My rent is paid. My phone bill is paid. My Internet b ill is paid. I have a full talk of gas. U have enough groceries to last me a while. And I have $73 in my pocket. And I just woke up from a nap and I have anouther day off tomorrow.
Life is good.
Give it another six month. I’ll be bitching that after paying my rent, telephone, Internet and buying groceries, all I have left is $73.
While making $7.15 an hour, the state minimum wage at the time, the Crazy Horse dancers were required to pay a $10 “house fee” for every hour that they worked, the court papers say. At Fantasies, the house fee was $15 per hour. Both clubs required the dancers to tip their “house moms,” or floor supervisors, along with doormen and DJs. There were also requirements to sell souvenirs or drinks to customers and “fines” if they failed, according to the court documents. [dancer Jennifer] Prater, in a 2006 interview, told the Daily News she once worked an eight-hour shift at Fantasies and took home just $8. She provided a two-week paycheck that showed she worked 23 hours in a pay period and earned just $7.41. “When I first did this, I went home with bloody feet from dancing in these shoes,” Prater said at the time. “I deserve to get paid for what I do.”
Wow. How horrible. I don’t suppose that ANY dancer earned ANY tips during their employment there. Nah. Of course not. That’s why they worked there for years earning $7.41 for a 23-hour-long pay period.
I’m not saying these fees or sharing their tips were fair, but lets be completely fair and accurate here.
On “The View” this morning, all five of the crones were discussing the virgin birth of Jesus Christ as if it was some sort of historical fact. Folks: IT IS NOT. No free thinker with a working brain believes that crap.
A friend and I were discussing this excellent blog, and the subject of our own final resting places came up.
My final wishes:
1. Harvest any organs and fluids that might be useful.
2. Feed the red meat to hungry animals.
3. Anything left over, bury in the dirt.
4. It doesn’t matter where you bury the detritus, as long as it’s in a field where kids can use my headstone as third base in pick-up baseball games.
First, I am pretty damn sure that there have people in African with guns who could have shot any elephant that actually needed shooting.
Second, you filmed a goddamned video so you could brag about it. You don’t see vets at animal shelters filming themselves as they put down injured animals.
Cut the crap. You went on an animal hunt. Even if these were dangerous animals, you shot them for the thrill of being able to hunt an endangered species, you complete dick.
You know for someone who drops the F-bomb and and talks about boobs as much as I do, I sure do have a lot of fundamentalist Christian friends. Or maybe that’s WHY I have a lot of fundamentalist friends.
You are at McDonalds, sitting behind a BLACK laptop with an “Acer” logo. That silver Apple logo you plasted on the screen doesn’t mean you are are using an Airbook.
AFTER insurance, the co-pay for a certain person’s physical therapy is going to cost $25 a session. They want to do three sessions a week. That comes to $75 a week, or roughly $300 a month.
The therapy itself? Walking around in a warm pool for less than a hour.
I saw 15 minutes of one of those damn “Saw” movies once. That was enough for me. Oh, I’m sure there are some wonderful performances and some fine special effects.
But regardless, these movies are crap. They are designed to enrich people by selling movie tickets to people who are thrilled by people impaled and dismembered. I’m not going to try to predict what effect watching this crap will have on teen and 20-something minds. I’m not a psychologist.
But there has to be a more honest way to make a living. Selling pot, maybe, or pole dancing. Politics? Probably not.
All I know it’s perfectly normal to like looking at naked people. It’s not normal to get off on looking at people sawing off their own feet for two hours.
I don’t care how much I like your food. I don’t care how loyal a customer I have been in the past. I don’t care how much your waitress calls me “hon” or “sweetie” (which i really like, by the way). If you wait on someone who came in after I did before you take my order, I am very, very likely to walk out and never come back, and then blog about it.
Seriously. This is a big thing. So it behooves you to make sure that never happens again.
Please to not call me and tell you you are five minutes away and that would would like me to meet you are the door to my apartment building. Call me when you GET to my apartment building and I will come down to meet you. That is all.
The Woodruff High School German Club once went on a trip to this place:
Yeah, it was about as cool as you would expect. But if you were lucky, you might get to sit next to a cute chick on the bus. Lots of long term high school relationships (i.e., longer than one semester) started on field trips.
So last Friday Ms. Griebich, trigger finger throbbing and seething with rage, stomped into her building’s brand-new Scream Room and let fly with a 10 minute explosion of mega-decibel curses, threats, punches, and kicks. A full-blown, no-holds-barred temper tantrum smack-dab in the middle of the Waco Post Office, yet completely private and 100% safe. No one else even noticed. After a 5 minute cool-down, Ms. Griebich calmly opened the door and went back to work with a smile. Impressive.
USPS executives are already singing Scream Room praises and proudly estimate that some 120 lucky postal service employees remain alive today, just one week after installation completion, as a result. Overall Post Office morale, customer service, and junk mail delivery times have vastly improved as well.
Hearing of the USPS’s glowing Workplace Scream Room® success, organizations across America have begun clamoring for this breakthrough employee stress-relief device. Orders are now rolling in from offices, stores, and nunneries across the nation.
Post workers think they have it tough. Pansies. Try working in a call center.
Yeah, I just approved some comments that were held in moderation for wayyyyyy to long. I’m resurrecting some underutilized blogs, and I noticed the posts.
Well, you just knew that after they abandoned Godless communism, the Fundies in Russia would find a way to remind folks why banning religion seemed so appealing at the time:
A senior official of the Russian Orthodox Church called for the end to the “monopoly of Darwinism” in Russian schools during a recent talk in Moscow, according to Reuters (June 9, 2010). “Darwin’s theory remains a theory,” Hilarion Alfeyev, the Metropolitan of Volokolamsk and a permanent member of the Holy Synod of the Patriarchate of Moscow, was quoted as saying. “This means it should be taught to children as one of several theories, but children should know of other theories too.”
Yeah, whatever.
Will the sun rise in the East and Set in the West? Well that’s the theory.
On Monday, Disney gave Aline Brosh McKenna seven figures for a live-action Cinderella pitch. Today, Pajiba finds out that we’re also getting another Wizard of Oz sequel / reimagining / what-have-you, from a gal who played a reimagined Cinderella some 12 years ago. According to their sources, Warner Bros and Flower Films are resurrecting Surrender Dorothy, and Flower head Drew Barrymore will make this her second directorial feature (following Whip It).