Light your candles, and may Server protect us all.

I’m getting back into RantRadio. How strange is that…

We got a raise today, the one that was promised. It has actually -lowered- morale. Rumors were floating around that it was going to be somewhere between a dollar and a dollar-fitty per hour. Nope.

It sounds like the average was twenty cents an hour.

So, now, instead of being happy for a little extra change, people feel shat on. All because, in the time of the 100+ queue, months ago, a letter went around promising us a raise, and then they gave us time to think about it.

The level of peoples’ dissapointment shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does.

Admission of guilt.

I’ve been being a pretty crappy friend lately.

I have not been returning phone calls.  I have not been responding to people wanting to hang out with me.  I have been the one who always waits to be contacted, instead of letting my friends know that I’m interested in them as well.

I apologize.

As actions tend to speak louder than words, I will attempt to get my ass in gear and turn these things around.

She’s back!

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What the hell is a dickens?

This morning I was Mr. Cranky McWhineypants.  Seriously.  Apparently, the holy bean (and a wonderful conversation with a giggling ) brought my mood back up.

My shift swap for this weekend’s wedding is all done, just needs to be turned in to any wandering manager.

I think I’m going to have to register for a USB scanner, as well as a datebook.  Heh.

I miss Benny like the dickens.