Work...

I work at a thrift store. A non-profit organization. I work with disabled people, or should we say physically handicapped? They can only do so much. And some of them are excellent workers. They try their best.

I don't remember when we found out we're not putting out enough clothes. We have to hang a certain amount of clothes per day. The crew I work with has never met our goal. I don't know why. My supervisor has missed her breaks because she's afraid to loose her job. I personally don't care anymore. I've been with the company over nine years and have seen this before, at least two or three other times. Somehow the stores always manage to get out the clothes the higher ups want.

We've also run out of hangers the past week and had to go home a little earlier than normal. Fine by me. We can't do our job if we don't have the supplies. Besides, I like being sent home early. It gives me more sit down time. I hate standing.

The company does not seem to be doing all that good anyway. I was working 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, but they took 5 hours away from me. Fine. I work 35 hours a week and still get benefits. Fine by me.

They're threatening to give me back my 5 hours. Right now, that's all it is, is talk. I'll take them back if I have to. That would be more money for me. So either way, I win.

Maybe I should start looking around for an office job when I go on vacation. I don't have anything exciting planned except to go to church because we're having a week long meeting. I'm looking forward to that. Plenty of sit down time then.

Vultures...

These creatures are fearless. It seems to me nothing scares them especially when there's road kill. I came across vultures eating road kill on the way to church this morning. I didn't think anything of it. On the way home a vulture was in the middle of the road so I slowed down and he moved out of my way. I wonder what would happen if I didn't slow down?

I got this picture off the net. I did not have my camera with me.

Six Word Meme...

The Six-Words Meme was originally started by Smith Magazine. The history is thus:

Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).

Aunty Belle tagged me. That means I'm it.

Here is my 6 word meme about myself.

Loves Bible,

computer,

music

hates work.
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I'm tagging:

Phosgene Kid

Skunkfeathers

Scary Monster

Pink

Lex

and whoever else wants to do it.

The rules are:

These here is the rules:
1) Write your own six word memoir.
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
4) Tag at least five more blogs with links.
5) Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
6) Have fun.

Little Lamb and Dolly...

This is my way of saying I don't know what to post about. So you'll have to wait until I come up with something interesting. I don't know when that will be. These are the times I really want to quit blogging, but I can't. I've gotten attached to all of you. I am not taking suggestions to keep me blogging. Either I have it, or I don't. This is a good time to take a rest which I seem to be doing anyway. So you'll all just have to wait until I come up with something.