If I forgot to mention it my company has given us lowly, hard working staffers a pay raise and that I didn't really care about it. But a few of my co-workers do care because...da da dum...their positions were reassigned so they will be making less money.

Reassigned? As in moved?

Nope, they went from being part-time to prn (which is kinda like part-time but is a position where the company calls you in when needed.)

But, to show how further messed up my work place is, they aren't calling in these newly reassigned part-timers to work like prn people. Their keeping them on the schedule like you would a full-time worker or a part-timer.

One worker who only works every other weekend is upset because she will be losing 30 dollars from the reassignment, while another is pissed because she's loosing 35 dollars though she only works one day of every weekend.

Now though their mad, both of these people have full time jobs at other places.

So to me they really shouldn't be complaining since they have other jobs and should be asking for raises if money is tight. And I have pointed this out, but they just want to moan and groan about how its not fair and they should quit.

In which I happily reply: THEN DO IT!!

Current Location: Yada Yada Land
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: Shadow of the Day: Linkin Park

Okay,

I'm squarely blaming one Mrs. Lucy and her insidious, wonderful homecooking
for showing me and my taste buds that fruit cake can be a faboulous thing to eat. Well at least the one crafted by hand and not bought of the store shelf!

Bamboozled, stunned, speechless, I actually enjoyed the piece she gave me. A delictable blend of orange flavors mingled with dates, apricots, and pecans I couldn't belief that such a magnificant item was a fruit cake. I mean the ones you normally see at the store are brownish colored bricks impeded with clear red and green chunks of some sort. But Mrs. Lucy said it was and even gave me the recipe. Which I am sharing here:

[b][u]Mrs. Lucy's Dried-Fruit Cake [/b][/u]

1 and 1/2 cup all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup packed brown sugar *Mrs. Lucy says she uses the dark brown sugar*
2 eggs
1 teaspoon shredded orange peel
1/2 cup orange juice
2 tablespoons light colored corn syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3/4 cup dried apricots
1/2 cup dried cherries
1/2 cup dried and chopped dates
1/2 cup chopped pecans
1/4 to 1/3 Orange Juice
Cheese cloth

1) Preheat oven to 300 F. Than grease an 8 by 4 by 2 loaf pan that you than line with a greased parchment paper.

2) Combine flour, baking powder, and baking soda in a bowl and set aside. Combine orange peel, orange juice, corn syrup, and vanilla in a bowl and set aside.

3) In another bowl, beat buter on medium speed for 30 seconds. Than add brown sugar and mix until combined. Next add one egg until combined then add the next egg until combined with the mixture.

4) To the butter mix add some of the juice mix and combine on low speed. Than add some fo the flour mix and combine on low speed until you can not see the flour. Repeat adding the juice and flour alternatingly until all ingredients are combined. Than add the fruits and pecans and stir into the mixture.

5) Place mixture into greased pan and set into oven for an hour and a half. Cover with foil the last 15 to 30 minutes to prevent over baking. Cake is ready when a toothpick comes out clean.

6) Cool the cake in the pan for 10 minutes on a wire rack. Remove from pan and allow for cake itself to completely cool on the wire rack. Wrap the cake in 100% cotton cheese cloth soaked in orange juice. Wrap everything in foil and store in an airtight container. Moisten with orange juice every few days for about a week.

And that's it.

Well kinda.

Because Mrs. Lucy brought the cake to work she brought the fruit cake she had kept moist with orange juice. But when she makes it for her family she makes them a brandied version. Which she told me, after much begging, was simply substituiting brandy for what you soak the fruit cake in.

Am I going to try this recipe? Oh Yeah! Something this good is meant to be shared with sceptic family members who think fruit cake is an evil think.

Will I do the brandied version? Heck no! If my grandma found out I used alcohol she would try to run me over with her electric scooter.

So for all of you fruit cake haters, give Mrs. Lucy's fruit cake a try and know that that reviled piece of holiday tradition can be good.

Current Location: I don't know
Current Mood: full
Current Music: Rehab(remix) Amy Winehouse feat. Jay-Z

Well, Corparate..the big huncho's, the rule makers, the Big Kahunas, the people who own myp lace of work, stopped by today and let it be known that after January 1st 2008 that the pay scale will be fixed.

From now on and until they go bankrupt and have to file for Chapter 11 like the previous owners, the shift-dift will now be..$3 if you work first shift, $2 if you work second, and $1.50 if you work third. And the only thing you lose is the bonus if they had to call you in on your day off to work or if you were asked to work the following shift on top of your shift.

For me, this means that instead of $12.00 an hour, I will be making $17.00 an hour because I work the 7a-7p Sat and Sun. Baylor shift and Wednesday 3-11 shift! Can you say: Ka-Ching! Can you also say: I don't give a flying flip because I hate my lying, stinking place of work and am still planning to quit despite the money.

You probably can say the first part and not the second. But I sure as hell can. I hate..Hate..HAte..HATe..HATE...my job. Or as I like to call it..the epitome of Hell on Earth where Nepotysm runs freely; Ass Kissing is required to keep you and your job safe and knowing when to turn your head and keep your mouth shut when things get missing or not done to keep you and your job safe stress inducing, lousy way to pay bills place of work.

Honestly, when I saw what my raise was I wasn't happy. In fact I could care less, because I don't care about my place of work. One co-worker blamed my poor attitude on it being my time of the month and when its over I'll be glad for that cash. Trust me..even if it wasn't my time of the month I'd still have a poor attitude over this.

So basically..if I loved my job I'd love the raise. But since I hate the place I don't love the raise... that's why I'm still looking for a new job.

Happy Holidays!!

Current Location: My Personal Heaven
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Cassius 99 (remix)

Why do people get on my fuckin' damn nerves. Maybe because they don't know how to shut the hell up. Maybe because they can't leave me alone and let things just be.
If I had the money to leave this fuckin' damn state and all these shit holes who call themselves my family I fuckin' would. If I ever win the fuckin' lottery or actually manage to write a novel that sells I sure as hell will leave, because I hate every fuckin' last one of them.

Current Location: Hell
Current Mood: angry
Current Music: Gold Frapped: La La La

Though I know what I want to do for a costume, sadly I haven't put it all together. And with the convention in August I'll have to wisely spend my time during the entire month of July bringing the costume to "life."

At first I wanted to do something simple, but after looking through photos of winners from the last convention I've decided that I'll need to go into some detail with my costume if I actually want to win that computer. Or whatever the prize is. So I'll no longer be wasting time cruising websites or playing my Wii. Instead, I'm actually dedicating myself to my costume. And figuring out what type of short story to write for the WD short story contest.

Yes..I'm going to try and write a story or two and see if I can win anything.

Who knows. If I do I might be inspired to write a novel. XD

Current Location: East of Sanity, West of Normalicy
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Sponge: Molly

Well, I've taken the plunge and embraced my inner game geek. I am actually going to attend BlizzCon this year. And to top it off..I'm going in costume.
Now not because I want to look like a fool, but because I want to look like a fool who wins a kick-ass award.

During the 2005 convention winners got a sweet computer system. Since the money of put down would equal a new comp I bought, I might as well try to win what's owed to me. And how do I plan to do that? Well, first I'm definently not going as a Night Elf, Orc, or any other race that requires a perfect body or a ton of skin paint.

No..I'm going as something else that is actually more suited for me to walk around in. And will hopefully net me the prize in "most creative."

Well, back to works I go.

Current Location: Fabric Warehouse Heaven
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: VegaBoys: We Like To Party

Why do people on forums decide that they can be fucking, full of shit, jerk wads and not expect for others to hate their damn jackass antics. On another forum I posted a story about that kid who killed a big boar hog only to have an asshat poster than say that my momma looked like the hog. Then the asshat had the balls to say it was a joke but I deserved it. If it hadn't been a monitored sight you sure as hell would have believed I'd have been cursing out that fool five ways til Sunday. No one, no one makes a crude joke about my mom and expects for me to let it go.

Instead I asked the asshole what he meant and the asshole still acted like a fool by saying I know you are but what am I. Should I have let it go, I guess. But not answering the question really got under my skin. Other posters on the sight said that the jackass just enjoyed doing this to people, getting under their skin. If this is known then I couldn't understand why this piece of fucking horse shit is allowed to continue to be on the sight. I should have reported the asshole but I've had this happen before when I had to deal with another asshole on the sight and the mods did nothing.

With this in mind I pmed the jackass and told him how would he feel if I was to call his momma a hog and that I really didn't care for his sense of humor. Once again, if the sight wasn't monitored I really would have said: "You are a fucking, jackass not worth the time I spent writing this. If I saw you in person you sure as hell would bet I would beat your scrawny ass into the ground. Talk about my momma, and you bring on the pain you fucking dick wad."

I recieved a pm from the jackass saying he didn't want to continue the argument. Do I feel vindicated that he shut up. Sorta. You see I still want to cuss him out with in an inch of his fucking life. But that would be a rude thing to do to a child. Wouldn't it?

Current Mood: angry

Hmm..I've seen to let my journal fall by the way side.
Bad monkey bad.

I blame WoW: BC, Photoshop, Pokemon Trainers card, my writing groups, and this desire to sew my own lap dragon.

Yes..I want to sew a lap dragon. And as soon as I figure out how..bam..my own fli...err lap dragon.

Sometimes its so good to get oppsessed with things.

Current Location: North of Somewhere, West of Nowhere
Current Mood: crazy

Well, another year is upon us. 365 days of the same shit that happened in 2006 just rewrapped in new words spoken by new faces. I just can't wait to see who the newest serial killer is they find, or what Congressman is involved in what scandal, or what country has a nuclear stock pile or exactly how high gas prices will get.

Honestly, why do we celebrate the intro of a New Year when nothing New happens within that year?

Maybe its because it's a good excuse to drink tons of beer and wine while we watch some glitzy ball slowly drop down a pole.

Anyways for those of you hoping for a better year...please don't hold your breath to long, it gets tiresome steppig over your bodies.

Current Mood: apathetic

This may be the strangest thing to happen to me. I dropped off B.B. to get a wash and trim and was told they would call me when he was ready to be picked up. Well, we went out to eat and since we were near the pet store and the 3 hours needed to fix him up was done we just went to get him.

When we walked in we were pleasently surprised when one of the workers said that the groomer who had B.B. was so taken by him that she actually left a message saying that if we didn't want him they would be more than happy to take him because he was so well mannered!

And the wierd thing is..I actually stopped to think about it. But I came to my senses and didn't want to dump the pooch on someone who really didn't know what they would be getting in with him.

So, B.B. the bed stealer, cat chaser, howling machine, semi-housebroken black miniature poodle will be staying with us.

Current Mood: bouncy