Filling up the Gas Tank

Our outside temp is in the low 50s (F).  This afternoon's high will be in the low 80s (F).  I'd say we're moving into another warming trend, however these temps are going to begin sinking tomorrow.  After today, we'll have at least a week of daily high temps in the mid 60s (F).  The forecast is also calling for showers.  Showers are good, especially as we head into growing season.

Yesterday was a decent day.  Laundry was done in the morning.  I also got in a good workout.  In the afternoon, I had lunch with proofreader Don at Dockside Willies.  Their menu is large and it's basically a sit down version of fast food.  I had what they call a stax, chicken on top of french fries, it was decent, however, I ordered peanut butter pie and it definitely tasted as though it had been mass produced.  Unfortunately most of the restaurants around here, even those considered up scale, outsource their desert making.   Don also let me borrow this.  Tick Tock, tick tock.

I received an email from the state, my mail-in ballot should be arriving within the next 7 days.  That baby is always filled out and returned ASAP.  

Yesterday, after lunch, I picked up some things at my local Giant supermarket and then filled up my gas tank.  Giant lets you earn bonus points on your purchases which can be deducted from the cost per gallon.  Yesterday, had I not been able to use those points, it would have cost me $55 to fill up my tank.  Because I don't drive a lot, that fill-up will last me at least 2 weeks.  There are people who don't shop at Giant, who don't get discount points, and who drive much more than I do; their gas expense must be downright exorbitant. 

I understand the Orange Anus read some sort of Bible verse in which the thought he was talking about himself.

Rumors are swirling that he's going to pardon Ghislaine Maxwell.  Isn't this what all pedophiles do?

Finally, his approval rating is down to 33%.  That's the Republican cultists plus about 5% of voters who are wacked out in the brain.   Don't worry, it will keep going down.  Nothing can save him now.  The question is will he get down to 25%?  George W. Bush was that low.  I think that's a doable target.

 

The Five Alarm Fire

 I slept in a bit this morning, jumping out of bed at 0646, that's very late for me.  At that point the outside temps were 53 (F).  They have climbed to 60 (F).  I'm already wearing my day shorts; why not enjoy the heat while it's here?  Overnight the temps are going to be dropping back to what's considered seasonable, but only briefly.  Friday and Saturday we will again have daily highs in the 80s (F).  While there's a cooler forecast in the future, as with all weather predictions, we will have to wait and see.

And I did work yesterday.  The store was slow.  Last week I hit three of my goals, I failed on credit.  I don't have a problem with that.  The first thing my supervisor said to me when she saw me was to tell me there is a Store Walk on Friday.  Not a word about my last weeks performance.  But regional people are going to be in the store on Friday and they want things to look spiffy diffy.  My response was to shrug.  I don't work on Friday.  Besides, I've been with the giant orange retailer long enough, and in high enough positions, to realize that these walks are never intended to be anything more than show.  If the store is doing well they signal a sign of approval, if the store is doing poorly they're an indicator that you need to do better.  These people don't walk down the aisles saying "problem, problem, problem."  That's well below their paygrade.  They are symbolic at best.

Otherwise, yesterday was pretty much meh.  They still had loads of ice cream at work, so I ate 2 bowls:  blueberry pie, and peanut butter cup.  I guess the only other important thing to happen was that the stitches around my extraction site (I like the way that sounds, extraction site), have disappeared.  The healing process is going along well.  At this point, I'm eating just about anything I want.

Of course this happened yesterday as well.

Someone needs to tell Blondie Locks that it's not just this illegal war, it's Everything.  It's Everywhere.  And it's all at once.

In a new University of Massachusetts poll, the approval rating for the Orange Anus has dropped to 33%.  In response, Orangie posted some dipshit comment on his failing Truth Social platform that damned our allies for turning against him.  Oh, and he also posted about the Trump Library which is to be in Florida, the land of hurricanes.  As phallic towers go, this one is super tall, and there will be graced with two giant, phallic statues of him.  There was nothing about an alter for sacrificing prepubescent girls, though I'm sure one is detailed in the plans somewhere.

One of the big headlines this morning is that the average price of gas is now at least $4.00 per gallon.  The last time it was this high was in 2022, which was when Biden was trying to fix the broken economy left over from Orangie's first term.  For those who ride bikes, pump up your tires because it's going to go higher.  And as gas goes higher, so does everything else.  This is why Meg with her phony hair extensions is shrieking five alarm fire.  

Those surrounding Orangie know what's going on, that's why reports of numerous shell companies being set up with offices in the Cayman Islands are beginning to surface.  They know this five alarm fire is going to take out their cash cow, so they're going to steal as much as possible, as fast as possible.

Gassed!!!

So, for the past couple of days our store has been having a new generator installed, something used only in case of emergencies.  Installation is being done by people who work specifically for the home office out of Atlanta.
Yesterday morning, I'm sitting at the Flooring desk with a fellow associate, and I see one of the installers walking down the aisle in his orange shirt emblazoned with 'Generator Crew' and I ask him how it's going.
And he says "Terrible, we hit a gas line.  I need to speak to a manager right away."  As I picked up the phone, he continued, "I called 911 and UGI and they're all on their way."  When the Manager answered, I handed off the phone and listened to the installer repeat himself - by this time you could smell natural gas as it began to ooze around the showroom.  If you've never smelled natural gas, it has a sickly sweet smell, the scent of poison since it can easily kill you.
A few seconds later all associates were told to evacuate the customers and themselves from the building.  Most people were very compliant you could smell the fumes in Electrical, and Paint.  The back aisle of the building was quickly turning into no man's land.
But then there were the assholes.  The morons like the guy who said, "well, can't you get that sink down out of the overhead since I don't want to come back later."  Or the woman who was standing by the paint wall, fanning her nose with a paint chip, as though that was going to keep the gas away.  Most customers understood the seriousness of the situation, got in their cars, and left.  But there were also the dawdlers who failed to understand that a stray spark could blow up the building, and they... moved... slowly.  Maybe they were just inherently stupid, I don't know.  There was a woman who became rather adamant that we ring her up, and her cart was rather full.  Of course, we shut her down and told her she needed to leave the building immediately.
In the end, UGI turned off the gas and we were all allowed back in the building - 2 hours later.  The man who wanted the sink, the woman with the paint chip, and the aggravated woman at the registers?  They never returned.  I don't think those people will ever understand that their inconvenience could very well have turned out to be fatal for them.  Imagine, dying because you can't decide on a paint color.