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Monday, June 25, 2007

Final Countdown...

In less than 24 hours, I will be here:



I can't get that Will Smith song out of my head. "Bienvenidos a Miami..."

I have to go pick up the leftover material from my dress, then pack and sleep. I might check in from Florida, but I wouldn't sit here hanging out waiting for that to happen.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Space...

I think I need space. I think I need to give other people space.

I've never been so anxious to get the fuck out of town before in my life.

I am very excited about my trip, even though I am running out of time to get ready and I'm slowed down a little bit by hurting my back. I'm feeling much better, but I'm definitely not 100%.

I just need a break from life.

Don't expect blog updates while I'm gone. (I'll try to get pictures when I'm back.) If you call my cell phone, and I don't answer, don't take it personally.

I'm disconnecting. I'm not going to operate anything more high-tech than maybe a blender. I just need to get away from everything.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Thinking...

My back hurts, and I don't want to think about it, so I'm going to go ahead and post a picture from Tortola.

I bet I'd feel fine if I were there right now.

Better...

I am feeling better today. Well, except for the fact that I've pulled a muscle in my back, and I'm in excruciating pain ... And, glutton for punishment that I am, I am going to try to go to work tonight. Dr. Martin says it hurts more to sit than stand, so I figure three hours standing up at work won't kill me.

I have a plan. The highlight reel includes fresh seafood and rum next week. I am pretty excited to get away, except that I see many early mornings in my future. I have to get up before 5 on Tuesday and Sunday for my plane rides, and apparently Saturday I have to get up before God to get my hair done, because the wedding is at 1 p.m.

Did somebody say mai tai?

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Not the Caribbean, but ...

I need to get here.



Tuesday can't get here soon enough. Who's bringing the rum?

Words of wisdom...

As you go through your day today, remember these two nuggets of knowledge:

Nothing is ever as it appears.

Ignorance is bliss.

More to follow.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

One more reason to hate Wal-mart...

We all know that there is no love lost between me and the world's shittiest superstore. I wasn't exactly a fan before those assholes fucked everything up with that stupid ass credit card (that's still ongoing, despite the fact that I cussed out two different employees on one day a few weeks ago), but their abhorrent labor practices are beyond reproach.

There are seriously no words for my feelings after reading this article. (Well, there are, and much like all my conversations about Wal-mart, they start with f and rhyme with duck. "Shit" is also a perennial favorite.)

Fired Wal-Mart pharmacist awarded $2M

Wed Jun 20, 9:17 AM ET

PITTSFIELD, Mass. - A pharmacist who claimed she was fired by Wal-Mart after asking to be paid the same as her male colleagues has won a nearly $2 million award against the retail giant.

A Berkshire Superior Court jury concluded Wal-Mart discriminated against Cynthia Haddad and awarded her nearly $1 million in compensatory damages and $1 million in punitive damages Tuesday.

"It sends a message that you can't treat people poorly because of who they are," said David Belfort, Haddad's attorney.

Wal-Mart's attorneys didn't comment after the verdict.

Haddad was fired in April 2004 after more than 10 years at a Wal-Mart store in Pittsfield. She claimed in court that she was fired because she asked to be paid the same as her male counterparts, including a bonus given to pharmacy managers. The company paid the bonus, then fired her two weeks later.

Lawyers for the retailer said she was fired because she left the pharmacy unattended and allowed a technician to use her computer security code to issue prescriptions during her absence, including a fraudulent prescription for a painkiller.

Haddad's lawyers argued that the prescription was filled 18 months before she was dismissed and without her knowledge, and that more severe infractions by male pharmacists went unpunished.

(link to original article here)

If any other company had the labor violations and lawsuits that Wal-mart does, it'd be shut down. Where are the federal investigators? How much have they been fined?

And, perhaps most importantly, how much money do the Waltons give to political candidates?

Who is Wal-mart screwing (besides its employees and customers, of course) to get such preferential treatment?

And can I screw that person to get my stolen Wal-mart credit card payment properly credited to my account? (I surely wasn't screwing the employees who pocketed that bitch, that's for sure!)

Lastly, where the hell else can I get my Jell0 pudding pops? Kroger doesn't have them, and I am so over fucking Wally World.

(P.S. If some peon at Wal-mart is charged with searching the Internet to find bad things written about them and threaten the people, and they happen to read this, please tell TPTB to "go fuck themselves" for me. You can fuck yourself too, if that helps.)

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Is this for real?

Lately, it seems like the Catholic Church is picking some really bizarre battles to fight. I won't get into all of that right now, but I couldn't resist saying something about this. If I ever had time to get to church on Sunday and actually put at least one of the four -- yes, I said "four" -- envelopes I get for each week in the collection basket, I'm sure I'd be feeling like I wasn't getting my money's worth.

Did you see this: Vatican's 10 Commandments for drivers?

Did we really need the Vatican to write a pastoral care letter telling us to pray the Rosary while we drive? Most Catholics I know do this a lot, not because the other drivers are all wackos, but just because it's a long trip and you have plenty of time to think.

I thought the part about having church services at truck stops was a bit much, if I may say so. Kind of makes you wonder: If you can have mass at a Pilot station, why is it such a big deal to get married on a beach? Ponder that one...

Anyhow, I know that some of you didn't click on the article and you're dying to see the Vatican's "Ten Commandments" (No shit; that's what they called them.) of driving.

I also like to call it "common sense for Christians with cars." We really didn't need some bishop to waste his time coming up with this. Really.

The "Drivers' Ten Commandments," as listed by the document, are:

1. You shall not kill.
2. The road shall be for you a means of communion between people and not of mortal harm.
3. Courtesy, uprightness and prudence will help you deal with unforeseen events.
4. Be charitable and help your neighbor in need, especially victims of accidents.
5. Cars shall not be for you an expression of power and domination, and an occasion of sin.
6. Charitably convince the young and not so young not to drive when they are not in a fitting condition to do so.
7. Support the families of accident victims.
8. Bring guilty motorists and their victims together, at the appropriate time, so that they can undergo the liberating experience of forgiveness.
9. On the road, protect the more vulnerable party.
10. Feel responsible toward others.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Sorry...

I've been quiet lately. I'm just not really caring enough to say anything lately.

I'm busy with work trying to get ready to go on vacation next week.

Of course, nothing about my vacation will be calm and peaceful, because my mom pointed out today that my brother has turned into Groomzilla.

It's going to be fun. I'm having visions of rum, Key lime pie and a beach ... and I can't think of anything else I need right now.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Bastards!

This is why I hate Ticketmaster. No one needs to charge an $11 fucking convenience fee. That's ridiculous. What convenience? I waited 11 minutes and worried the show would sell out on me and I paid $44 for that convenience. Even at today's gas prices, I could've totally driven to Atlanta and bought the tickets at the venue for less.

Next time, someone else is in charge.