Mutti Chronicles

It’s that time of the month again. No, not that time of the month. But time for the Fruit of the Month Club. This month it’s peaches! Yum yum! In case I left out last month, it was cherries. Not so yum, yum. Actually they gave me a stomach ache. Well, and now I have 3 more days off in a row to enjoy my peaches. And perhaps I’ll bake an apple pie! Maybe I should throw some peaches in?

I got 2 amusing e-mails at work today. E-mail #1 informed us that we will be issued ID badges to use to get into our building from now on. The badges must be displayed prominently on our person at all times while we are on company premises. They must be worried that some crazed employee will break in and go on some manic crime spree or something. Hell, most days I don’t have time to leave my desk and go to the bathroom let alone go on a crime spree. And some of those Eastbay workers are dangerous let me tell you.
Amusing (or not so) e-mail #2 informed us that all requests for time off between Nov 21st and Dec 24th will, and in bold print, be denied.

Anyone up for a good game of ‘Let’s torture your prospective employee’? I just returned from job interview number blah, blah, blah…..where I got to play a kind of psychological game of answering deep, introspective questions about life, etc. I showed up looking decent, hair neat, on time (early as a matter of fact) I expected the usual questions about my current employer and why I wanted to leave them. No, no, no! No such questions. Just a long list from an interviewer’s handbook. Questions about life and your psyche and the like. At least 10 pages worth. I kept waiting for him to ask the question about which 3 things I would most want to take with me to a deserted island. But I think they were just trying to decide whether I was an axe murderer or a child molester.

…next time you decide to throw eggs at my Pontiac, I will hunt you down and find you! It might not be much of a car but it’s paid for! Don’t worry, I’ll find you!

Afterthought…That sounds a little harsh. How about I just come to your house and throw a few eggs….But I’m still wondering what our ferocious watchdog was doing during all of this.

Monday…Go to my place of employment. Work sucks. What else is new? They ask me if I’d like to work extra hours. I decline their offer. Come home. House is being painted. Looking pretty good.
Tuesday…No work. Some nice person has taken my hours for Tuesday. Stay home. Five good looking college guys with no shirts on painting the house. The down side to this…Everytime I go into the bathroom, I find one of them outside the window painting something.
Wednesday…Back to my place of employment. They ask me again if I want to work extra hours. I guess they didn’t believe my answer from Monday. Painting is finally done. House looks good.
Thursday…Day off. Goof off. Take Digby to the vet. They tell me yes, he’s finally big enough for the operation.
Friday…Back to my place of employment. Nothin’ new there.
Saturday…Take two hours to install new light fixtures to garage.( The nice college dude with no shirt on breaks one while painting.) My employer calls again to ask if I’d like to work extra hours. I guess they didn’t believe the answer from either Monday or Wednesday.

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