Here we are the fourth anniversary of my first Mo'posting!  I  still love it here.   Happy Whatever my friends!

In reviewing this past year of my life its a repeat of every other year (crappy job, roomie still asking us to move out and a million hours logged on the internet), with the exception of  Sons exit stage left and Cavedogs entrance.   By the way Son if you happen to be reading this from the Great Beyond, I'm still paying off your medical bills.  The least you could do would be to beam down the winning Powerball numbers.

The dream that was my nonprofit job with the nonprofit pay has curdled.  Ridiculous meetings and pissing contests between the management have become the order of the day.  

Last month I had to go in on my day off for a 7 hour meeting with not one morsel of free food in sight.  The management went over their Disaster Plan.  I do believe in being prepared and in the possibility that anything can happen, but The Plan bordered on hysterical.

 45 minutes on  what management would do if a radioactive ball of Bird Flu infected kryptonite tumbled out of a wormhole, bounced off Mt Everest, skimmed the Pacific Ocean and eventually knocked out our telephones but they had no prepared answer when an employee asked if there was a place we should meet outside for a headcount in case of a  run of the mill fire.   Not enough drama.










































I do have a w#@k email.  I made the mistake of opening it my second week and it was already filled with so much crap I vowed to never check it again.  Hence I missed a recent 3 hr mandatory Safety meeting on my day off.  I did come back to this lovely poster starring the Incredible Porcupine Man clad in his hard hat, safety goggles, leather apron, w#@k gloves and safey boots. 



The very fine print at the bottom is a disclaimer by the publisher that they studied  all available data in printing this poster but are not responsible for any injuries whereof.




























The Incredible Porcupine Man is not as stupid as he looks.


It was fate that saved me from their Safety Meeting for attending it surely would have led to my firing.  I want the satisfaction of quitting first.

 Just two days prior a cow#@ker and i stayed an hour late mixing it up with our boss over an extreme safety concern that 4 other people have brought up and been close to injured because of.  I've already been hurt once on this job.  A simple change will cost nothing and inconvenience no one however the way things are now was set up by one of the other managers and they wont budge because what they say goes Dammit!  Thats ok lawyers arent hard to find.

I returned to w#@k the day after the Safety Meeting and found someone on orders by the Management had put a humidifier in a single sink that is used daily in a room that is open to the public. 

This sink also has an emergency eyewash attachment which is a u-shaped faucet with two yellow caps.  We dont really need it but if someone gets powdered donut sugar in their eyes they can blindly run to the sink and pull the caps off and water will blast their eyes.  No turning of handles required.  This sink is the space deemed appropriate to store a plugged in electrical appliance.   People were using it too like that.

Guess what, my removing the appliance turned into a 15 minute argument with the employee who placed it there.  I finally suggested we could call OSHA or the fire department for a second opinion and they shut up.   No winning of battles or the war just a headache resulted.

So I'm filling in a few applications online today.  Need to get back to for profit pay again.  I just dont know if I have the strength to deal.  One corporate site had pictures of their happy employees around the job and there was a sign in the background that  said  "Dont forget Friday is Crazy Hat Day!"  Wahhhhhhh!

The tough part is the job requires...

  Language Skills
Ability to read and write a limited number of two- and three-syllable words and to recognize similarities and differences between words and between series of numbers. Ability to print and speak simple sentences.

I pray that radioactive Bird Flu infected meteroite takes me out this year.

posted by: rustymadgal at 12/24/07 10:15 | link | comments (9) |

Who's the ahole now?

I'm off w$#k this morning drinking coffee and reading blogs.  Was commenting with DJ on the akwardness of some Christmas gift exchanges when an hour later the postman rang the bell and dropped $50 worth of uncomfortable right in my hand.  Talk about a jinx.

Somehow I'll find a way to shift the blame to roomie.  Every holiday season he buys boxes of polite generic cards to send to accquaintances but also comes home with a stack of individually picked funny/smartass cards for those closest to him.

He showed me one that had an Olde Tyme photo of 3 sullen kids on the front and said something about Santas watching.   The line on the inside said "So dont be an asshole."

We were laughing but wondering who we could send it to who wouldnt get offended.  Our friend E's name came up.  We've known E for over 20 years through thick and thin.   A few years back she got her crap together moved to Alaska to w#@k just for a touron season but met and married a man and is very happy after years of struggle.

We dont normally exchange gifts but the first Christmas she was up there she was living in a Trailer with no running water.  I can joyfully camp out, sleep on the ground and eat dirt but using an outhouse through an Alaskan (or anywhere) winter is way beyond my abilities.   I sent her a care package full of goodies that first year.  She just recently moved and now has running water after years of pioneering.

Anyway with Roomies approval I sent her the card a few days ago writing a note that i was actually the biggest a**hole i knew.   Most likely its still in transit.  This morning the postman just dropped off a small package from E and when I opened the card a $50 bill fell out for whatever Cavedog needed.   She has dogs herself and was upset when Son died too.  How incredibly nice was that, made me cry.  Now roomie who is the real  a**hole in all this is saying "Yeah, dont be an asshole and send me $50."

posted by: rustymadgal at 12/21/07 09:01 | link | comments (2) |

I'm reclaiming our yard!  For years we've had three generations of Clan of the Cave Bear residing behind us tossing glass bottles filled with dirt, flower pots, car parts, arrows, electronics, toys, cans, milk jugs, broken glass, trimmed tree limbs and trash in general over the fence into our backyard. 

They have been the subject of several blog posts regarding Son having a BB in his chest, but honestly i dont know where or when some fucker shot him and  Roomies bedroom window being broken with rocks.   He actually saw the youngest throwing rocks again a week later after we had to pay for the first repair. 

When i say we had to pay i actually mean Roomie since its his trailer.   All these years well intentioned friends have told me to save up for my own trailer/house.  Are they nuts?  My advice to anyone starting out in the world is a house is better than an apartment but just make sure its someone elses.  The repair bills never end and dont even get me started on property taxes.  I surely dont want to give the man any more of my hard earned dollars paying taxes for crap i dont believe in or spend the weekend lawnmowing (when i live in regions where it actually rains and grass grows.)

That same reasoning w^$ks for computers.  Hard to believe but i have never owned that which i love most in the world.  Just last week Roomie told me to buy my own Dell.  My argument,  by the time i got it home and unpacked it would be outdated.  Not a wise investment for a single mother of three furry bastards.

Anyway back to our neighbors, I was out back playing frisbee with Cavedog and found several newly tossed empty cans of starter fluid on top of the snow in our yard.  Normally i get pissed off and quietly throw out their trash but its time to make a stand.  I threw those cans right back over the fence and it felt good.  Damn good.   They are going to be sorry next time i scoop the litterbox.

posted by: rustymadgal at 12/18/07 15:14 | link | comments (5) |

Nothing new in the Trailer Park except w#@k horror stories. Tales of of estrogen heavy near hysterical power struggles.  It was bound to happen, disillusionment sets in once again.  Those dames dont even bring in baked goods.

Continuing our streak of Trailer brokeness, my finger still isnt healing and our old washing machine died after a long and fruitful life.  The new replacement machine has also burnt up after one week.

After an incredible imaginary global warming fall, winter has finally arrived.  Prefaced two weeks ago by an incredible 24 hour downpour after four long dry months almost a foot of snow fell this week.  During said downpour Cavedog decided to pee at 1 am.  Lost my rain umbrella so using my sun one i walked him out to the back yard in 30 mph gusts and Perfect Storm conditions.  Cavedog took care of business immediately and then proceded to run circles around me for 20 minutes avoiding the leash.  Of course there is no other place for a wet stinky dog to sleep but in bed.







Cavedog loves the snow and spends most of his time with his head buried searching for seals under the ice.






My view.

Winter beauty in The Park

posted by: rustymadgal at 12/14/07 14:59 | link | comments (6) |

My dingo ate his baby.

 Cavedog finally realized after two weeks of lovingly holding his stuffed cow and sucking on its ears nothing was coming out.  So he ate it.
















































My dingo eating the camera strap.












Barking at another toy because it rolled under the couch with his yet uneaten baby in the background.

posted by: rustymadgal at 12/06/07 14:59 | link | comments (12) |

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