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cyranoIt's been a long while between updates. But not a lot has been going on, so you haven't missed much. The holiday spirit is in full presence at the airport, including the little eighty year old woman shouting "This is bull shit!" at the top of her lungs across the terminal.
(Are there really that many people who never knew that sometimes in San Francisco in the winter we have weather?)
And there's rumor that in January there will be another shift bid and thus probably new working hours.
Here's some of the stuff that's caught in the lint trap of my brain this past week or maybe more.
I've been having trouble sleeping since probably about Thanksgiving. Getting about six hours a night even when I get to bed on time. It's like my body pokes me in the afternoon and says "So, wanna go to bed now?" And I say "Um. No. I'm working. (Or driving down 101, I really can't remember right now.)" And it says "Oh. Well. See you in about twelve hours then. Bye bye."
Most everybody seems to be going away for Christmas. Big shock, I know. The housemate will be gone for a week and a half. This is not a call for pity and sympathy but a simple accounting of facts when I say that it'll be rough for me.
My new schedule has me getting off work at four. At the airport, flights leave in 'blocks'--a whole bunch of flights depart, then it's quiet while planes come in again, wash rinse repeat. One of the biggest blocks of the day is the four o'clock block It starts a little before three-thirty and isn't over until around four-twenty.
At first, because I was stupid and was not considering the mechanics of power, I thought this was kind of cool because if I felt like picking up an extra fifteen minutes or so I could work the end of the block and if I just wanted to go the hell home I could cut out.
However, the new schedule also has most of the people who used to start at two-thirty now starting at three, four, even five o'clock. So I don't often have the option to drop what I'm doing at four because I may be working a gate and flights all by myself, or in a critical position that we can't afford to lose. So I feel like Corporate trimmed my day to seven and a half hours to avoid paying me overtime and then squeezes me for the extra time when it's convenient for them. Not so thrilled about that feeling.
And while I'm on the topic of the proles and the revolution. Mark pointed out recently that it's not just rich people who are invested in the stock market these days. Is it possible that The Working Man is now much more willing to make sacrifices in his rights and working conditions in order to make the stock more profitable because he directly profits from his own sacrifice? And is this a benefit for him, or is it just The Man throwing scraps to the dog to keep it happy?
I got to go to the munch again on Wednesday. We all sat out in front of the restaurant because there was some sort of live music performance inside. I felt a little bad for them because there was like one person in the entire place who was listening to them.
But we got to be outside and it started pouring down rain which was fun (we were under the porch so there was minimal soaking until we had to leave) and the conversation was quite pleasant.
I am a little surprised to announce that there is a 2003 mix of Slouching Toward Bethlehem, now with 30% more Pretenders.
(Are there really that many people who never knew that sometimes in San Francisco in the winter we have weather?)
And there's rumor that in January there will be another shift bid and thus probably new working hours.
Here's some of the stuff that's caught in the lint trap of my brain this past week or maybe more.
I've been having trouble sleeping since probably about Thanksgiving. Getting about six hours a night even when I get to bed on time. It's like my body pokes me in the afternoon and says "So, wanna go to bed now?" And I say "Um. No. I'm working. (Or driving down 101, I really can't remember right now.)" And it says "Oh. Well. See you in about twelve hours then. Bye bye."
Most everybody seems to be going away for Christmas. Big shock, I know. The housemate will be gone for a week and a half. This is not a call for pity and sympathy but a simple accounting of facts when I say that it'll be rough for me.
My new schedule has me getting off work at four. At the airport, flights leave in 'blocks'--a whole bunch of flights depart, then it's quiet while planes come in again, wash rinse repeat. One of the biggest blocks of the day is the four o'clock block It starts a little before three-thirty and isn't over until around four-twenty.
At first, because I was stupid and was not considering the mechanics of power, I thought this was kind of cool because if I felt like picking up an extra fifteen minutes or so I could work the end of the block and if I just wanted to go the hell home I could cut out.
However, the new schedule also has most of the people who used to start at two-thirty now starting at three, four, even five o'clock. So I don't often have the option to drop what I'm doing at four because I may be working a gate and flights all by myself, or in a critical position that we can't afford to lose. So I feel like Corporate trimmed my day to seven and a half hours to avoid paying me overtime and then squeezes me for the extra time when it's convenient for them. Not so thrilled about that feeling.
And while I'm on the topic of the proles and the revolution. Mark pointed out recently that it's not just rich people who are invested in the stock market these days. Is it possible that The Working Man is now much more willing to make sacrifices in his rights and working conditions in order to make the stock more profitable because he directly profits from his own sacrifice? And is this a benefit for him, or is it just The Man throwing scraps to the dog to keep it happy?
I got to go to the munch again on Wednesday. We all sat out in front of the restaurant because there was some sort of live music performance inside. I felt a little bad for them because there was like one person in the entire place who was listening to them.
But we got to be outside and it started pouring down rain which was fun (we were under the porch so there was minimal soaking until we had to leave) and the conversation was quite pleasant.
I am a little surprised to announce that there is a 2003 mix of Slouching Toward Bethlehem, now with 30% more Pretenders.
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:35 am (UTC)I had a dream about you last night (night before?), or rather about your journal. You had posted two things about cookies (the kind you eat), and one post had 753 comments and the other had 694 comments.
Marriachi Christmas music is possibly worse than regular marriachi music.
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-12 10:58 am (UTC)2) Cookies are safe to comment on, and thus provoke many comments. C is for 'Comment', that's good enough for me.
3) I will see about not putting any Mariachi Christmas music on my mix disc. However, I am still very fond of the flamenco 'Hotel California'.
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Date: 2003-12-12 10:59 am (UTC)Although I may do it next year, as there seems to be an annual update to this project.