anyway my company decided that they would take a lucrative offer from Barrel of Fun folks and give them space in the store and remove the Old Dutch product. So we dropped the number two product from our store and put in the number three. Dropped number two as in don’t even sell it anymore. I could see if it was something that people never bought but we sold a shitload of it. Anyone I know that eats potato chips hates the BOF chips because they are horrible. If you were on Fear Factor and had to choose between the cow spleen and the BOF chips; well you’d probably eat the chips but you’d take a few seconds to make up your mind. That’s all I’m saying. The other part of this is the service level. These BOF people were not in our store for a reason. Much like their product, they sucked. The reps wouldn’t show up for a few weeks on end and they would always let the outdates pile up. They always had a shitload of outdates because they never sold the shit. They had close to a 50% return because their sales in our store were so low. Old Dutch never had that high of a stale rate, neither does Frito Lay. Why? Because their product doesn’t suck, and the people running the routes don’t suck… unlike BOF & my company.

When I got home last night there were some dark clouds hanging around so as usual I went and checked out the Weather Channel. According to them we were under a thunderstorm watch but everything that was heading our way looked like plain old rain. I turned on my computer then and kind of tracked it on weather.com and it was actually hitting southern Wisconsin instead of up north here where I am. One place that got hit rather hard was the Jellystone Park in Warrens Wisconsin. Shit, I’ve actually stayed in that park before a couple years ago on Labor Day weekend. I even blogged about it because when I was there we had a hell of a hail storm. September 3, 2002 was the day that wonderful shit like that went down. In fact, we were going to stay in Jellystone this past weekend but opted for the Dells instead. On the way back home from the Dells we got off of 94 and checked out the Jellystone park to see the progress of all the construction they are working on and to see if we would come back and camp there some other day. I wonder how long before they are back in business 100%. They said 70% of their new construction was damaged in some way.

Had I went to Warrens instead of the Dells this weekend my face probably wouldn’t be peeling so badly now. I got so burned in the Dells as I mentioned before, then Monday my face turned a nice golden brown and I thought “damn, got by easy on that one”. Now my face has decided to peel off in pieces making me look like some lame horror movie character from a cheesy 80’s B movie.

Hey, the good news is I only have seven more days left until I get another fucking day off. I can swing it I’m sure. I do however feel a slight illness setting up that may affect me on Monday afternoon. I think it’s called work fucking sucks-itis. Actually since I am off Friday/Saturday/Sunday/Monday over the 4th of July weekend I would be better suited to get my ill feelings on Thursday afternoon so I could get away even quicker. They will forget all about that shit come the following Tuesday when I get back to work. Now to go off and practice my sick voice and look.

I have been going fishing with my uncle the last week or so. I’m not an avid fisherman but I do enjoy it from time to time. I usually just fish for the bluegill or crappie or sunfish; the occassional confused bass that happens to take it.

I am not sure if fishing etiquite has changed or not but from what I remember of fishing in my youth it sure has. Today there were three boys fishing at the lake down the shore. They had huge lures; one most likely for muskie which there was no way in hell they were going to catch from where they were fishing. So they keep throwing the lures in and shit, slowly inching closer and closer to us. Now where we are fishing is in no way a secluded area. There are miles of open shoreline on this lake, with the only off limit spots where there are homes. We were probably somewhere in the middle of about a 2 or 3 mile stretch of open area; myself, my uncle and these three boys. Nonetheless they keep getting closer and closer. Soon they are roughly four feet from us, throwing their lines in amongst ours. We were using worms and bobbers and were catching some pan fish. Then one of them goes in between my uncle and me and starts casting. In between us, which we were only about five feet apart. Now since we are catching fish and this kid between us isn’t, he suddenly wants to use our worms. He keeps asking if he could use a worm. Finally my uncle told him no and he went away.

What the hell is the deal with that anyway? When I used to fish all the time I had respect for other people. These kids were not 5 year olds, they were at least 13. I never would have done that as a kid. Let me repeat that… I would HAVE NEVER done that as a kid; nor as an adult either. Kids seem to piss me off more and more lately. They are just lucky one of them fuckers didn’t end up going for an impromtu swim.

What a weekend. I do enjoy my three day weekends when I get them, but the hell of working 8 or 9 days in a row to get them really sucks. I went to Wisconsin Dells this weekend and got one hell of a sunburn on my face and neck. That isn’t what I went down there for, just happened to be a side effect. I went down there Friday and stayed overnight and was also there during the day on Saturday at Family Land Waterpark. Apparently when you apply sunscreen at a waterpark it um, washes off. I did not know this at the time I was walking around the park baking in the hot sun. I did realize it soon after on the car trip home when the breeze moved some of my hair and it really fucking hurt. I guess you could have called me a lobster because I was that red.
Went to a drive in movie down in the Dells. It was a double feature and we saw Garfield and the new Harry Potter movie. I’m not too into Harry Potter and this was actually the first Potter movie I had ever seen (at least the parts I didn’t sleep though). Of course I fell asleep, the damn movies got done somewhere around 1:30a.m. Garfield on the other hand was pretty good. Of course I used to be a big big Garfield fan when I was younger so I’m sure I’m a little biased. My next movie I want to see is going to be Spiderman 2. Only 9 days left to go on that one.

My VCR broke about a month ago and I have yet to replace it. It’s probably something I should replace but the only time I really ever use it is so I can record my South Park episodes; meaning I have to buy a new one before October… unless I get a DVD R or a TIVO. Hmmm, options are plentiful. Of course the price of those vs. a VCR at $45 makes me opt for the technology of yesteryear. Hey, at least it isn’t a betamax.

Hey, a mini vacation coming up for me. I am off on Friday this week and of course the weekend. Still not sure what I’m doing, but I don’t think I’m going to be sticking around here. I get to work Monday then, get Tuesday off and then my new hell week starts. I work Wednesday to Wednesday in the office which means a whole week of starting at 6:45 then I work Thursday in my own department. The payoff is that over the 4th of July I will be off Friday through Monday. That’s hella sweet if you ask me. A four day weekend and I don’t even have to waste any vacation hours on it. I still have two weeks of vacation I can use but I’m still trying to figure out where the hell to go this year.

I bought my second CD in a month yesterday. I bought Everlast’s CD White Trash Beautiful in the end of May, which is still in heavy rotation on my computer and in my car and yesterday I bought Beastie Boys new CD To the 5 Boroughs. This is their first all hip hop album since the old days of Licensed to Ill and Paul’s Boutique. I have only listened to the album probably two times total, but I can tell it’s already one hell of a work. It’s definately worth the 6 years the fans had to wait to hear the new stuff.

Damn it’s been a busy week. It’s only been five days since I posted last but it seems like forever. It seemed like it stormed every damn day last week, which kept me off the computer quite a bit. Saturday afternoon our power went out for no real reason. There is still no real reason as to why it went out, but from about 4:45 to 7:30 we were out of power. I ended up going fishing since there was nothing going on around here. When the power finally did come on I got on the computer and about 10 minutes later we were under a severe thunderstorm warning and I had to get off of here. I said screw it and went to bed then. It was my weekend to work anyway, so I guess an early bedtime was welcome. Sunday when I got home I got online and my computer tells me I have a trojan. Well that’s fucking wonderful news. So it’s turn off system restore and restart in safe mode and run the Norton. Once that was taken care of I was back in business, but I was pretty tired so I decided to go to bed.

I’ve been spending some time lately trying to get some new material for my page. I don’t have anything solid yet, but I do have a few things started already. No deadlines or anything, I’m just trying to take my time so I can get some solid stuff put out onto my site and hopefully breathe some new life into the page. You can only live on bitching about Wal Mart for so long. Besides, some people seem to get pissy when you bitch about Wal Mart. At least the little pussy cart boys that work there.

I’ve been working in a grocery store for over 10 years now; my current job a little over 8. When you work in places like that the first thing you notice is that there are some stupid ass customers out there. The second thing that you notice is that there are some weird ass products out there as well. Either the product is fucked up or the marketing behind the product is fucked up.
Case in point. I saw this on a Jack’s Naturally Rising Pizza; it’s probably on all frozen pizzas, I just didn’t look. There is a little starburst on them that says “good source of calcium”. What the fuck is so good about it? It’s pizza, it’s definitely not health food we’re talking about here. I like pizza but come on now, let’s get a little serious here. Pizza a good source of calcium? That’s like saying cigarettes are a good source of menthol. Hey, 100 proof liquor; good source of grain. See where I’m going here? If you are eating the pizza I’m sure the farthest thing from your mind is whoa, there’s calcium in here. Pizza, does a body good. Just think, you could eat a whole pizza every night for your calcium supplement and then hope it makes your bones stronger to hold up your new large pizza filled ass.

The second thing I’ve noticed was in my own department. Playtex Beyond. Beyond what? I don’t know much about tampons but I don’t think they can go much more beyond where they go now. This almost sounds like a bad movie sequel to me.

In 2000 Playtex set out to rid the world of ruined pants and heavy flows. After receiving many close calls and being badly beaten Playtex returned to the secret hideout and has underwent many improvements. Today Playtex is stronger, wiser and more absorbent than ever… See Playtex Beyond. Opening in theaters everywhere Friday.

Yeah, so I shouldn’t sit home alone when the power goes out, I know. Yeah, power went out last night after the wonderful holy shit electrical storm we had. Monday and Tuesday it was so damn hot and humid out that you could hardly stand it. Today it is so fucking cold; you can hardly stand it.

In case there was ever any doubt, the quiz proves it. I am Cartman.

Why, cuz I’m hella cool that’s why. Anyway to see which South Park boy (sorry girls) go on over to the South Park Chat site and find the test.

Here is a direct link to the test. Click Here for the test.

Gee, I have so many people I want to thank for me getting this prestigious prize. On second thought, screw you guys, I’m going home.

Hey, it’s starting out to be a nice weekend. I’ll leave it at that and not jinx it. Unfortunately for a nice weekend I don’t have a whole hell of a lot planned. I have no plans to golf or fish yet. Yet is the key word because I’m only a phone call away from all of that. I do need to go get my oil changed in my car. That is one of the things that I seem to ignore. Well, maybe not ignore, I just extend my 3000 miles between changes into the area of 5000 miles or so. No big deal I suppose. The oil is there and I’ve never had them change it and go…”Holy shit, you’re lucky your car didn’t burst into flames or something.” So, that is my big weekend plans, pretty sad huh?

Holy shit, when did this happen? Why was I not notified about this shit? I could have sworn it was May just a couple days ago. Damn time flies when you’re having fun. I wonder what’s making it fly now then? Anyway, it’s June and I guess there is nothing that I can do about it. Probably the reason I didn’t realize that it was June was because the weather out there makes me think we are still stuck in April. You know, rainy wet and cold. Just like a bad blind date.

The good news is that tomorrow is my Friday. Friday will be a second Friday then I will have the weekend off as well. The weatherman has decided to change his rain all fucking weekend forecast to Saturday sucks now. That gives me two days of nice weather and one day of shitty weather which I guess means that I will actually have to go outside and do something on at least one of those days. I mowed lawn tonight so I guess that isn’t going to be on my list this weekend.

I’m sick of bitching about the weather, so I’m going to bitch about something else. The child custody case for Bridget Marks’ twin daughters. Ok, here is the condensed version of the story. Bridget has an affair with this rich casino guy named John Aylsworth. Affair is the word because John is married. Bridget gets pregnant with twins and John and his wife urge her to get an abortion. She doesn’t and she lives her life and raises twin daughters on her own. Suddenly John and his wife decide they want custody of the girls. Full custody. Somewhere in here she had accused him of molestation on the girls which was found by a judge to not be true. So now the judge in the custody case has ruled that because she dislikes John so much that the children would be better off living with him. What the fuck? Here is an actual quote from the judge.

“Her unbridled anger toward the father and inability to foster the paternal parental relationship make her ill-suited to be the custodial parent,” said the judge. “To leave the children in her custody would expose them to further emotional damage.”

Well, anyone who saw or read about the transfer of custody yesterday knows that the judge’s decision has already caused enough emotional damage for girls as well as the mother. I don’t think I’m the only one that thinks this is an utter bullshit ruling and will hopefully be reversed as quickly as possible.