It's Pride Day!

So it's time for the annual "where will Kiri get burned" poll!

[Poll #520484]

I think...

that I worked my last shift at Cost Plus last night. The bullshit level there has reached epic proportions.

1. When I turned in my new availability schedule to the boss, he complained that I wasn't available for enough hours. WTF, over? This is the same man who has been cutting hours right and left. Now I'm asking to work fewer hours, and he's bitching about it?

2. When I talked to said manager on Thursday, I told him I would work Saturday, but would prefer not to be scheduled for weekends in the future. When I saw the schedule for this week he has me working both today and next Saturday. I gave today's shift to a coworker and I'm not showing up Saturday, which brings us to...

3. Next Saturday is the day I asked off for my birthday. I asked for this, in writing, weeks ago. Sound familiar? The new hire kid (who happens to be the arrogant jerk son of our district manager) has the day off.

It's pathetic. I'm willing to work on the 4th but asked for two days around it. And that's beyond the boss's ability to grant.

I also just don't care anymore. I'm sick of dealing with morons with American Express Plutonium cards. There were three occasions yesterday where I came this close to taking my apron off, dropping it on the counter and announcing to the jerk in front of me "Fuck you, I quit."

Obviously, I was never meant for retail. I'm just not a seller. As far as I'm concerned, if you want it, buy it.

So I'm going to wait until Wednesday to see if I'm really comfortable at Atwood Dental, and then quit Cost Plus. I'd wait until Friday to do it to stick it to the general manager, but I have too much respect for the AMs who close Saturdays to do that to them.

More Pride Day postings.

Lower the flags, crank the amplifiers.

Chet Helms -- celebrated S.F. rock music producer

Chet Helms, a towering figure in the 1960s Bay Area music scene who brought Janis Joplin to San Francisco and ran the Avalon Ballroom during the Summer of Love, died early Saturday after suffering a stroke last week. He was 62.

"Chet Helms was like one of the founding fathers of the music scene here, " said Mickey Hart, drummer for the Grateful Dead and many other bands. "He was really the heart and soul of the music scene here in San Francisco. He was more than just a promoter. The Avalon really captured the spirit and the vibe of the era."

Mr. Helms, who stayed true to his hippie ideals through four decades, died at 12:25 a.m. at San Francisco's California Pacific Medical Center surrounded by a dozen of his closest friends and relatives, said his wife, Judy Davis.

"It was a beautiful death," Davis said. "It was a goodbye party. We all sang to him and told stories. We had a chance to really show our love and say goodbye. He died as he lived -- surrounded by love."

Chester Leo Helms was born Aug. 2, 1942, in Santa Maria (Santa Barbara County), the oldest of three sons of Chester and Novella Helms. When Mr. Helms was 9, his father, who worked in a sugar beet mill, died. His mother took the boys to Texas, where they were raised by a fundamentalist preacher grandfather.

He migrated to San Francisco after dropping out of the University of Texas in 1961 and soon found his way to a boardinghouse at 1090 Page St. Falling in love with rock music after attending a Rolling Stones concert at Civic Auditorium, he began hosting jam sessions in the rosewood-paneled basement ballroom of the Haight-Ashbury house. Big Brother and the Holding Company emerged from those parties, and Mr. Helms, the band's manager, brought old college friend Joplin up from Texas to be their singer.

"Without Chet, there would be no Grateful Dead; no Big Brother and the Holding Company; no Jefferson Airplane, no Country Joe & the Fish; no Quicksilver Messenger Service, and the list goes on," said Barry Melton, the lead guitarist for Country Joe & the Fish.

"He wasn't just a promoter; he was a supporter of music and art. He supported people emotionally, psychologically and psychically. He really made the scene what it was."

Things get complicated...

PODS just called. The West Coast Director wants me to meet with the regional manager.

So I have to call the manager, arrange a meeting, and figure out how to get there. Hopefully, we can do it on an evening or weekend. Because PODS pays more and offers full benefits.

In the wake of today's 16-0 loss..

I write bitter baseball filk.

Wake Me Up When The Season Ends

ttto: "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day

Giants get swept again
Couldn't manage just one win
Wake me up when the season ends

Like the Padres of seasons past
Late in June and we're falling fast
Wake me up when the season ends

Here comes Felipe again
Going to the pen
Doubles and runners score
When will the bleeding end?

As I drink down my beer
Look for something for which to cheer
Wake me up when the season ends

Another guy out for 15 days
We're looting pitchers from single A
Wake me up when the season ends

Praying for Bonds' again
Splah hit homers will return
Wake me up when the season ends

Here comes Felipe again
Going to the pen
Triples and runners score
When will the bleeding end

As I drink down my beer
Look for something for which to cheer
Wake me up when the season ends

Giants get swept again
Couldn't manage just one win
Wake me up when the season ends

Like the Niners' complete collapse
The season's hopes have faded fast
Wake me up when the season ends
Wake me up when the season ends
Wake me up when the season ends

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The Judas Priest ticket

Has been claimed by a family member.