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Post by Blunashun on May 19, 2024 15:04:52 GMT
They wanted two bartenders. No one's fault. The hostess wanted to be sure there was no waiting. I outsold Carlos about 2 to 1. Walked with $124.00 for doing pretty much nothing. But if he made $50.00, it could have been mine.
Once that reality set in, I took a Benadryl, Valium & Norco. Hehe. I was the most pleasant son of a bitch on Earth. I didn't have to worry about maybe getting sluggish.
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Post by jrgreene6 on May 20, 2024 22:25:40 GMT
My mom had another hissy fit today. I swear, she is the biggest baby in the world sometimes.
She calls me up and says she just planted a bunch of flowers and wanted to water them, but she can’t get her outdoor faucet to work.
She had her grass guy tighten her hose so much that it took me every bit of strength I had, a Vice Grip and a Channel lock just to get the thing off.
So I installed a screw on spring loaded connector which allowed her to simply insert the male piece installed on her hose into the female coupling.
When it “clicks”, she’s good to go.
So she says she can’t get any water out of the spigot and I tell her that she’ll have to insert the hose into the connector.
She can’t make it work. So I tell her to just unscrew the connector from the spigot (I made sure I didn’t tighten down so that she could unscrew it if necessary), get her water pitcher and fill it up.
She wants me to drop everything in the middle of my work day and drive down to her house (30 minutes on a good day) so she can water her flowers.
I told her I was working and couldn’t and she does her usual “I guess I’ll just have to call a plumber” before hanging up on me.
Was I wrong? Yes - she’s in her 80’s. But she pulls this shit on me ALL the time and if she doesn’t get her way, hangs up on me in a fit.
I showed her a half dozen times how to hook the hose into the connector. It’s not freaking rocket science.
But I’m the bad son because I won’t drop whatever I’m doing.
She could also fill the water pitcher in her basement stationery tub or any one of the faucets in her kitchen or bathrooms.
But it’s easier for her to “play the victim” because she wants to use the hose and not have to fill and refill the pitcher.
It’s sometimes HELL raising parents!!!
GO DODGERS!!!
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Post by Blunashun on May 21, 2024 3:50:37 GMT
My mom had another hissy fit today. I swear, she is the biggest baby in the world sometimes. She calls me up and says she just planted a bunch of flowers and wanted to water them, but she can’t get her outdoor faucet to work. She had her grass guy tighten her hose so much that it took me every bit of strength I had, a Vice Grip and a Channel lock just to get the thing off. So I installed a screw on spring loaded connector which allowed her to simply insert the male piece installed on her hose into the female coupling. When it “clicks”, she’s good to go. So she says she can’t get any water out of the spigot and I tell her that she’ll have to insert the hose into the connector. She can’t make it work. So I tell her to just unscrew the connector from the spigot (I made sure I didn’t tighten down so that she could unscrew it if necessary), get her water pitcher and fill it up. She wants me to drop everything in the middle of my work day and drive down to her house (30 minutes on a good day) so she can water her flowers. I told her I was working and couldn’t and she does her usual “I guess I’ll just have to call a plumber” before hanging up on me. Was I wrong? Yes - she’s in her 80’s. But she pulls this shit on me ALL the time and if she doesn’t get her way, hangs up on me in a fit. I showed her a half dozen times how to hook the hose into the connector. It’s not freaking rocket science. But I’m the bad son because I won’t drop whatever I’m doing. She could also fill the water pitcher in her basement stationery tub or any one of the faucets in her kitchen or bathrooms. But it’s easier for her to “play the victim” because she wants to use the hose and not have to fill and refill the pitcher. It’s sometimes HELL raising parents!!! GO DODGERS!!! Never mind the nine months of pregnancy, back pains, nausea, 20 hours of labor, postpartum depression, losing her figure. No. You go ahead & 'work' if that make you happy. I'll be okay. Sigh. I'll just sit here & die. Heaven forbid I interrupt your busy schedule. My daughter is still playing her games. I was thinking today that I've actually been happier not having to deal with her mother. Of course, I would like a better relationship with our daughter & grandson. But losing the ex was SUCH a blessing. Almost makes it all worthwhile. |
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Post by jrgreene6 on May 21, 2024 4:41:41 GMT
My mom had another hissy fit today. I swear, she is the biggest baby in the world sometimes. She calls me up and says she just planted a bunch of flowers and wanted to water them, but she can’t get her outdoor faucet to work. She had her grass guy tighten her hose so much that it took me every bit of strength I had, a Vice Grip and a Channel lock just to get the thing off. So I installed a screw on spring loaded connector which allowed her to simply insert the male piece installed on her hose into the female coupling. When it “clicks”, she’s good to go. So she says she can’t get any water out of the spigot and I tell her that she’ll have to insert the hose into the connector. She can’t make it work. So I tell her to just unscrew the connector from the spigot (I made sure I didn’t tighten down so that she could unscrew it if necessary), get her water pitcher and fill it up. She wants me to drop everything in the middle of my work day and drive down to her house (30 minutes on a good day) so she can water her flowers. I told her I was working and couldn’t and she does her usual “I guess I’ll just have to call a plumber” before hanging up on me. Was I wrong? Yes - she’s in her 80’s. But she pulls this shit on me ALL the time and if she doesn’t get her way, hangs up on me in a fit. I showed her a half dozen times how to hook the hose into the connector. It’s not freaking rocket science. But I’m the bad son because I won’t drop whatever I’m doing. She could also fill the water pitcher in her basement stationery tub or any one of the faucets in her kitchen or bathrooms. But it’s easier for her to “play the victim” because she wants to use the hose and not have to fill and refill the pitcher. It’s sometimes HELL raising parents!!! GO DODGERS!!! Never mind the nine months of pregnancy, back pains, nausea, 20 hours of labor, postpartum depression, losing her figure. No. You go ahead & 'work' if that make you happy. I'll be okay. Sigh. I'll just sit here & die. Heaven forbid I interrupt your busy schedule. My daughter is still playing her games. I was thinking today that I've actually been happier not having to deal with her mother. Of course, I would like a better relationship with our daughter & grandson. But losing the ex was SUCH a blessing. Almost makes it all worthwhile. The other thing is she has EXCELLENT neighbors right next door who she says always tell her if she needs anything, they’re right there (both retired and in their 60’s). But instead of calling them or walking 10 feet to their home, she’d rather call and then put the guilt trip on me. And I GUARANTEE after she hung up on me, she went down and plugged the hose into the coupling and was able to water her plants. Do you think she’ll call and apologize for being so obnoxious? She hasn’t in the 60 plus years I’ve been around - I don’t expect her to this time, either. GO DODGERS!!! |
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Post by Blunashun on May 22, 2024 23:16:11 GMT
Care Credit sent a threatening letter today. The doctor gave them too much info. I just wrote a reply, mocking it. It goes out tomorrow. He mentioned floaters can appear as the result of trauma or hemorrhages. Apparently he FINALLY looked at my medical history. What he didn't know was the hemorrhage happened in 2009. The floater appeared the day after surgery. November of 2023. He thought he had an out. What he actually gave me was fodder for a string of one-liners. You all know me & the sarcasm.  Classic! |
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Post by jrgreene6 on May 22, 2024 23:53:48 GMT
Believe you me - if victims of Covid vaccines start suing and something like the Camp LeJune class action settlement goes down, I’ll be ALL over that like flies on shit.
During my little bout with pneumonia, I had five consecutive days of IV injections, supposedly to ward off Covid, which of course they added to the diagnosis.
I don’t know what it was, but they refused to release me until I’d been fully dosed.
Then there was the midweek incident where they put in an IV I immediately knew wasn’t right.
Nurse offered me a Xanax for the pain - thank God I had taken one the day before and remembered passing out within minutes.
I was in SEVERE pain and my arm and hand were not only turning blue, they were also swelling to twice their normal size.
Nurses were ignoring my multiple attempts to get looked at. I was also to the point of pulling the damn thing out myself.
My wife FINALLY had to call them and get them to my room. I never heard a single word or saw any report on this incident, let alone any apology for their OBVIOUS error.
Two weeks later I get prostate cancer. Not a SINGLE case of cancer in my family history other than a third cousin and another third cousin by marriage.
My best bud is a little over the top on conspiracy theories, but he said the IV was meant to kill me as hospitals were getting a $250k bonus from the government for every Covid death reported.
But I will definitely begin exploring the possibility of the cause of my cancer.
So far, I’m still clean. But my PSA has jumped a few points from .01 to .04 over the past year.
But I did have Covid (IV or V?) when I had my last blood test and both my regular doc and radiologist said could have affected the increase.
I’m due for another visit to my urologist next month, so hopefully the PSA will remain at .04 or maybe even drop.
But if it continues to climb, could be a problem.
GO DODGERS!!!
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Post by Blunashun on May 26, 2024 5:17:48 GMT
Worked a baby shower. Oy! They should have just cut my heart out with a rusty spoon. $11.00 in tips on $127.00 in sales.
Next weekend is a big gay party though. They really need to go over these things with me. The manager wasn't in. It looks like they're training a woman to take the assistant spot. So far she seems open to suggestions. I looked at a chart that wouldn't have been there if the regular manager was in. 126 people. Each gets two drink tickets. The party supposedly goes for just two hours. I'm the only bartender. That can't be right. I'm supposed to serve 126 drinks an hour? HA-HA-HA!! The amateurism is funny. I would be FUMING at disappearing waiters as I ran out of beer, ice, wine, liquor, glassware. They always run away.
I told Carlos to stand ready. I'll take care of you.
When I got home tonight, I emailed my boss with that info. If the party goes until midnight, I can handle 252 drink tickets. Just give me a dedicated barback. But if it's just two hours, you better set up another bar.
I also asked the new assistant about micheladas. They give me tajin pepper, but no michelada mix. When Daniel was there, I brought in three bottles I got from Amazon. Put big glasses on ice. Daniel, being the kill-joy he is, told me to get rid of it. I asked the new female manager about it. Showed her the pepper & glassware we could use. She said she would bring it up at the next managers meeting. I said we might be able to get $10.00 each for them. Make a sign. Use it the next Quinceanera we book.
Hopefully, we got someone who'll take suggestions. I'm not trying to hurt you guys. The more we sell, the more I make. I'm not bucking for promotion either.
If they gave me things like Pousse-Café glasses, instead of the mix & match Mickey Mouse shit we're currently using, I could layer drinks like B-52's. That impresses customers. It's better than me saying I can't do this & that because I don't have the ingredients. Or the time Manny made a Mai Tai. A couple customers came up to me & asked for a Mai Tai. I told them I didn't have all the ingredients. (You really should serve something like that in a hurricane or Bolla glass too.). They said the other guy did it. I walked over & asked Manny what he gave them.
"Rum & pineapple juice."
Doh!
And he put it in a Collins glass. A cherry garnish. I was embarrassed.
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Post by jrgreene6 on May 28, 2024 4:06:12 GMT
Looks like I got the latest bioweapon release from big pharma. I’ve been feeling pretty lousy for a week now.
It started last Monday. We went to see our fav (and HOT!) bartender Heather at our local Outback for dinner, also one of my fav restaurants.
I wasn’t feeling it right from the start and could barely finish a meal I normally devour. It all went downhill from there.
Coughing, sneezing, nausea and a nasty coating of goo on my eyes and lids every time I woke up. And even after drops and clearing, the goo returns once I fall asleep again.
Zero energy; I had to stop twice while mowing my yard which I can normally knock out in around 40 minutes.
Walking a mile or two to and from the stadium three days In a row had me feeling like I had just run in a marathon.
Then yesterday we left after they brought out the tarp in the fifth. I just felt like complete dogshit and didn’t want to stick around for what I was sure going to be another L.
Heading back to the hotel garage, we got hit with a deluge downpour of biblical proportions. We had to duck into another garage just to escape the rain which was actually coming down sideways.
We were both TOTALLY drenched by the time we got to our car. So on top of already being sick, I didn’t do myself any favours by getting caught out in that.
Coughed all night, even in my sleep according to my wife. There’s dog shit, cat shit, bird shit - then there’s me.
I hope this doesn’t go on like that first version of Covid. Not sure I could take another two weeks of this one.
GO DODGERS!!!
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Post by Blunashun on May 30, 2024 20:03:48 GMT
Told Armando about the Pride event I'm working this weekend. Then thought maybe I shouldn't have done that. This guy is so into the Christian fundamentalism thing he might show up with a gun.
"They won't tip you."
"I dunno. The gays I used to party with, partied hard. It IS a hosted bar. That's usually death on a stick. But I think maybe these people will tip."
"I'll bet you a dollar they don't."
"You're on."
So we'll see. I'm taking $500.00 of change into work with me. That's in case my manager is a dolt again & doesn't give me change to get tipped with. $200.00 in 20's. $200.00 in fives & tens. $100.00 in 1's. I'll ask for a bank & see what the manager has to say. I'm prepared either way. Be an asshole.
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Post by Blunashun on Jun 1, 2024 6:07:03 GMT
Sitting down & resting before going home. Sold over 90 drink tickets worth $12.00 each in an hour & a half. Carlos sold only beer & wine. A little over 50 tickets. He made $26.00 in tips. I was really disappointed to get just $78.00. It was a cool crowd. They just weren't tipping. I'd call that a draw with Armando. Oh. I was right. The manager started us out with no bank because of the tickets. No way of making change. I broke a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket. Then we got a bank. I sold the 100 dollar bill to the bank, just in case it was counterfeit. |
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Post by Blunashun on Jun 1, 2024 16:45:19 GMT
So there were only a few of the supposed freak shows Armando swore they all were. All were exceedingly polite.
I had a picture of my daughter & grandson behind the bar. Not obtrusively so. Under the bar flap. Only I could see it. My boss asked who they were.
"My daughter & grandson."
"Really?"
Then he came back later & asked why I had that out today. Not why I had it out. Why TODAY? I think he was thinking it was homophobia. Like I was making sure the gays knew I was straight.
I told him because I've recently been talking to my daughter. We hadn't spoken in four years.
When I got home, lit up a J & thought, I emailed him to confirm there are no events scheduled for next week, yet. Also to say my grandson turned 19 at midnight. He was eight in the picture you saw.
Basically, we had a guy who was surprised my family is black, & he might have suspected I was homophobic.
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Post by Blunashun on Jun 1, 2024 21:22:10 GMT
Talked to my grandson for the first time in over four years. It was interesting. A lot of things I still need to find out. One thing I did find out was that I was correct in assuming there's been a disinformation campaign.
That just makes me sad.
I'm sending a letter to my daughter tomorrow. Not scathing. More introspective. How we arrived here. We need to open a dialogue.
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Post by jrgreene6 on Jun 2, 2024 0:17:57 GMT
Talked to my grandson for the first time in over four years. It was interesting. A lot of things I still need to find out. One thing I did find out was that I was correct in assuming there's been a disinformation campaign. That just makes me sad. I'm sending a letter to my daughter tomorrow. Not scathing. More introspective. How we arrived here. We need to open a dialogue. My mom was never really influential in how my sister and I dealt with our deadbeat sperm donor. His parents took care of us both monetarily and emotionally. They were ALWAYS taking us places when they lived here before moving west. Museums, the zoo, movies - they would pick us up every Tuesday and we’d spend the day and night with them and come home on Wednesday. The first thing they did after getting settled In Escondido was fly us both out for the entire summer. They were very well off, but never flaunted it. They owned the entire top floor of their condo which I’m guessing these days would go in the millions. We went to the San Diego Zoo & Wild Animal Safari, Sea World (when it was just Shamu, dolphins, seals and other sea creatures. There were no rides or roller coasters. Disneyland, and of course, the Big A, Dodger Stadium and Jack Murphy. But my old man - he just didn’t have it in him to be a father. I’m pretty sure my mom was knocked up with my sister when they got married. Never seen a single photo from their nuptials. Also pretty sure he did it to avoid having to go to Vietnam - coward! I remember once as a fairly young lad his girlfriend at the time had parents that owned a roller rink and we were allowed to have the whole arena for a few hours without any other skaters there. In my teens, his parents paid for us to go down and visit / stay with him for a week in Tampa, FL where he was now living. Went to Disney World while there. He had a couple of Dobermans that I loved playing with - we weren’t allowed to have a dog growing up and living with my mom’s parents - they hated animals. Shortly after I graduated high school, I took a road trip down to Florida to stay with a buddy who had been living with his dad in my little village and we got to be good friends. Shot over to Tampa for a few days and stayed with my old man, his third wife Cathy and my new half sister, who was only a few years old. Didn’t see or hear from him for maybe twenty or thirty years until I got a call out of the blue saying he was in town and we met up for dinner. He gave me a $50 bill as we parted. I sent him an invitation to our wedding. I knew he wouldn’t come, but I thought he might want to know that his only son was getting married. Instead, I got a horrifically insulting card back from - not him - but Cathy advising they not only couldn’t make the wedding, they also couldn’t afford to send any type of gift! How rude could one possibly get? And to put the last layer of icing on the cake, neither my sister or I were even acknowledged in his death notice. The baby daddy of his grandchild who knocked up my half sister - he got a mention. But his two first sired children? Crickets. I never really knew the man - but I guess I wasn’t really missing out on much. I hope you, your daughter and grandson continue to reach out to one another and your poisonous ex stops trying to interfere with her venom and lies. It’s a shame she’s that insecure that she cannot share your family with you. GO DODGERS!!! |
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Post by Blunashun on Jun 2, 2024 2:53:06 GMT
Talked to my grandson for the first time in over four years. It was interesting. A lot of things I still need to find out. One thing I did find out was that I was correct in assuming there's been a disinformation campaign. That just makes me sad. I'm sending a letter to my daughter tomorrow. Not scathing. More introspective. How we arrived here. We need to open a dialogue. My mom was never really influential in how my sister and I dealt with our deadbeat sperm donor. His parents took care of us both monetarily and emotionally. They were ALWAYS taking us places when they lived here before moving west. Museums, the zoo, movies - they would pick us up every Tuesday and we’d spend the day and night with them and come home on Wednesday. The first thing they did after getting settled In Escondido was fly us both out for the entire summer. They were very well off, but never flaunted it. They owned the entire top floor of their condo which I’m guessing these days would go in the millions. We went to the San Diego Zoo & Wild Animal Safari, Sea World (when it was just Shamu, dolphins, seals and other sea creatures. There were no rides or roller coasters. Disneyland, and of course, the Big A, Dodger Stadium and Jack Murphy. But my old man - he just didn’t have it in him to be a father. I’m pretty sure my mom was knocked up with my sister when they got married. Never seen a single photo from their nuptials. Also pretty sure he did it to avoid having to go to Vietnam - coward! I remember once as a fairly young lad his girlfriend at the time had parents that owned a roller rink and we were allowed to have the whole arena for a few hours without any other skaters there. In my teens, his parents paid for us to go down and visit / stay with him for a week in Tampa, FL where he was now living. Went to Disney World while there. He had a couple of Dobermans that I loved playing with - we weren’t allowed to have a dog growing up and living with my mom’s parents - they hated animals. Shortly after I graduated high school, I took a road trip down to Florida to stay with a buddy who had been living with his dad in my little village and we got to be good friends. Shot over to Tampa for a few days and stayed with my old man, his third wife Cathy and my new half sister, who was only a few years old. Didn’t see or hear from him for maybe twenty or thirty years until I got a call out of the blue saying he was in town and we met up for dinner. He gave me a $50 bill as we parted. I sent him an invitation to our wedding. I knew he wouldn’t come, but I thought he might want to know that his only son was getting married. Instead, I got a horrifically insulting card back from - not him - but Cathy advising they not only couldn’t make the wedding, they also couldn’t afford to send any type of gift! How rude could one possibly get? And to put the last layer of icing on the cake, neither my sister or I were even acknowledged in his death notice. The baby daddy of his grandchild who knocked up my half sister - he got a mention. But his two first sired children? Crickets. I never really knew the man - but I guess I wasn’t really missing out on much. I hope you, your daughter and grandson continue to reach out to one another and your poisonous ex stops trying to interfere with her venom and lies. It’s a shame she’s that insecure that she cannot share your family with you. GO DODGERS!!! Ouch! Toxic. Try this one on for size. A buddy of mine was talking to his mother. Neither his mother or father wanted him. They left him with his grandparents. Well, this friend of mine was talking to his mother & she didn't realize it was his birthday. Like she wasn't there for it. Lordy! Screwed him up for the rest of his life. I kept telling him to not let them own you like this. Look at what you have. A house. A wife. Kids. A career. Pension to look forward to. You did that. You don't owe that cunt a thing. Your life is what you make it. He threw it all away. He was sleeping on my couch, until I threw him out. He drank too much for even me. And he was a mean drunk. Violent. Jerry told me something really sad today. Tessa called me a couple days ago. Woke me up, so I just let her talk. Hear what she has to say. I had sent Jerry a birthday card last year. His 18th birthday. A 100 dollar bill in it. Totally unsolicited, Tessa told me she had given Jerry the card. (It had been returned as undeliverable. I handed it to her when she stopped by on St. Patrick's Day.). You gave it to him? Yes. Today Jerry says he didn't know anything about a card. Sigh. Tessa has become her mother. I'm afraid any relationship Jerry & I have won't include his mother / my daughter. I remember my little girl. I don't know this woman. Except as a carbon copy of her mother. |
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Post by jrgreene6 on Jun 2, 2024 4:30:18 GMT
Guessing he never saw a dime of that Benjamin either. My mom’s parents took all three of us in after dear old dad bailed shortly after I was born.
And while my gramps could be cold and mean as hell sometimes, he also had his soft side and would take me to Reds games at old Crosley Field.
He gave me my first car at 17 - a clunker, but it got me from A to B most of the time and I did what I could to make it mine w/ mag wheels, air shocks, killer stereo.
My gram was the best. Rarely lost her temper, cooked three meals a day, kept a huge house spotless, “loaned” me more money that I was ever able to pay back.
Gramps died pretty much of mis-diagnosed diabetes in his 70’s. Gram got ALS and it was brutal watching her deteriorate for several years.
She was in so much pain at the end she would literally cry almost 24 / 7. I was out of town on business when she passed.
Missed the last flight out due to a taxi never showing up and had to spend a miserable night at a Long Island Ramada Inn thinking about her and all she did for us.
My mom is in her early 80’s, but she was definitely NOT her mothers daughter when it came to cooking and cleaning.
I was the one that took care of those duties when she bought her first house (in her late 40’s) and I lived with her before getting married.
She couldn’t even boil water!
But I guess she taught herself or ate a LOT of premade meals after I left.
But she truly lives in squaller and her house hasn’t been thoroughly cleaned since I left 33 years ago.
I think some of the cobwebs are actually keeping the structure together. There’s dog hair on the floor and furniture from dogs that she had that died decades ago.
It gives me and my wife the creeps every time we go over there and we almost always have to take a shower to wash off the filth when we get home.
When my gram got older and couldn’t make it up to the third floor of our house, my sister and I would dust and vacuum our rooms and the main hallway.
My mom’s room would be consumed with dust a half inch thick and spider webs.
It didn’t bother her then and it obviously doesn’t seem to bother her these days.
But it’s a HUGE factor as to why we spend as little time there as necessary.
Hopefully your grandson will come around and begin to realize there are ALWAYS two sides to every story and that the ones coming from Tessa aren’t the Gospel.
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