Currents of Time

I'm not entirely fond of late night (or very early morning, whichever the case may be) excursions to airports, but, well. Mom made it home fine. Her plane was late taking off from Chicago (but then who is really surprised by that?) and they changed which station the luggage would be at three times or so.

She brought back stuff... My grandmother apparently realized when my brother graduated last spring (which, I suspect, she only really thought about because I have a few cousins out there in California with her that are the same age as my brother) that she'd never acknowledged my high school graduation back in 2004. I don't really care, but she felt bad and decided to buy me a fancy silver necklace/chain. ... She even knows I don't wear jewelery. I don't know why she keeps insisting on buying me things like this. I'm probably never going to wear it. It is pretty, it's just... not anything I have any use for.

On the other hand, Mom bought me a few Target-exclusive Transformers toys. Fun!

While she was in the store, she says she was talking to some guy who was bragging about how he'd bought the only two 2009 Bumblebee toys at another store (there weren't any at the store Mom was in) and kept one and sold the other on eBay for over 50$. jerk jerk jerk jerk! honestly.

On the way to the airport, we saw someone get pulled over for ... whatever reason, and we passed a house with a bunch of firetrucks outside it. And firemen, and the distinct smell of smoke.


We have a new manager for the bakery at work, who does not seem to realize that this is not the Milton store and we do things slightly differently here. Also, my place of employment is being remodeled and is a complete mess. It is making things hard.

Attention customers:

Bakery associate is not responsible for renovations. Bakery associate does not, in fact, like said renovations any more than you. Bakery associate would request that you go to the Customer Service Desk to ask where the dog food is being shelved today, because she doesn't know, either. This is the bakery.

Bakery associate will also thank you kindly for not blaming her for the utter disorganization of the store.

Really.

Please stop yelling at her now. ;__;

Tickets for the Transformers movie have gone on sale, so I took inventory tonight on who wants to go with me for the midnight showing. I'll pick the tickets up tomorrow after work. The real question here is, "Jecca, you're going to be seeing the movie at Botcon, so do you really need to see it again on opening night?" and the answer is, of course, yes.


Also, store managers? Please either get the bakery a new oven or a second oven, because the one we've got? Isn't cutting it. In the nine-or-so months I've been there, we've had to get it repaired four times or so, for the same reason! It randomly decides it doesn't want to work, cools down and refuses to heat back up, and then refuses to light.

Then we are stuck with racks of things that need to be refrozen and empty shelves, and no one likes that.

Someone complained about me at work last week. I'm not too terribly upset about that, really, as I've been there since August and this is the first time, and because the woman who made the complaint it a liar.

Mostly because of that last one, though.


( And I know she is a liar. )

It is not possible that she stood there for ten minutes waiting for me to notice her.

If she was that impatient, she could have just called out to me. I have ears. They even work! She had no problems marching off to customer service to complain about me, so I can't imagine she'd have a problem saying something to get my attention.

Why would you want to lie about something like that, anyway? Grah. People confuse me, and customers need to remember that employees are not robots. And that even if we were, robots are prone to glitches.

I appear to have missed an important announcement. Starting early in the year 2007, the US of A will experience a Great Carbohydrate Famine*. Because of this, citizens everywhere are flocking to their neighborhood grocery/bakery and buying out all of the bread in preparation for this upcoming disaster. Some buy as many as six loaves of specialty breads at a time, intending perhaps to freeze some so that they may still have carbohydrates in bread form later on in the year, when the carb-famine has hit in full force.


... Or at least that's what it's beginning to feel like. I spent seven hours baking bread, and half of it never made it to the floor because people would come up as it was all still in the oven and lay claim to loaves. (Yes, one woman did take six loaves.)

We never got to muffins, and all of the packaging-and-shelving that's normally finished by 4 pm at the latest was being started at around 4:30. I felt very bad for the woman I left alone to close.

I felt less bad after I had to stand in the cold for twenty minutes scraping ice off the car, but mostly because I didn't feel much at all by the time I was done. Yay, frostbite**.


Anyway, TF: Escalation 2 has been out for, what, a week now? ( Spoilers. Just so ya know. )

In short: blah blah blah robots blah




* This is a lie.

** This is an exaggeration. (The frostbite, not the time it took to scrape the car off or the fact that it was very cold.)

I've discovered they have a very... direct, I suppose, way of teaching the newbies at work.

( Cake-writing 101 )


I was running commentary on the television show my father was watching last night (I have an unfortunate habit of not being able to shut up when watching television. Movie theaters or people telling me to be quiet can stop me, but not much else). He found it mostly amusing, so I was allowed to keep talking, but he did ask if I did this with shows I liked. Of course I do!

Somehow, this led to him wanting to watch Transformers. (...No, I don't get it, either.)

He wanted something silly, but didn't want Beast Wars (I do not know why), so we watched a few episodes of G1. I need to get some of the other series, really. He didn't have any problems with what he watched (and even admitted that it was very entertaining if you didn't take it seriously), but I think he probably would have liked one of the more recent ones better. Maybe Armada. I don't know.


I joked at one point that I must have been born a fan of the franchise, and Dad mentioned that the Autobot-Decepticon scene change thing was familiar. Apparently when two of my cousins visited (I was three at the time and so have no memory of this), they would watch Transformers. So now I can blame both my love of video games and my love of Transformers on my two oldest cousins on my father's side. Craaazy.



The Takara-type Beast Wars 10th Primal and Megatron set is showing up in stores. ...ack.

I got the job! :D

Training session is on Friday, and it'll take a few hours, but man! I finally got a job! I'm not unemployable! Plus, bakeries are awesome.



My brother beat Dirge of Cerberus (I let him play it first since, as stated in the previous entry, he leaves for college in a few days. He won't be bringing his PS2, so I figured I'd let him borrow it). It took him around twelve hours, which is... very short. The controls are apparently a little hard to get used to, but he also swapped the camera controls a few times. He recommends I just leave them alone.

What worries me, really, is that there are scenes later where The Power of Love (and All Things Sparkly and Happy) makes people stronger and saves the day. ...Vincent and happy-sparkle doesn't work too well, in my mind. My brother claims he was literally groaning at some of it, simply because it was that bad. Vincent glowing white seems to have been one of the worst.


Then he went off on how everthing from Japan these days has started including the "kiss and get stronger" thing. ... I debated telling him about that Kiss Play stuff, but honestly, I'm still trying to convince myself it's some sort of awful dream that I'll wake up from eventually. If I tell him about it, I'd have to admit it actually exists. I'm not ready for that.




There were two spiders in my room last night. ... Technically, they're still here, but it's because their bodies are in my trash can. I really don't like killing them, but even I have my limits. Anywhere else and I'll catch them under a cup and call Mom or leave them alone completely, but in my room? No. Bad spiders.