10/24/2009
7/03/2009
12/11/2007
December to dos-
o: Rearrange Bird Room into Boys' Room.
o: Clean out garage
o: Drop TU courses
o: Enroll TCC
o: Get perm cap for tooth
o: Talk to doc-
x- Cough
x- depression
x- sleeplessness
x- male birth control?
o: get over it
o: gas up car
o: Call Jess
o: Make Labor/delivery kit
o: Find Retief! books
o: chew out dad?
o: break addiction to comic books.
o: Clean out garage
o: Drop TU courses
o: Enroll TCC
o: Get perm cap for tooth
o: Talk to doc-
x- Cough
x- depression
x- sleeplessness
x- male birth control?
o: get over it
o: gas up car
o: Call Jess
o: Make Labor/delivery kit
o: Find Retief! books
o: chew out dad?
o: break addiction to comic books.
Broken Leg
So, not but late August I went and ran my car into a traffic light pole. Totally smashed the car. Me? I broke my leg. That is all. Well, I do admit to the loss of a shoe (permanently bonded to the gas and clutch pedals) and the general scraping of extremities to be expected of a shattering set of windows. But I only broke my leg.
I do say, for an attempted suicide, I got off rather lightly. One thing though, Never let the fire dudes play with their toys. They spent twenty minutes (a little longer according to the police report, but I'm talking from experience) pushing, pulling, twisting and smashing the wheel and pedals around my leg before a paramedic got impatient and told them to just cut the freaking shoe off me. Twenty seconds later I was in the ambulance.
I spent five or six days in the hospital, waiting for a bed in the psych clinic for half of it, then three days (minimum admittance, I'm told) in the "crisis unit" of a psych clinic, where they decided that I was more mentally stable than most of their nurses. No one, least of all me, could give a satisfactory answer to why i had tried to kill myself, and it all seemed like a surreal dream to me. At least until the bills started marching in.
No less than five separate bills, most in the thousands, and none less than five hundred. Attempted Suicide sucks, I do not recommend it to anyone.
I do say, for an attempted suicide, I got off rather lightly. One thing though, Never let the fire dudes play with their toys. They spent twenty minutes (a little longer according to the police report, but I'm talking from experience) pushing, pulling, twisting and smashing the wheel and pedals around my leg before a paramedic got impatient and told them to just cut the freaking shoe off me. Twenty seconds later I was in the ambulance.
I spent five or six days in the hospital, waiting for a bed in the psych clinic for half of it, then three days (minimum admittance, I'm told) in the "crisis unit" of a psych clinic, where they decided that I was more mentally stable than most of their nurses. No one, least of all me, could give a satisfactory answer to why i had tried to kill myself, and it all seemed like a surreal dream to me. At least until the bills started marching in.
No less than five separate bills, most in the thousands, and none less than five hundred. Attempted Suicide sucks, I do not recommend it to anyone.
12/10/2006
Tipping Guide
Ever wonder how much you should give the pizza guy? Here is a fair and balanced way to decide.
Start off with 10% of the order. This is what you give a guy who shows up right on time who is not terribly polite.
If the guy is 10 or more minutes early, or is really polite and helpful, make it 20%.
If the guy is 15 or more minutes late give him nothing, he obviously didn't try.
If it is raining hard, make the tip a minimum of a dollar assuming he is on time.
If it is snowy or icy, give him an extra 5% on top of whatever else he has earned.
This is really important. Never, and I mean never, give the poor guy the next dollar if it is anything less than $.50, that is just insulting. It is actually better to stiff the guy than to give him a few cents, on the theory that you just didn't want to bother with the change, that he didn't actually earn it.
Start off with 10% of the order. This is what you give a guy who shows up right on time who is not terribly polite.
If the guy is 10 or more minutes early, or is really polite and helpful, make it 20%.
If the guy is 15 or more minutes late give him nothing, he obviously didn't try.
If it is raining hard, make the tip a minimum of a dollar assuming he is on time.
If it is snowy or icy, give him an extra 5% on top of whatever else he has earned.
This is really important. Never, and I mean never, give the poor guy the next dollar if it is anything less than $.50, that is just insulting. It is actually better to stiff the guy than to give him a few cents, on the theory that you just didn't want to bother with the change, that he didn't actually earn it.
11/25/2006
Traditions and difficulties
It is traditional to turn on the porch light when you call for pizza after dark. It is also common sense, seeing as it iondicates you expect someone to be able to see his way to your door, without killing himself tumbling all over your childrens junk.
Also, most major pizza places require you to order parmasan cheese and crushed red peppers when you order the rest of your food. They also specifically do not allow drivers to carry "chz n pprs" in their cars or on their persons. cheese is expensive. it also is a bad idea to leave cheese in a car which can reach 100+ degrees in the summer.
Also, most major pizza places require you to order parmasan cheese and crushed red peppers when you order the rest of your food. They also specifically do not allow drivers to carry "chz n pprs" in their cars or on their persons. cheese is expensive. it also is a bad idea to leave cheese in a car which can reach 100+ degrees in the summer.
11/22/2006
"I didn't think you were comin' back."
I hate customers. Last night I had a delivery with total $21.55. This guy hands me $40.55 and tells me he only wants $19 back. I hand him all the cash on me, total $13, and tell him I'll be right back with the last $6. He asks where his cheese and peppers are. He didn't order cheese and peppers, so I tell him so. He tells me he did and to bring him some. I leave, get change and cheese and peppers, and go back. He answers the door and tells me he didn't think I was coming back. He takes the stuff and hands me $1 "For your troubles." I hate customers.
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