I still do not dread going to my new nonprofit job with the nonprofit pay.  W$#k will always be a 4 letter word but i'm as happy as i can get doing it.   Some of my new cow#@kers are douchebags but the two i w$#k with the most are great.  Its so cool to go in to friendly faces i trust.

Alas, as the old Trailer Park ode goes nothing aluminum can stay.  I went to the waitress interview for the large corporate chain. They hired me on the spot and immediately sent me to an in progress orientation going on in the back room, during which one girl was fired.

Hours of videos, regulations and soul crushing ensued.  Dont discriminate, hair off the collar, management has final approval of hair restraints, belt must be worn, fingernails must be shorter than 1/8 of an inch over fingertip.  External clothing must be clean, they dont mention underwear.  blah blah blah, yes master, i hear and obey.



(Any female who has waited tables knows the above wife in green is thinking to herself  "that hoochie is flirting with my husband, there goes her tip")


Also had to purchase button down shirts, which havent been made for women since 1981.  They suggested the Mens Dept of Walmart, 12 bucks.  I hate shopping there but i did it covered in cloud of Lysol, forgive me Universe.

 I dont flounce around dressed like Scarlett Ohara but I hate wearing mens shirts unless it belongs to someone i really like.  Collars suck, at least the days of waiters wearing bow ties are over.  Since we're talking about Walmart, land of the XXX only 1 small shirt was left, it comes down to my knees.  I cut the bottom off. 

  I have many days of training before my flair is polished enough to serve fried crap dripping in animal squeezings at their fine establishment.  15 years of waitressing isnt enough. 

This week my training kicks in full swing and that old familiar dread and hating everyday  is making a comeback.  Dont know if i can continue on with this plan.  I know the tips will be very good but piles of the mans dirty money wasnt enough to keep me miserably w#@king at my old job.

 I'm not financially irresponsible, i love putting $ in the bank.  Its just usually when i'm  happiest at w$#k i'm not earning enough to save.  I just dont care.   Any day could be my last, why hate it?   Who could seriously fault this philosophy?  As long as i'm comfortable with the possibility of one day living under a railroad bridge.   A 35 yr old trailer is good practice for a refrigerator box.

 Roomie has been giving me gentle lectures on how much better he is off financially and how he plans ahead.   I'm proud of him, if he didnt we'd both be in deep shit.   That poor man, i just wrote him a partial rent check this morning and put for Mr Scrooge in the memo.  Maybe my purpose is to serve as a warning to others like him, be careful who you give a housekey to.

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/29/07 12:33 | link | comments (7) |

My new nonprofit job feels good.  The woman i w$%k with the most has a fantastic soothing aura and out of nowhere i had an intelligent conversation with one of my more educated male cow$#kers during lunch.  At least i'll qualify it as intelligent since it didnt include the usual breakroom chatter of my last job about cheating boyfriends, punching dogs and run -ins with the law.   It was about books, ones that i had actually read and wasnt just quoting the movie too.  Very impressive. 

By the way my man George totally rocks in Michael Clayton.  I'm in love all over again despite him cheating on me with that hoochie cocktail waitress/ reality star.  Who does her eyebrows anyway, McDonalds? 

 Unfortunately I must get a second job since this one is only part time and the pay is nonprofit also.

 Tomorrow i go back for an official interview to once again become the waitress from hell.  I tried to leave those days behind but they keep pulling me back in.  Its been 6 years. 

Theres a movie on cable now, Waiting?  One waitress continually runs back into the kitchen screams, cusses and chainsmokes and then returns to the dining room acting all sweet, roomie swears thats me.  I used to sometimes throw a dish or two in the back.  My cow%$kers who really wanted to break some but were chicken would hand them to me.  Repeat after me, Whats the worst thing that could happen?

 Restaurants are battlefields.  The pay is 2 bucks an hour, the customers can be brutal and the cooks assholes because waiters make more money with tips.  Thats why they dont drug test, who in their right mind would sign up for this w^%k?



It's a shame too, a part time 4 day w$@kweek is perfect.  Have been doing a bazillion miles of hiking and hill climbing burning off the Haagen Daz grief treatment.  This is another trail burnt up in the 4500 acre fire. Its in a narrow 3 sided canyon surrounded by steep 1000+ ft walls.  The trail goes all the way to the back and up and over one wall.  The trail crew sawed paths through the fallen trees on the trail but more burnt up ones will keep falling.

The odds are small anyone would be in the way but just a few weeks ago a huge slab of rock fell off a wall on Lake Powell (Lake Foul) and some poor couple in a boat happened to be in the wrong place at the obviously wrong time.  It made me listen to the creaks.












































Who knows whats next?

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/22/07 18:14 | link | comments (7) |

I swear if our local paper ever hires an editor i'm canceling the subscription.   Reading the Police Log and bits like this are the only parts worth the fifty cents.

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/20/07 16:30 | link | comments (5) |

The Trailer Park must be freezing over.   Things are making a turn around from shit to the usual crap.

The part for the busted HDTV finally showed.  No more squinting in front of the teeny 32 incher.  I was also able to get the first pair of jeans I've worn in 6 months buttoned and still breathe.  Not as fat as i thought.  Restarted the computer and the speakers started w$#king again, sorry Princess.  Motime also had a 16 hr bug for me but that w#@ked itself out.  Thanks Pookie.

Getting a job isnt necessarily a good thing but paying for Netflix and food are.  I checked one places website weeks ago that i thought i might like to w$#k for but they didnt have anything.  Just applied this week and was hired.

 It wont be selling my soul, lead filled shit made in China or dead cow for the man either.  My first job that will be rewarding inside my guts.   Nonprofits arent always paradise i know plenty of people who have horror stories but hopefully it wont be run by power hungry ogres.

My new boss and people i've met so far seem very friendly and intelligent, but have to wait until the honeymoons over.  Its only PT to start and I'm taking a 40% paycut (i love bragging how smart i am) from my last job but WTF.  I just want to not dread Sunday nights.

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/05/07 16:19 | link | comments (13) |

Chipmonk, the other white meat.

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/04/07 10:39 | link | comments (6) |

Mission Princess Impossible.
 
 This weeks Trailerfabulous brokeness is the computer speakers.  This is our third set because of someones relentless wire chewing.  I havent found the  damage yet,  have to climb around under the desk but it must have been some job.  The computer wires are wrapped in foil or plastic tubes, covered in bitterlime and behind a piece of chickenwire.  She's good.

Just waited five hours for the HDTV repairdude only to get a call the part isnt in yet.   I have finally heard about a job i really might not hate for a while so now I have no excuse not to check into it this afternoon.  Keeping my paws crossed.

Otherwise I've been seriously hitting the dusty trails the past few weeks.  Trying desperately to burn off 67 pints of Carmel Cone ice cream I've consumed since Sons passing.   Time does help dull  everything but I still miss my better half terribly.









This is one of my favorite trails. Just reopened after a terrible fire in 2006.  Took just one person to start and over 900 to extinguish.  Burnt dead trees everywhere but a surprising amount of regrowth and wildflowers.




















Before some smartypants from the Great White North mentions it , I'm aware of a huge space here.  Its not here when I write, just post.  I blame MoTime.  I'll use this time and try to remember the correct usage of is and are.  I'm really unsure these days, damn aluminum filled deoderant.


































Four deer brothers at the top who arent delighted to see a human again after their 15 month break.
A few other red rock trails...




































































This one was near the top of a really nice mountain.  There are two different trails and a windy dirt road going up for a firetower and antennas on top. 


My tax dollars at w$#k (well as soon as i get a job and start paying them again they will be)...


 Sign at the top warning of the road conditions for the ride back down.   Like someone didnt notice it was a narrow steep road on the 2000+ foot drive up on the side of a mountain.   Cant be too careful.












Thanks for this sign too gubment.  Nothing like a boulder strewn uphill trail to make me want to ride my bike or even better hang glide.

Warning here comes another blank space!

posted by: rustymadgal at 10/02/07 12:53 | link | comments (12) |

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