The Mark(ings) of Zorro
"As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
H.L. Mencken
 
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And finally, here are a few books I might recommend for your edification and amazement.


 
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What's the Matter with Kansas?

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

by El Zorro Viejo (aka; Jim)

And so it goes...
 
Today we learned who our new Store Manager (SM) is to be. He is currently the manager of one of the other stores in this general area. That means that there is still a store short a SM. Plus, the newest store in the region just had both the SM and one of the Assistant Store Managers (ASM) give their notice. And there is at least one other SM who is actively interviewing. All in all, it adds up to a number of vacancies in the T/O. I expect either to see a flurry of activity filling these positions, or our beloved (cough-cough) Regional Director could very well find herself "pursuing other opportunities".
 
I'm facing reality, though. If all things remain the same, one of the other lead booksellers will get the Department Manager slot that is open in our store. I think it is because 1) I was hired originally as a part-time employee and 2) because my hours are somewhat circumscribed by my need to be the daycare person for the granddaughter. I am never there weekdays before 4 pm, and I think that really hurt my chances. On the other hand, we may have to go through the whole process again, and, if we do find that happens, I'll try to be more proactive.
 
Speaking of the granddaughter, I was 1/2 hour late for work today because I couldn't find one of her shoes. At 3:15pm we had both shoes and all I had to do was clean up the kitchen from lunch, and we were outta there. However, when I went to put her shoes on at 3:25, there was only one to be found. For the next 50 minutes I searched high and low for that damn shoe. I was finally reduced to opening all drawers and cabinet doors at her level looking for it. In the process, I opened the door to the dishwasher primarily because I hadn't opened it before and I wanted to cross it off the list. Needless to say, that is exactly where the missing shoe was. Neatly placed between two dishes, it was waiting to be washed. She smiled at me when I found it, and then went on with what she was doing at the time. She is turning into a real little pistol, that one...


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