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I'm tired. I've been awake too long, and my feet hurt. Long shift at work tonight. First of the month, all the people on welfare come out with their newly recharged cards, and they are in a mood to buy. I actually went the other week and did an online worksheet to see if we qualify for food assistance, since I would very much like to be able to buy the kind of food that people with food stamps can buy. (Though I am thinking of buying some ham this week, as it's very on sale.) But Mike and I have too many assets, hard as that may be to believe. I think our IRAs were a big factor against us. Somehow the fact that we put 50 dollars a month to not living in a refrigerator box in our old age when social security has collapsed means that we are too rich to buy prime rib on the state's dime.
(DISCLAIMER: Food stamps are a lifesaving program that allows many people to not starve. WIC is even better in the not-starving department. I think it's good that people who don't have money can still eat, and I think it's good that kids can have some treats and non-essential food items no matter how much money their parents earn. I'm just somewhat bitter at the rampant abuses any grocery-store worker sees in the system, where people use their food stamp money to buy in bulk the kinds of prime meat and premium food that I might twice a year for special occasions, and then use their own money to buy lots of beer and cigarettes. The system could use a bit of an overhaul, much like our rotisserie.)
In other news, I would trade my next raise for a decent hand mixer at work. Eight dozen deviled eggs, mixed by hand, takes much longer than you might think, even with a potato masher and a pastry bag. I got a nice burn off the rotisserie this week, but have thus avoided any problems with the slicer. If the deli can avoid any accidents for the next five days, we will meet our new safety goal and get Safety Bucks. The deli is a dangerous place to work, by the numbers, we have the lowest days-without-injury of any section of the store. Yikes!
In any case, I was hopping for six and a half hours, no time for a break, and still didn't finish all the stuff my new boss wanted me to do. And I go back in for another six tomorrow afternoon. And I've got a five-page paper due on Tuesday, plus moot court stuff due soon. The good news is, we can pay the rent this month, and have enough for the bills. As long as nothing goes wrong (knock on wood), we're looking like we're going to be okay. But I'm tired. So I'm going to go to bed.
(DISCLAIMER: Food stamps are a lifesaving program that allows many people to not starve. WIC is even better in the not-starving department. I think it's good that people who don't have money can still eat, and I think it's good that kids can have some treats and non-essential food items no matter how much money their parents earn. I'm just somewhat bitter at the rampant abuses any grocery-store worker sees in the system, where people use their food stamp money to buy in bulk the kinds of prime meat and premium food that I might twice a year for special occasions, and then use their own money to buy lots of beer and cigarettes. The system could use a bit of an overhaul, much like our rotisserie.)
In other news, I would trade my next raise for a decent hand mixer at work. Eight dozen deviled eggs, mixed by hand, takes much longer than you might think, even with a potato masher and a pastry bag. I got a nice burn off the rotisserie this week, but have thus avoided any problems with the slicer. If the deli can avoid any accidents for the next five days, we will meet our new safety goal and get Safety Bucks. The deli is a dangerous place to work, by the numbers, we have the lowest days-without-injury of any section of the store. Yikes!
In any case, I was hopping for six and a half hours, no time for a break, and still didn't finish all the stuff my new boss wanted me to do. And I go back in for another six tomorrow afternoon. And I've got a five-page paper due on Tuesday, plus moot court stuff due soon. The good news is, we can pay the rent this month, and have enough for the bills. As long as nothing goes wrong (knock on wood), we're looking like we're going to be okay. But I'm tired. So I'm going to go to bed.
