5/31/05
A quiet evening playing Harvest Moon. I ate leftovers and remarked upon how chilly it had gotten outside, dipping down into the low fifties. Nothing of note took place, simply a shower and more sleep before returning to the grind. An evening thunderstorm had me shut everything down but all is well here in Colorado Springs.

I have to learn to separate myself from my job once again. Denying applications used to be my way to express disdain for various frauders. People without jobs will apply stating they're caretakers or child care professionals. Of course the work numbers given are always cell phones with really bad rap music or someone's home where they'll insist that it's the God's honest truth that the residential number is a business.
Plus if these people are taking care of the elderly, most certainly they're ripping off the Social Security benefits at the beginning of the month while the old person subsists on Fancy Feast.
Wait, Fancy Feast is expensive. Nine Lives. No, no, the store brand stuff with extra ash.
If they are truly taking care of kids, there is no hope for America because these will be the festering sewers which spawn criminal minds.

Pointless, mean-spirited but fucking hell I need to get that off my chest.

One event stood out this weekend and the memory came back once I saved index.php and closed out of EditPlus. Safeway hasn't had any seltzer in cans for the past two weeks. This weekend I decided to enquire at the front desk and the woman got someone on the horn and told me that this other person said they just restocked the shelves with seltzer. I was really happy and surprised but when she asked the last time I checked on the aisle, I told her it was about five minutes ago. We went down, saw that the cupboard was bare and returned to the front.

"So, where's this person who restocked the shelves with the seltzer?" She pointed out her manager and I asked him about the seltzer. I asked and shrugged saying "You told her that you had seltzer freshly restocked on the shelves, where is it?"
"Well it must've sold out."

I did my best raddidge impression, tossed my hair over my shoulder and walked out of there. No rudeness, no cursing, no nothing, just being polite and walking away from the situation like I presume normal people would act in that scenario.
Over at King Soopers I found they were selling liter bottles of seltzer, twenty for ten dollars.

Now if only I could get King Soopers to carry Nathans hot dogs or similar hot dogs, I'll never have to go to Safeway again unless I was really, really, really, really desperate.

raddidge has returned from her mountain retreat. She has verbally expressed to me that this isn't a militia compound or a bunker but simply a rustic retreat from civilization. Under no circumstances is anyone ever to believe any of my nonsense which is intended to cause hijinx.
At most, there were games of cards and a merry frolic around a patch of tiny blue mountain flowers poking out of the sage.
I regret the error.