Hey, can you blame them? A 5 foot woman. 3 foot men. It's like climbing a ladder to heaven. Not that I would know anything about such things. I just repeat what the little people tell me.
I dated a midget once. Okay, she was not exactly a midget, she was 4-11, so it was close. But I never dated a really tall woman (but I would have if given the opportunity).
here, totally unsolcited, is an observation--I am a very early morning person, and I believe AllenS is as well--we end up having to jump into these threads after all you night owls have done your thing.
I regard this, of course, as discrimnation against early risers
I will seek suitable legal redress
Except of course for Allie whom I will continue to try to redress.
Allen, those rotated shifts are murder, I was so glad when nurses no longer had to do them. I worked the night shift for the majority of my 30 years, My circadian rythym, is stuck in night shift.
What is a night shift in your profession? Did you do 8 hour shifts?
I was a pressman on a 4 color web-offset press. We had 3 rotating shifts. The presses ran 24/5, unless there was overtime.
Getting off the afternoon shift was at 11pm Friday, then you had to be back at 11pm Sunday. 48 hours off. Football season, that way totally sucked. Sucked big time. Call in sick on Sunday night when the Super Bowl was played, would cost you your job.
You see I am in the store right now. We will be open until 9pm. Then from 10 to 11 we are preparing UPS shipments and cleaning up and getting ready. Then I go home and cook and if we are lucky we eat at midnight. You can't go right to bed so you stay up till around 3am. Then it starts again tomorrow.
We are trying to change. In fact we have to. But right now that is the rut we are in. It sucks actually. I hate to eat so late. But you got to make the money when you can in this economy.
Allen, it was usually 11PM to 7AM, I worked 12 hour shifts for several years, that was from 7PM to7AM, three days a week and got payed for 80 hours every two weeks. Called the Baylor Program.
Trooper those hours really suck, but if that's when you make the sales, hey gotta do what ya gotta do. I love that there are better choices for women in larger sizes now, my mother carried some extra weight and used to sew all her own clothes because there was nothing decent in the stores.
I used to have a job (both as a musician and a wine steward) at a celeb-infested Hollywoody restaurant. Helped pay the bills until I moved to Boston.
The staff ate around midnight. The food was a bit old by then, but even after five or six hours, the $60 (in 1970's money) entrees were, as they say, to die for. I was a very lucky boy, so it seemed.
Except that I ballooned out two pants sizes and felt crappy until 3:00 the next afternoon, when it was time to go back to work. And I was healthy to start with and in my 20's.
If I did that today, it would literally kill me.
I understand about making money. I am working two jobs to survive. But what you're describing is Not Good For You! ***wags finger***
Realizing that's a loaded statement, I do hope you can get back to normal soon.
It is just going to be for the holidays. I am trying to hire a new person so we don't have to do this. Plus our new thingy is going to force a change in our schedule. We will have no choice.
I worked the night shift in a plastics extrusion factory during the summers. They would hire college kids to fill in for the full time guys taking vacation. At lunch (in the middle of the night) I would eat with a bunch of guys who were missing several digits due to their hands getting caught either between the die plates or the augers that ground up the plastic left over when the caps were pressed.
It had a way of making you want to stay in school.
@Fred: When I was kid, a plastics factory caught fire near where I lived near Madison. It burned for days and days. This was around the time of the Sterling Hall bombing and hippies hated plastics, but the two were unrelated as far as I know.
I've been alive along enough and done enough things to have worked every shift there is, including cross-overs, and also there is no holiday I've never worked, because at one time or another I've worked them all. This goes for both so-called blue collar and so-called white collar jobs as well as free-lance/consulting (self-employed) work as well. In that sense I've worked them all, often one atop and aside another.
Work tends to be work, when it's hard and requires lots of hours, convenient or not.
Snobs exist within every category of work there is from the bottom to the top of the social-economic scale, is what I learned pretty early on in my life, along with slackers, achievers and down-to-earthers, and nothing to date has served to alter that early take on things other than to confirm and strengthen it.
I'm still trying to figure out where "snobs" fit into rcommal's list of worker qualities, and why such a list is there in the first place.
Is that directed at me, because of my youthful job in a fancy restaurant? I told that story simply because it was the one time I've been on a similar schedule to what Trooper is now, at least eating-wise. I learned that rich food at midnight is not healthy. I've certainly worked late hours, but since then, I know eating late will wreak havoc with my innards. Anyone who works late in a restaurant knows this problem.
And I, too, have put in my time in a blue collar: I've been a steelworker, a rail car mechanic, a machinist apprentice, and for the past 30-odd years, an instrument maker. I still am in a blue collar more than most. I do a lot of production work, and I frequently find myself standing at a lathe for 10 or more hours a day. I'm lucky that way, because a lot of guys in this business just sit at benches all day long becoming weirder and fatter. I owe my youthful vigor to frequently working my butt off in a machine shop.
Not as good as being a gardener, but we all play the hands that are dealt us.
I'm lucky that way, because a lot of guys in this business just sit at benches all day long becoming weirder and fatter. I owe my youthful vigor to frequently working my butt off in a machine shop.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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My wife gave me a smack when I told the kids that joke.
But I figure they have to learn sometime.
There's a very good possibility that you've also pissed of Santa Clause. Did you ever consider that?
Hey, can you blame them? A 5 foot woman. 3 foot men. It's like climbing a ladder to heaven. Not that I would know anything about such things. I just repeat what the little people tell me.
I dated a midget once. Okay, she was not exactly a midget, she was 4-11, so it was close. But I never dated a really tall woman (but I would have if given the opportunity).
I don't think Santa was mad. He is sexually fustrated too because as I have previously mentioned he only comes once a year and that's down a chimney.
Can you imagine Santa coming down the chimney at Lindsey Lohan's house when she is drunk and naked and splayed on the couch.
She would have put out cookies and milk and k-y Jelly and condoms by the chimney with care in the hope that horny Old St. Nick would soon be there.
Hey that might be a great Christmas story for the kiddies.
I will have to work on that.
Santa doesn't have to come down a chimney to get his jollies, he haa a wife, Mary Christmas, who takes care of all his needs.
Just sayn'
She more than likely, wraps all of the presents. That's what wives do.
Mrs. Claus needs some tips.
Mrs Claus just doesn't like it that Santa is away on Christmas so she is holding out.
Santa is a big dummy.
Dang Mrs Claus, you had some major work done, who's your plastic surgeon?!
Damn--Troop I got to tell you that was a Playboy joke back in the 60s--still cute though
Mrs. Kringle has a nice figure.
Just saying.
here, totally unsolcited, is an observation--I am a very early morning person, and I believe AllenS is as well--we end up having to jump into these threads after all you night owls have done your thing.
I regard this, of course, as discrimnation against early risers
I will seek suitable legal redress
Except of course for Allie whom I will continue to try to redress.
Bad Santa
oops, undress
Roger, you need to come over for some afternoon delight, I mean here at Troopers house that is.
Roger,
I try to watch every sunrise. It's like the birth of a new day. One more day that I'm glad to be alive. I bet you feel the same way, my friend.
Trooper, I used to work all three shifts, 7am to 3pm, 3pm to 11pm, and then 11pm to 7am. Rotated every 4 weeks. Nice to be retired. Real nice.
I don't like to sleep after the sunrise, I'm afraid that I'll miss something.
Allen, those rotated shifts are murder, I was so glad when nurses no longer had to do them. I worked the night shift for the majority of my 30 years, My circadian rythym, is stuck in night shift.
Ok, so I finally caught up on this blog, and now know what EBL stands for.
Allie,
What is a night shift in your profession? Did you do 8 hour shifts?
I was a pressman on a 4 color web-offset press. We had 3 rotating shifts. The presses ran 24/5, unless there was overtime.
Getting off the afternoon shift was at 11pm Friday, then you had to be back at 11pm Sunday. 48 hours off. Football season, that way totally sucked. Sucked big time. Call in sick on Sunday night when the Super Bowl was played, would cost you your job.
You see I am in the store right now. We will be open until 9pm. Then from 10 to 11 we are preparing UPS shipments and cleaning up and getting ready. Then I go home and cook and if we are lucky we eat at midnight. You can't go right to bed so you stay up till around 3am. Then it starts again tomorrow.
We are trying to change. In fact we have to. But right now that is the rut we are in. It sucks actually. I hate to eat so late. But you got to make the money when you can in this economy.
Allen, it was usually 11PM to 7AM, I worked 12 hour shifts for several years, that was from 7PM to7AM, three days a week and got payed for 80 hours every two weeks. Called the Baylor Program.
Allie,
You gotta do, what you gotta do. Nobody said it was going to be easy.
Trooper those hours really suck, but if that's when you make the sales, hey gotta do what ya gotta do. I love that there are better choices for women in larger sizes now, my mother carried some extra weight and used to sew all her own clothes because there was nothing decent in the stores.
Bread and butter Allen, we said the same thing at almost the same time,lol!
I had to wear hearing protection, steel toed boots. Do you still have all of your fingers?
Allen, my fingers were sometimes in rubber gloves with KY Jelly, doing rectal checks, no teeth down there , so yes I have all my digits.
I once had to fish dentures out of a lady's mouth, who had just passed away, I almost did get bit that time, dead bodies do strange things sometimes.
I will have to entertain you guys and gals with some of my nursing days stories on a slow night.
Trooper: Eating like that is a killer.
I used to have a job (both as a musician and a wine steward) at a celeb-infested Hollywoody restaurant. Helped pay the bills until I moved to Boston.
The staff ate around midnight. The food was a bit old by then, but even after five or six hours, the $60 (in 1970's money) entrees were, as they say, to die for. I was a very lucky boy, so it seemed.
Except that I ballooned out two pants sizes and felt crappy until 3:00 the next afternoon, when it was time to go back to work. And I was healthy to start with and in my 20's.
If I did that today, it would literally kill me.
I understand about making money. I am working two jobs to survive. But what you're describing is Not Good For You! ***wags finger***
Realizing that's a loaded statement, I do hope you can get back to normal soon.
It is just going to be for the holidays. I am trying to hire a new person so we don't have to do this. Plus our new thingy is going to force a change in our schedule. We will have no choice.
I worked the night shift in a plastics extrusion factory during the summers. They would hire college kids to fill in for the full time guys taking vacation. At lunch (in the middle of the night) I would eat with a bunch of guys who were missing several digits due to their hands getting caught either between the die plates or the augers that ground up the plastic left over when the caps were pressed.
It had a way of making you want to stay in school.
@Fred: When I was kid, a plastics factory caught fire near where I lived near Madison. It burned for days and days. This was around the time of the Sterling Hall bombing and hippies hated plastics, but the two were unrelated as far as I know.
That is an attractive woman in the original post - who is she?
I thought that was Mrs. York
Chickie, I did not burn down the plastics factory.
I've been alive along enough and done enough things to have worked every shift there is, including cross-overs, and also there is no holiday I've never worked, because at one time or another I've worked them all. This goes for both so-called blue collar and so-called white collar jobs as well as free-lance/consulting (self-employed) work as well. In that sense I've worked them all, often one atop and aside another.
Work tends to be work, when it's hard and requires lots of hours, convenient or not.
Snobs exist within every category of work there is from the bottom to the top of the social-economic scale, is what I learned pretty early on in my life, along with slackers, achievers and down-to-earthers, and nothing to date has served to alter that early take on things other than to confirm and strengthen it.
I'm still trying to figure out where "snobs" fit into rcommal's list of worker qualities, and why such a list is there in the first place.
Is that directed at me, because of my youthful job in a fancy restaurant? I told that story simply because it was the one time I've been on a similar schedule to what Trooper is now, at least eating-wise. I learned that rich food at midnight is not healthy. I've certainly worked late hours, but since then, I know eating late will wreak havoc with my innards. Anyone who works late in a restaurant knows this problem.
And I, too, have put in my time in a blue collar: I've been a steelworker, a rail car mechanic, a machinist apprentice, and for the past 30-odd years, an instrument maker. I still am in a blue collar more than most. I do a lot of production work, and I frequently find myself standing at a lathe for 10 or more hours a day. I'm lucky that way, because a lot of guys in this business just sit at benches all day long becoming weirder and fatter. I owe my youthful vigor to frequently working my butt off in a machine shop.
Not as good as being a gardener, but we all play the hands that are dealt us.
Nope, it's not directed personally at all.
I'm lucky that way, because a lot of guys in this business just sit at benches all day long becoming weirder and fatter. I owe my youthful vigor to frequently working my butt off in a machine shop.
I love this quote.
I'm sure it's like this in a lot of businesses.
I've had it pretty cushy, I guess, being white collar and skipping a lot of the more grueling jobs, even in my younger years.
But the thing about a white collar job is that you can work it 16 hours—and so often you must.
Back in my political days, we used to go for 10 week stretches with no days off and 12-16 hour days.
That was pretty rough.
The photo is of Snow White in "Once Upon a Time" as played by Ginnfer Goodwin.
Well, she looks good in that picture. Must be the makeup and lighting. The shape of her face reminds me of a favorite ex-gf of mine.
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