Recently...

A very good friend of mine (D) who has read my blog has told me to get a new job. He's afraid for my sanity. But without said job, my blog would be even more pathetic than it currently is...

Drunkish Guy at Bar: Hey, you gotta smoke I can have?
Me (reading newspaper):, Er, no.
DGaB: Whass yer name?
Me: Adrienne
DGaB: Oh, so you're Italian.
Me: Uh, what? No. The name is French and I'm German.
DGaB: No, you have to be Italian. Duh.
Me: Um. Okay. WHY?
DGaB: DIDN'T YOU SEE ROCKY? THE MOVIE? YO---------------AAADDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Me: No, the name is French.
DGaB: Hey, I'm gonna go get some smokes, then I'm coming back here. You gonna be here? Can I take you out sometime?
Me: Um, well, my 350 pound linebacker husband should be here soon. You can ask him.

Aarguh.

Dear D -
Yes, I need a new job. But unless you are hiring an office manager (who is quite talented in that department, and my Excel spreadsheets are nice - I could rock your business like white on rice), I'm stuck at current job until hell freezes over or we move. So there.

Love,
Me

Honestly, I do love my job. Just not so much on sports type event days. And the Twins are in the Playoffs now. Egads.

Time Is Not On My Side

Everytime I've tried to post lately, the site has been down. Arguh.

Not much to report on the work front - even the first Vikings game was pretty dull. I suppose that's good, but it doesn't make for hysterical posts about the idiocy of people. The part of my job that I love the most is just looking blankly at someone when they ask me a silly question. I don't even do it on purpose, it just happens as I try to process what the hell would make someone ask such a thing.

Well, the Saints lost the playoffs. The Fort Worth Cats won the series and Championship. Funny news is that post game, a bar brawl happened at The Half Time Rec between the two teams! No Saints were arrested, but two Cats were. Hee hee.



Thinking of fall and the upcoming holidays. Not quite ready to be a chilly bear yet, but it's not as if I have a choice. I am having fun with my fall wardrobe again, and have missed my kneehigh boots and slinky skirts with tights!

Sadly Unimpressed....

Well, IKEA wasn't all everyone says it's cracked up to be. The prices were nice, but the quality, eh, not so hot. I loved/got the fifty cent coffee mugs (for work, of course, as mine only last 2 months before someone breaks them and doesn't fess up), the $14.99 blackboard, magnet board, mail/key holder that will come in handy for writing down my week's schedules a $1.99 bathmat, $3.99 rag rug for the kitchen, and the $6.99 full mirror (can you believe I have been walking out of the house for 2 years without a full lenght mirror?). All in all, $32 spent. Some of the furniture there was veneered, and would show the slightest crappiest scratch. Ick.

I DID splurge on my new work shoes though! Actually, it wasn't really splurging. They were on sale for $41 rather than the posted $60, then (oh oh oh oh!) there was a coupon for 10% off in the little flyers by the checkout! So, work boots were $37! Woot!

So, all in all was a very productive day yesterday. Today is feeling similar, as I scrubbed the hell out of my kitchen stove and did a huge load of dishes from making lasagna last night. The only thing that would have made today PERFECT (as of this moment in time) would have been getting the last season on OZ in the mail today. Guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow...

And on the boasting side: Four weeks on the wagon and counting! The only thing that I truly miss is having a glass of wine with dinner. But I'm hanging in there, just to prove a point (and give my poor liver a well deserved time out)!

BAD CASE OF THE "I WANT"S

Long story short (HA!) -
My galpal T just broke up with her girlfriend. She's pretty busted up about it, and when she called me, it broke my heart to hear her come down on herself so hard. A lot of "It was my fault, because I'm so (insert personal quirk here)." So, in the interest of the healing powers of shopping, we're going to IKEA today. I've never been. I know all the horror stories about the sheer size of it and all, but the Mall of America is a cake walk for me, so I'm not intimidated. I just want a new bed so badly, but it's not in the budget. I'm thinking of putting our current bed on craigslist, then going to IKEA for the one I really want. In the best of all possible worlds, I'd end up paying only about $60 for the bed.

And there's a pair of boots I need for work that I desperatly want. I know I'm on this huge kick to not spend any money, but hell. I do need work boots...

Skully Legwarmers!

Spent most of the weekend working on a specific custom pattern for my girlfriend Brittany. She's an amazining jewelry designer (did my wedding band!), and for a barter, I designed these for her! She wanted skulls and jungle green, and I forgot to shoot a photo of the back where they are laced up.

I'm already getting orders for them!

Mayo is 50 Cents

I was in the back office, muddling over server scheduling for the upcoming week, when I get paged to come out to the floor.

It seems that an older (meaning in her 50's, not that old) woman had a complaint about her bill. She had bust a gut over the fifty cent charge for her side of mayo. I removed the charge and went to drop off the bill myself. When I approached her, she semi-calmly started a rant about how she didn't use any ketchup or mustard on her burger and how it was ridiculous to charge for mayo. I explained that mayo costs us more than ketchup and mustard, and that she got a little ramikin of it, rather than just a squirt. She sighed and said all she wanted was a little to spread on her burger. I gently told her that many people ask for a side of mayo for their fries, and if all she had wanted was a little bit, there wouldn't have been a problem. I mentioned that I understand that this is not clear on the menu, and she calmed down.

A few of my co-workers were making fun of her for making a fuss over fifty cents. I reminded them of what she ordered. A glass of water and a plain burger. I'm sure she may be on a limited budget due to bills, social security, disability, whatever, and just wanted to maybe treat herself one day by going out to eat.

Have some compassion. Seriously.

I Worry About The Future

And the stupid things people say.

Conversations from the past few days...

1. At the state fair, a white kid in hip hop clothes, sitting on a bus bench yelling "Yo, cracker parking thass way!" WTF?

2. I'm at the liquor store buying a 12 pack of O'Doul's. Drunk guy with 4 teeth sidles up next to me and plops down a pint of Hot 100 Peppermint Schnapps (oh, BARF).
DG: Whass that? Beer?
Me: Um, kind of. It's N/A beer.
DG: Thass shit. Tha taste nasty. Why you drink that?
Me: I don't drink alchohol right now.
DG: (processing this information a little too long while staring at me) You wanna sign my AA card?

3. Dumb girl (22? wearing Twins jersey) outside my bar is drinking a can of Mich Gold Light and yapping on her cell. We don't sell cans and it is illegal to drink on the sidewalk like a common bum.
Me: Miss, I'm sorry, but if you want to drink that, you have to get away from my bar. Immediately. Thank you.
3 minutes later, I poke my head back outside and she's still there, just leaning against the wall on the otherside of the windows. Still on property, technically.
Me: Miss, you have to get away from the bar, or I'm taking your beer.
DG: Well, exactly HOW FAR AWAY DO YOU WANT ME? (god, I hate snotty suburbanites)
Me: (thinking HELL is too close to my bar) Just start walking or I'm taking it. (I point in the direction of the gas station - which is a know cop hang out, 15 evil points for me). You can get arrested for walking around with an open can of beer, you know.
DG: Bitch.
At least she left...

Customer At Bar: What's this menu?
Me: Game day menu.
CAB: So, this is what you are serving?
Me: Yes, sir.
CAB: I want nachos.
Me: I'm sorry, but they aren't available until after 11 p.m.
CAB: What about the steak sandwich?
Me: No. Just what's on that menu.
CAB: (being petulant 3 year old) But I want NNNAAAAACCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOS.
Me: We'll have the full menu tomorrow from 11 am to 3 pm, if you want to return.
CAB: Bah.




HELP!

If a Blog Falls in a Forest...

Funny, I just thought "Does anyone read my blog? If not, should I keep blogging? I enjoy it, but if no one else does, what's the point?" And I haven't even had my first cuppa joe yet. Too early for this sort of thinking.

State Fair, Round II

This time, it was more "Girls on a Mission", than lazy walking around. Friday night rush hour is no time to go to the State Fair. My usual Park & Ride was full, the second one we found was Handicap Only. Traffic was a bitch. So, Kari-pants offered to pay for yard parking. We found one about a block away from the main entrance.

Mission #1 (if you choose to accept it):
Fried Green Tomatos ****: Tart, greasy goodness! Located right by main entrance off of Snelling.

Mission #2:
N/A beer for me. 2 weeks and counting of being on the wagon. :)

Mission #3:
Wild Rice/Beef Pronto Pups **: Tasted just like a regular pronto pup with tiny bits of wild rice in the beef. Sorely disappointed, as looking for more of the wild rice goodness.

Mission #4:
Return of the Hotdish on a Stick! Kar hadn't heard about it, and when she bit into the amazing blandness, she lit up like a Christmas tree! We both ended up doing a happy HDOAS dance in front of the booth!

Mission #5:
Browsing at the Grandstand. It's like walking through 250 infomercials. So much freaking crap that you really don't need. But, Ms. Kar and I did swoon over the sushi roller rather greedily. The guy hawking it was completely annoying tho, so we ran before eye contact was made. I fondled some top notch chef's shoes ($85!! - actually rather cheap), but not in my budget. Found the elusive Saint Paul Saints booth (whoo! Go Saints! Playoff time!), and purchased a tank top for me and a long sleeve t-shirt for the DH.

Mission #6:
Kari-pants had bought tickets for us to go see "A Prairie Home Companion" at the Grandstand (to be broadcast on NPR tonight). It was lovely and charming. Neither of us had seen a live production of it before. A very bold gust of wind came up about 1/4 into the show, giving Garrison Keillor the appearence of having half a mohawk tho. Unfortunate. There were audience sing-a-longs, and at the end of the 3 hour show (egads, my sore achy butt from plastic Grandstand seats), the audience chimed into "The Star-Spangled Banner". When "...and the rockets red glare..." was sung, the fireworks started. I'm a dork and want to live in Lake Woebegone.

Mission #7:
Cheese Curds. Forget it. The lines were HUGE, even at 11 p.m. How sad. I settled for sweet corn on the cob **** that tasted like candy. But I truly did not get enough of my fried food on a stick craving settled.

Back to reality. Summer is officially over. It's Labor Day weekend. As much as I love fall, I dread winter. Okay, not really, but I desperately need good work/winter boots. The ones I got last year hurt my bunions. How sad it that?

Oh, but there is still RenFest....!!!