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There's a story to the title of this one, and I'll get to it shortly. :)
First, let me talk about my day. I set my alarm ten minutes earlier than normal, in an attempt to improve my attendance. I managed to be late again today. I blame the fact that I have to shave. Every other day, I have to shave in order to keep my goatee nice-looking. On the other days, I just manage to goof off. *sigh* Tonight, fifteen minutes earlier. :)
Anyway, I got to work, and got going. The UScan person called in entirely today, and I didn't even try to open it up. When Jennifer came in at 915am, I got her set up at Guest Care, since I loathe cashing employee paychecks. (They all act like you should have saved money for them alone. F--- 'em, I say!) I talked to Joyce, and told her that her paycheck stub had an envelope from corporate stapled to it. She told me to open it. (Yay! The suspense was killing me!) What was inside but a couple of American Express Gift Cheques, for "increasing Western Union usage". *snort* We haven't done a SINGLE THING different, but hey, she needed the money, so I'm happy for her.
I put out UScan, but I was beginning to feel VERY hungry (I actually had a bowl of cereal for breakfast instead of a bunch of junk when I got to work). I quickly devoured a couple of handfuls of corn chips that another employee had left in the back (It's understood that if you leave something, it's fair game.) I then ate my one granola bar that was left over from the box I bought a couple of days ago. Not the greatest, but I want to stress that I was hungry enough that I was beginning to get that headache that comes with not eating.
That worked until around noon. I was getting ready to ask Dana to cover my lunch when the manager called me to his office. He had a "computer problem". What was it? The spreadsheet that he had been sent was protected, and he wasn't allowed to type in a protected cell. I know, big shocker. The sad thing is that what he was attempting wasn't unreasonable. I mean, given that there are over 100 Kroger stores in the Delta KMA (north MS, east AR, west TN, and south KY), it's generally a good idea to have your store number on things.
He mentioned that there was another copy on floppy, so we checked this out, and it was better. Apparently, the other one had been horribly formatted before he got it. I then got to spend the next two hours entering the data for those spreadsheets. Of course, I had to wait on the various department managers to tell me what the data was. By this time, my hunger was coming back. I also was painfully aware that I was about to start getting overtime. We finished right when I should have left if I wanted to avoid overtime. My manager told me to get some lunch from the deli!! I told him that I'd rather just count and go home. Fortunately, he agreed.
I still didn't leave until nearly 3pm. Sheesh. On the way home, I realized that I wanted PIZZA for dinner. I had been avoiding having pizza lately, for no real reason. (Perhaps I was tired of it. I'm glad I did.) I picked up my stuff at Comic Cellar, and realized that I was now caught up in the runs of Love Hina, Kodomo no Omocha, and Kare Kano manga I'm collecting. WOOT!!! :)
I ordered my pizza, and as soon as I got off the phone, it rang. It was one of my mom's oldest friends. So, they talked for the better part of an hour, during which time I was getting hungrier, and my headache was coming back in spades. I got the phone after an hour had passed since I had ordered (they said 30-40 minutes). I noticed their number on the caller ID. My mom was on the phone when they called! They wanted to verify my bank card, before they fixed the order. So, I was back to square one. They started preparing it, but I couldn't wait. I made a peanut butter sandwich.
When the pizza finally arrived, I gave some to my dad, and my brothers and I descended on the rest like a pack of starving wolves.* I knew I wasn't going to eat a lot, so my mom got some too. (It's just a rule in the house that my dad gets some of whatever's being made for dinner. :) ) I finished eating, told my mom about the pizza, and came back to my room to let it digest. In the process, I made it past the black mark on Medievil called "Scarecrow Fields". I'm now further into the game than I ever was before.
I'm going to take it easy, and probably work on the log for session 04 of the Stahl campaign. I wish everyone the best, especially those of you who are having it difficult right now.
* - Years ago, back in the mid-90's, Pizza Hut offered a HUGE pizza that it called "the Bigfoot". Nearly 3 feet long, and half as wide, it was a work of culinary art. Also, during this time, my old group would get together, and play some AD&D 2nd Edition. Inevitably, sometime around the mid-point of the session, we'd get really hungry. I mean, really hungry. So, we'd all chip in, and order one of these Bigfoot pizzas (on a few occasions we ordered *TWO*). One time in particular, there were about 6-7 of us gaming. We ordered our usual (Bigfoot, sausage & pepperoni). When it was delivered, we plopped it down, and dug in. The pizza driver didn't make it to the corner of my street (4 houses down) before the pizza was done. Since that time, we talk about those days, and that pizza, and refer to "fallling on it like a pack of starving wolves". Hehe. I still smile when I think about that. :)
First, let me talk about my day. I set my alarm ten minutes earlier than normal, in an attempt to improve my attendance. I managed to be late again today. I blame the fact that I have to shave. Every other day, I have to shave in order to keep my goatee nice-looking. On the other days, I just manage to goof off. *sigh* Tonight, fifteen minutes earlier. :)
Anyway, I got to work, and got going. The UScan person called in entirely today, and I didn't even try to open it up. When Jennifer came in at 915am, I got her set up at Guest Care, since I loathe cashing employee paychecks. (They all act like you should have saved money for them alone. F--- 'em, I say!) I talked to Joyce, and told her that her paycheck stub had an envelope from corporate stapled to it. She told me to open it. (Yay! The suspense was killing me!) What was inside but a couple of American Express Gift Cheques, for "increasing Western Union usage". *snort* We haven't done a SINGLE THING different, but hey, she needed the money, so I'm happy for her.
I put out UScan, but I was beginning to feel VERY hungry (I actually had a bowl of cereal for breakfast instead of a bunch of junk when I got to work). I quickly devoured a couple of handfuls of corn chips that another employee had left in the back (It's understood that if you leave something, it's fair game.) I then ate my one granola bar that was left over from the box I bought a couple of days ago. Not the greatest, but I want to stress that I was hungry enough that I was beginning to get that headache that comes with not eating.
That worked until around noon. I was getting ready to ask Dana to cover my lunch when the manager called me to his office. He had a "computer problem". What was it? The spreadsheet that he had been sent was protected, and he wasn't allowed to type in a protected cell. I know, big shocker. The sad thing is that what he was attempting wasn't unreasonable. I mean, given that there are over 100 Kroger stores in the Delta KMA (north MS, east AR, west TN, and south KY), it's generally a good idea to have your store number on things.
He mentioned that there was another copy on floppy, so we checked this out, and it was better. Apparently, the other one had been horribly formatted before he got it. I then got to spend the next two hours entering the data for those spreadsheets. Of course, I had to wait on the various department managers to tell me what the data was. By this time, my hunger was coming back. I also was painfully aware that I was about to start getting overtime. We finished right when I should have left if I wanted to avoid overtime. My manager told me to get some lunch from the deli!! I told him that I'd rather just count and go home. Fortunately, he agreed.
I still didn't leave until nearly 3pm. Sheesh. On the way home, I realized that I wanted PIZZA for dinner. I had been avoiding having pizza lately, for no real reason. (Perhaps I was tired of it. I'm glad I did.) I picked up my stuff at Comic Cellar, and realized that I was now caught up in the runs of Love Hina, Kodomo no Omocha, and Kare Kano manga I'm collecting. WOOT!!! :)
I ordered my pizza, and as soon as I got off the phone, it rang. It was one of my mom's oldest friends. So, they talked for the better part of an hour, during which time I was getting hungrier, and my headache was coming back in spades. I got the phone after an hour had passed since I had ordered (they said 30-40 minutes). I noticed their number on the caller ID. My mom was on the phone when they called! They wanted to verify my bank card, before they fixed the order. So, I was back to square one. They started preparing it, but I couldn't wait. I made a peanut butter sandwich.
When the pizza finally arrived, I gave some to my dad, and my brothers and I descended on the rest like a pack of starving wolves.* I knew I wasn't going to eat a lot, so my mom got some too. (It's just a rule in the house that my dad gets some of whatever's being made for dinner. :) ) I finished eating, told my mom about the pizza, and came back to my room to let it digest. In the process, I made it past the black mark on Medievil called "Scarecrow Fields". I'm now further into the game than I ever was before.
I'm going to take it easy, and probably work on the log for session 04 of the Stahl campaign. I wish everyone the best, especially those of you who are having it difficult right now.
* - Years ago, back in the mid-90's, Pizza Hut offered a HUGE pizza that it called "the Bigfoot". Nearly 3 feet long, and half as wide, it was a work of culinary art. Also, during this time, my old group would get together, and play some AD&D 2nd Edition. Inevitably, sometime around the mid-point of the session, we'd get really hungry. I mean, really hungry. So, we'd all chip in, and order one of these Bigfoot pizzas (on a few occasions we ordered *TWO*). One time in particular, there were about 6-7 of us gaming. We ordered our usual (Bigfoot, sausage & pepperoni). When it was delivered, we plopped it down, and dug in. The pizza driver didn't make it to the corner of my street (4 houses down) before the pizza was done. Since that time, we talk about those days, and that pizza, and refer to "fallling on it like a pack of starving wolves". Hehe. I still smile when I think about that. :)
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