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Dang! Saudi Arabia just put one in! At half time, it was Tunisia 1, Saudi Arabia 0, and more importantly it was Tunisia's first World Cup goal since their 3-0 victory over Mexico in Argentina 1978, which made them the first African team ever to win a World Cup game. So go them. If I knew how to say "Go Team!" in Arabic, I would. Especially now that it's tied and the U.S. commentators are still a bunch of dickheads, as always. As much as I enjoy disagreeing with them, they're also frequently annoying enough to make me switch to Univision.

In other news, German police have already started arresting Polish soccer hooligans, and I just saw a report that said two rival groups of Polish Hooligans arranged a practice fight before today's match against Germany, which I'll be missing because of work. I have yet to call in late to work on account of the World Cup, but I've been plenty late a few times already. Today I might've been on time except for that last goal, dangit. I should probably just tell work to not expect me in before 11 any time next week.

Ok, really going now.

Really.

SB 1000, which would create same-sex civil unions in Oregon, passed the state senate this morning. Now the question is: will its "insert 'and civil union' after all references to marriage in the state Constitution, and while you're at it, substitute 'spouse' or 'partner' for all references to 'husband' or 'wife'" form survive the House, much less pass?

Ok, going to work now.

Happy dead bird(s) day, if you celebrate it, and happy eating too much day if that's your thing. And even if you're not into the commemorating a temporary and possibly fictional peace between extremist Christian emigrants from Europe and the natives of the New World, I wish you a very happy Buy Nothing Day tomorrow. Here in Eugene, Morning Glory (an awesomely delicious hippie coop café) is giving away free food to celebrate, and I'm looking forward to maybe bringing them some vegan treats or something. Also walking there and back in an effort to get my metabolism sped up to the point where maybe I'll digest some turducken. Oof.

I am thankful to be high enough up on the food chain that eating dead birds (or not) is a choice for me, and also that I'm economically well-off enough to buy free-range dead birds for eating when they are available. Also I am thankful for my house and my boy and my kitty and my friends and even my job but that last is slightly colored by the fact that I'm off for a week, woo!

So. I got up a little over 12 hours ago (too early) and got dressed and went to work. I finally clocked out of work a little under 2 hours ago, which means that yes, I worked almost 10 hours today, which is too long. Feh. I even got to work before the other guy scheduled at 6 AM, but he cut himself during the morning's prep grind, so because I am a very nice person I let him go before me. The lunch rush was kinda brutal today, too. It's very good to be home and to have taken a shower and to be drinking tea and eating biscuits and generally relaxing. Also, I do not have to work again until Saturday at 8 AM. Yay!

I swear, I've been responsible today, too, or at least I've paid my rent (this includes writing not just a check and an envelope but a snarky note to our landlady about how our recycling doesn't get picked up anymore). Also I've checked Amtrak to see how late ouro's train is going to be. Which means it's time to sit on the bed with the cat (who lost his collar two days ago, the little punk) and tell you all about the ( funny-stupid web toy of the moment! )

So scandalous! versacedave, this is all your fault!

Okay, maybe I'll go do some more responsible stuff before I work at 2....

So. According to this here entry, I started at the Glenwood a year ago today. I've got some more stuff to say about it (mostly about how weird it is that there's only 3 cooks senior to me now, after a year) but hey, I've got to go to work!

Happy Birthday, pants_of_doom!

Ok, I better get off my butt and get to work now. But some messages are very important.

So I've been home from work for just over an hour, and I've taken a shower, but I just got the call I was dreading when I left --- the 5 PM guy is sick and hasn't been able to find anyone to replace him. So I'll be going back in to work shortly, perhaps with a stop in between to get a haircut. Yee-haw. Maybe I'll learn to close some more (as far as I can tell so far, this just involves a lot of cleaning and putting lids on stuff and remembering to turn off all the appliances that don't need to run overnight). Chances are they'll let me go as soon as possible, though, since I'm working at 7 AM tomorrow, and it would be really shitty to not be done until 11 PM, which is usually when the closers finish up. On the other hand, sticking around might be good practice for next week: Spearhead is in town on Thursday, and I'm thinking of going despite the fact that I have to work at 7 the next day. Depending on how today goes, it'll probably decide whether or not I go with that plan. Whee! Ok, better get going now.

So today I got to work a little before 7, like I usually do, and there was no one in the kitchen, although it looked like the usual opening was more or less in progress. I got to the registers to check in, and the first server I saw said, "Oh good! We have a cook!" Uh-oh.

Turns out the usual opener (Lisa) got to work but wasn't feeling very well and eventually got sent home. The manager on duty was on the phone trying to get ahold of another cook, but no luck. He ended up being my toast monkey while I held the line for close to two hours, running on nothing but pure adrenaline and the constant, dreadful feeling that I must've forgotten something ( It was the bacon, but even that turned out okay eventually. )

I had my first break at 11 and then it finally occurred to me to ask: did this mean I'd be working tomorrow? When I left a little after 2:30, it was still unclear whether Lisa would be sufficiently recovered to work (i.e. whether I'd have to cover for her). I rode my bike home the long way to relax, bitched to Peter for awhile before taking a nice long relaxing shower, but half an hour ago the phone rang and guess what? I'm opening tomorrow. Whee, ha.

I think it's time I asked for a raise. I mean, I held my own today under circumstances that would have made our other opener seriously freak out, and they're trusting me to open tomorrow, not him (although, granted, he's the 7 AM, so even if I'm super-slow he can probably have me caught up in no time). The manager who helped me on line today is the same guy who a few weeks ago gave me a bit of a talking-to, saying I needed to pick up the pace, but he's asking me to open tomorrow, so yeah. If they're gonna let me play like one of the big kids, then I'd like to get paid more like one of the big kids.

Oy vey. I stayed up kinda late last night playing with LJ style crap, thinking I only had to work today and could rest up over the weekend. I'd better go to bed early tonight, but before then I'm going to be really nice to myself. I see a lot of lounging around in bed in my future, even if the cat is being really loud and resentful at being locked inside so he can't make more trouble with the neighbor kitties.