Vacation Version 2007

So, I'm all jealous of people who get to go on actual vacations around now-ish. I can't afford to take the time off work so I don't get to go on for real vacation. As a result, I feel like going out of town this weekend. The craziest thing happened when I decided that. I told people I wanted to go to Newport, so that's what we're doing this weekend. Who'd have thought that if you said you wanted to do something other people might actually agree?! Perhaps I should try this more often. I usually just wait for someone to tell me to do something.

I don't know what we're going to do in Newport. There's not much to do outside of drinking at Haufbrauhaus or however it's spelled. I like the aquarium, but I think I might be the only one. I'm also not sure it's open in the evenings. I know it closes around 6 during the week, probably not much later on weekends. I should check that out, though. I could start practicing this whole telling people what I want to do thing.

Something Just Went Bump in my House

I think I made the kiddies at work mad tonight. I've decided that I'm tired of getting in trouble for stupid shit they do, so I'm making them follow the rules to the letter. They seem to think that's unfair. But, I follow the rules, too, so at least I'm not being a hypocrite. I often let them make a pizza and eat it in the back, but I'm sick of having them all standing in the back while I run the kitchen by myself, so no more pizza eating unless they're on break, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. We all got tired of cleaning up their glasses all over the store, so now nobody gets drinks unless they drink them at the bar and put the glass away themselves, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. I got in trouble last week because the employee bathroom smelled like smoke, so now everyone gets to clock out and go out to the dumpster to smoke, which is how it's supposed to be anyway. They all get pissy about it, but they're just going to have to deal. Jacci's going to be a giant, rule-following bitch now. No one's going to want to work with her at all.

KerSPLAT

I splatted an opossum all over my car tonight. The stupid thing just appeared in the road in front of my car and I couldn't do anything to avoid him. I did hit the brakes, so it's possible he didn't actually die when I hit him, which I'd actually feel pretty bad about. It sounded like he exploded, though. A big, juicy rodent explosion. That's so gross. He shouldn't have been practicing his Houdini act in the middle of a heavily traveled state route. But at least I didn't smack this one in the face.