Dishwasher Shopping

I hired a dishwasher a few weeks ago.  He was supposed to start on a Friday, but he called and said a family member was rushed to the hospital, I told him to start the following Friday.  He didn’t show up.  He said that he thought I said Saturday.  He worked on Saturday then the following Thursday.  He did a pretty good job.  On the third Friday he explained that he had been sick all night and couldn’t come in. Must be something about Fridays.  He doesn’t work for me anymore.

I hired a dishwasher who was supposed to start Wednesday.  He never showed up.

Dishwashers.

I don’t believe in any God, nor do I believe in Santa Clause.  I do not think there have ever been any wars fought over the belief in Santa.  Given the choice, I’d take old St. Nick as his impact on the world has been far less destructive.

I’ve mentioned in the past that it’s hard for me to be out in public, especially at a grocery store.  I just think so many people there forget that there are other people in the store trying to shop as well.

I starts when I walk into the store behind someone and stop just inside the door so they can organize their list and coupons without leaving enough room for anyone else to get by.

People with their cart and 4 kids up against the meat display taking 10 minutes to pick out a package of pork chops at that moment when I’m there to buy pork chops.

When stopping your cart while shopping ask yourself if other people can get by.  Just be aware that Dominic might be shopping too and he’s unreasonably irritated by life’s simple occurrences.

There’s no grocery bagger, the cashier has no idea why there’s a rack of bags directly behind her (or him for NPR fans) so they just let the groceries pile up down at the end, and the shopper is above bagging their own items.  Said shopper waits until the cashier (who could have bagged while scanning) has bagged up your groceries to take out the checkbook, find a pen, and ask who to make the check out to.  Or, for the progressive shopper who uses a card, but still waits until the end to jam the card into the slot like they’re trying to get a dagger through an enemy combatant’s breast plate, then push the buttons like they’re typing on a manual typewriter from 1956.

I love the Red Sox.  Red Sox fans not as much, they’re too damn anxious.

The cashier was instructing an 85-year-old couple to download the app so they could track their rewards program points.  The look the couple gave the cashier was one of utter bewilderment.  It appeared the elderly couple was clueless, but I contend that it was the Hannaford employee that was clueless, as she flaunted her obliviousness to the situation.

I get it, apps are how we work now, but we’re no longer able to service folks who are beyond today’s technology.  This is not a new concept, I’m sure the horseless carriage caused similar issues.  We just tend to leave people behind in a sink or swim situation.

You can serve people too much food and charge them for it, or you can give reasonable portions and make going out to dinner a better value.

Recently the tight-assed group 1 Million Moms put enough pressure on that horrible Hallmark Channel to move them to remove a commercial that featured a same-sex kiss.  Shame on the Hallmark Channel for buckling under the pressure from a group of people whose purpose in life is to direct others how to live.  If they wanted to do some actual good in the name of the greatest and most popular work of fiction created, then they would go after con men like Joel Osteen and the other preachers of fables and fantastic stories who make great sums of money preying on the fears of misdirected believers.

While writing some of this I’m listening to The Highwaymen live at Nassau Coliseum recorded in 1990.  These guys are American icons who sing honest songs.

Just a lot of ranting, I know.  Thanks for listening.  Chef’s day is looking good so far today, but it’s early.

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