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The Frenchman came through...
Sep. 12th, 2004 12:51 amAt work this afternoon: I went to check my hours for next week when I punched in, and I discovered my name wasn't listed. I started to panic a little, fearing I'd been cut... but at that point my supervisor, whom I affectionately refer to as "the Frenchman" (1. because he *is* French, and 2. because he looks like a younger, slightly shorter version of "the Frenchman" in the "Matrix" series, albeit with a much more gentle personality.), came down from the office. So I asked him if he had any hours; he told me whatever they were.
Fast-forward to later on, as I was finishing sacking what would be the last order of the day: "Jim", another supervisor in the front end, came up to me telling me that my schedule had changed and handing me a slip of paper listing my hours for next week: Monday -- 3-6; Wednesday -- 5-9.30; Friday 3-6; Saturday -- 1-6. That's over 15 hours, more than twice what they've been giving me. My only guess why they gave me that many hours is that someone must have quit and they needed someone to fill in. I am *not* complaining! It saved me the trouble of bugging the Frenchman for more hours, as I had been planning to do.
My only minor annoyance is that this came right when I came up with some ideas for short stories, but I'll find away to work around that. I'm semi-nocturnal anyway, so I'll write 'em late in the evening.... But in case you're curious what's in my head:
( MR's Ontological Riffs, Parts 1 and 2, plus another Idea )
And we now have a new water-heater!! I was finally able to take a nice warm bath, and my mom didn't have to boil water to wash the dishes.
Also my mom and I watched the movie "Radio Days", a tribute to old-time radio broadcasts and their place in the life of a Jewish family in New Jersey in the 1940s. Woody Allen, who on account of his obNOXious personal life is anything but my favorite director, produced, directed, and narrated it: aside from some naughty kid stuff in it (boys peeking at a blonde woman dressing, and kids making strange additions to a snowman), it's quite good, just about on a par with "The Purple Rose of Cairo", his tribute to classic movies.
Fast-forward to later on, as I was finishing sacking what would be the last order of the day: "Jim", another supervisor in the front end, came up to me telling me that my schedule had changed and handing me a slip of paper listing my hours for next week: Monday -- 3-6; Wednesday -- 5-9.30; Friday 3-6; Saturday -- 1-6. That's over 15 hours, more than twice what they've been giving me. My only guess why they gave me that many hours is that someone must have quit and they needed someone to fill in. I am *not* complaining! It saved me the trouble of bugging the Frenchman for more hours, as I had been planning to do.
My only minor annoyance is that this came right when I came up with some ideas for short stories, but I'll find away to work around that. I'm semi-nocturnal anyway, so I'll write 'em late in the evening.... But in case you're curious what's in my head:
( MR's Ontological Riffs, Parts 1 and 2, plus another Idea )
And we now have a new water-heater!! I was finally able to take a nice warm bath, and my mom didn't have to boil water to wash the dishes.
Also my mom and I watched the movie "Radio Days", a tribute to old-time radio broadcasts and their place in the life of a Jewish family in New Jersey in the 1940s. Woody Allen, who on account of his obNOXious personal life is anything but my favorite director, produced, directed, and narrated it: aside from some naughty kid stuff in it (boys peeking at a blonde woman dressing, and kids making strange additions to a snowman), it's quite good, just about on a par with "The Purple Rose of Cairo", his tribute to classic movies.
