The Psychic Said

Last Saturday I went to a psychic fair. They have one around here every four or five months. Usually I just get a book or tarot deck, or maybe a couple of crystals. This time I decided to splurge. My birthday is the beginning of next month, so I was going to get something special. I was going to get a necklace or ring or something, but didn't really like any of them. I finally decided to get a tarot reading, just for fun. They are expensive, $30, but I had the money and nothing else caught my eye. Here is the exciting future the psychic told me about.

I am going to move, either in a couple of months, or much later. Hmm, that probably applies to 90% of the human population of this planet.

She could tell I have pets, and even knew they were dogs. I think that probably applies to 40% or 50% of the population. She said I am going to get another dog. Sounds possible. She also said I am going to get a horse. Although I wrote about getting a horse as bubonic plague insurance, I don't really think that is going to happen.

She said my husband was going to change occupations, which he is thinking about, but she said he was going to go into construction, which is as likely as him taking up brain surgery. She also said he is going to start doing more of the cooking around the house. I don't know if that is possible. He already does about 99% of the cooking. Just about the only thing I cook around here is microwaved popcorn. I do bake cookies every now and then, and maybe once a month I cook dinner. Well, maybe once every other month.

Every now and then I'm doing something and remember some pearl of wisdom the psychic told me. Half of my sentences seem to start with "the psychic said...."

We had a furniture burning party Friday night. My couch and loveseat were past their last legs. We bought them after the flood in 93 from the Salvation Army thrift store. They weren't in pristine condition at the time, but they were better than lawn chairs and 5 gallon buckets. 10 years and 3 dogs later they were pretty much trashed. Since my husband wasn't working last week he got to spend some quality time with his mom. They found a really nice couch (at another resale store) for $80. I was kind of worried about what it would look like, but it's really nice. It even matches a recliner his mom gave us last year. We threw the old livingroom set out in the yard Thursday, then Friday our neighbor let us use his truck to haul it to my brother's property by the Mississippi. He replaced his carpet that his dog chewed up with hard wood flooring, so he needed to get rid of his carpet and the pad. So there was a great big pile of trash to burn when we got done. It was a real blaze. I loved it.

No Diggity

Well, I thought my husband was going to get that big promotion, but he didn't. As a matter of fact, he sort of got a demotion. Actually, he got so pissed off he quit. Here's the whole sad, sad story.

First, my husband's supervisor fired the general manager of the restaurant that he worked at. He told my husband he didn't want to make him general manager right away. My husband had three weeks to bring down food cost and labor cost and get everything in line, and then he would get the promotion. I wasn't there, so I don't know if he actually said my husband would get the promotion, or if he just implied it. So my husband worked like a dog for three weeks, bringing the store up to snuff (whatever that means), and then after three weeks his supervisor told him he decided to transfer a general manager from another store into his restaurant instead of promoting my husband. He said it was only going to be temporary. Just three or four months.

My husband was disappointed, but luckily one of the owners had warned him about the transfer so he wasn't taken completely by surprise. He tried to look on the bright side of things. He had been working like a slave for the past three weeks, and putting off the promotion for a while would give him a chance to relax and catch his breath. He could wait a little longer for the big promotion. Then things took a sudden turn for the worse.

Out the blue last Saturday his supervisor came in and told him he was transferred to a different restaurant 70 miles from our house. He wouldn't get a raise or any money for mileage. Plus, if he took the transfer he would never go back to the store he had been working at. If he didn't want to accept the transfer he would be fired.

Well, that was a bunch of shit. I can't believe his supervisor actually thought he would go along with such a brain dead idea. I think part of it was the new general manager's fault. The supervisor didn't want to keep four managers, so one was going to have to go. Everybody knew my husband wanted to be general manager, and the new general manager said he thought my husband wouldn't be able to just be part of the team instead of the main man. So he would rather get stuck working with two other managers that don't know their ass from a whole in the ground than work with somebody who actually knows what they're doing. His loss.

What's funny is now that he's gone the owners have been calling singing the blues. One of them wants to have a meeting with him sometime next week, but I don't know what he wants to talk about. My husband is already setting up meetings with other restaurants. I don't think he'll have any problem getting a new job. The only way that he would consider going back to where he was working is if they gave him a nice raise and made him general manager in the store he used to work at.

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Here's something else for the smaller kids. Jesus Himself! This site even has a Moses doll, and it says they are going to come out with a Buddha doll. At least this site doesn't tell kids they ought to hate their parents, or give their parents' credit card numbers to the friendly telephone operators for a 'love offering' in exchange for the 'free' Play Station.'