Shan was in Old Town tonight and just called me from the street. She was coming out of the Sugar House Day Spa and witnessed a Mercedes hit a Jeep, then a cop car smash into the Mercedes. Suddenly, two shots rang out and she saw a guy with a bloody shoulder running into an alley, with an off-duty cop (she assumes) running after him. And she heard the second guy say, “I shot him.” She jumped in her car and called me to tell me all about it. Damn. Gotta watch the news tonight! I can’t believe anything so fucked-up would happen in quaint little Old Town!
Waste of a day
April 29th, 2004, 12:20 PM by GoddessBack to work. Meaning: back to 60 hours a week of pain, agony and torture.
Speaking of pain, agony and torture, Shan and I went out to lunch to the wretched new restaurant next door. Not only did the service suck ass (although the food was passable, if not overpriced), the Upper McManagement became seated at the very next booth. I swear, 400 available seats in the house, and they stick all of us together. Perfect. We were stressed out the whole time and talked in hushed tones. So did they, although I did overhear discussions about raises, salaries and job descriptions.
I found out today that Frosty the H.R. Queen discards negative evaluations done by staff and leadership on the executive director (Cruise Director). No wonder dipshit always gets “favorable” reviews — how could he not, when the rest of our surveys hit the trash?
Funny
April 29th, 2004, 7:27 AM by GoddessWedding dress sold on E-Bay. You’ve got to see the photos and read this guy’s story!
Thanks to Leslie for the laugh!