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Saturday, July 13, 2002

Weird stuff is all around us. I used to wait for it. Now it just seems to happen.
There was a time when I wanted the fantastic to happen to me to invade my life. Be careful what you wish for. I had a list of things I wanted to find. Arrowheads, A fossil, and Sharks teeth, were items on my list. I have found them all. I really wanted something strange to happen. I wanted to see a U.F.O., see a Bigfoot, or be haunted by a Ghost. I haven’t seen a U.F.O. or Bigfoot. I haven’t seen a Ghost either but I have had eerie things happen. Thinking back, creepy things have always happened to me. I remember a scout camp out. We went to Cumberland Caverns. The caves were very cool but while trying to get to sleep, I felt a “hugeness” come over me. It felt like I was leaving my body and floating towards the cave ceiling. At the time, I thought it might be claustrophobia. This “hugeness” sensation has occurred several times during the course of my life. I have been told that the sensation could be a kind of astral projection or out of body experience. I don’t really know.
Other weirdness has occurred too. When I was a young teen, I was alone in the house at times. One night while in bed, I heard kitchen cabinets opening and closing. The water faucet in the kitchen would be turned on then off. I just thought mom was home. After several minutes of this, I went downstairs to say hello. No one was there! The sink was wet and drawers and cabinets were open. I was really freaked out! It wasn’t like the movies with all cabinets and all drawers open. It was just a few. I didn’t sleep that night.
Another strange occurrence happened to me while in college in Statesboro. It was summer quarter and I took a couple of classes. The English class I took was taught by one of my friend’s dad. He had a policy that if you missed more than three classes your grade would drop one letter grade. Well, I had missed three days. On this particular day, I had been up all night. At my normal time to get up, I showered, shaved and all those normal things I did to get ready. I remember sitting on the bed in my robe watching “Wheel of Fortune” as usual. I would watch and solve the first puzzle, get dressed and leave for class. The wheel was spinning and the next thing I know the “Muppet Show” was on. That meant it was after 4:00!! Damn! I had fallen asleep and missed class. My grade would drop one letter grade. The “sleep” was like a flash, a blink of the eye. Time was just gone. Still in my robe, I called my buddy and told him I missed his dad’s class. He was like “what are you talking about?” I told him to come over and we would go get dinner. He arrived 15 minutes later. He wondered what I was talking about missing his dad’s class. He proceeded to tell me that he had called me about 3:00. He said I told him about his father’s lecture and class that day! He further said that after my call, he had asked his father if I was in his class that day. His father said “yes”! I wasn’t counted absent. My grade wasn’t lowered. I just have no memory of those few hours. My only question is…did I go to class wearing only my robe?!?!
Then there’s the Shadow People. I see Shadow People all the time. Shadow People are the blacker than black images, silhouettes that you seem to catch a glimpse of out of the corner of your eye. I used to see a “Shadow” man passing the doorway of the kitchen late at night at the restaurant I used to work in. In an old house I lived in, I would see a dark image in the room. It was a darker image than the dark, a blacker area of the blackened room. Very creepy indeed!


posted by Dax Montana 4:34:48 AM

The Evaluation is complete. The checklist was long an involved. Each question was rated Outstanding, Needs Improvment, and Get Outta the Building. Out of 50 questions I only needed to improve like 5 items. Not Bad. Two of the owners sat and grilled me from 11:00 until 1:30. The best part was when I got to make comments and gripe a little. I didn't piss and moan. I just let them know that other managers were not always doing their best at running the business or keeping me informed of what's going on. All in all, it was very positive.

posted by Dax Montana 3:52:17 PM

Got in a little hammock time this afternoon. I watched the weeds in the backyard grow uncontrollably while Quint killed ants. I need to take the Bow outside and tune it up. Deer Season is just around the corner. I have earned 3 extra days off. I can either take cash or time. I want time. The wife wants cash.
I have my Evaluation tomorrow at work. I have several black marks on my short record. Of course, there was that Phone incident. Then there was that kitchen deal where I got backstabbed. On the plus side, I handled 3 bar incidents very favorably. I also have earned the respect of the staff, which translates into increased productivity and lower costs. I believe I have learned the different personalities of the upper management. The owner may be harsh at times and make rash decisions, however I have worked with guys like that for years. It’s simple to deal with the temper. First ignore the tone but remember the message. To shorten the rant look, them in the eye and say, ”Yes Sir, I understand sir, it won’t happen again sir.” I know the evaluation is a critique of my work thus far, and will improve my overall job performance. Bottom line, it translates into more dollars for my family.



posted by Dax Montana 7:00:33 PM

I live in the South and the incest jokes are true. I speak from personal experience. My wife Priscilla has 6 brothers and sisters. However, they are all half brothers and sisters. Not one sibling has the same mother and father. This just blows my mind. They are not bad people. I have a great relationship with all of them…almost. This is where I get to the point of this sad sickening tale.
The Dawsonville sister and brother dropped out of high school and moved out several years ago. They went off to do drugs and get into trouble. The sister (17 at the time) ended up shacking up with a 49 year old man. This man doesn’t work, gets welfare, food stamps, the whole government enchilada. I thought I was smart! Not! This guy knows every way to get government money. They live in squalor. Really, I kid you not. The Sally Struthers kids on T.V. live better.
The brother ended up living there too. He was 25 at the time. Well he started “dating” the welfare king’s daughter. She was 14. They all live together in the same filthy place.
The sister now has the baby from the doped up welfare baron. She works nights and he does drugs and “cares” for the baby. Meanwhile, the now 17-year-old daughter is pregnant with the brother’s child. She has dropped out of school and no one works. The pathetically funny thing is the sister is upset at the brother. Well Duh! The whole sick cycle keeps repeating. I’ve been at a loss over this situation for some time now. I feel that I must do something for the babies’ sake, but is it any of my business? I want to take the shotgun over there and put everyone out of their misery.
I gotta go puke now….



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posted by Dax Montana 2:52:01 AM

I had the dubious task of firing 3 employees today. The first was a server who didn’t show up for her shift. I guess you could say she fired herself. The other 2, well that’s a different story.
The hosts’ job is to greet guests, seat them, and take care of to go orders. This is not very hard to accomplish. The one task assigned to them, which has been the downfall of many, a host/hostess is answering the phone. The rules are simple. No more than three rings, Location, Promotional Item, and Name. It is conceivably possible for a host to be away from the phone while assembling an order or escorting guests to their table. In that case, the bartender has the duty to answer the phone. The same rules apply.
If the bartender is busy, then the responsibility falls on everyone. Tonight during dinner rush, the BOSS calls. I get the phone in 5 rings….
After my ass chewing, I get the honor of firing my host and bartender. “If they aren’t out of my building in five minutes, when I get there your fired too!” They were gone in 3. Oh the joys of working for someone else.


posted by Dax Montana 2:42:50 AM

Long weekends at work leave little time for much else. The lovely and talented Priscilla has been excruciatingly busy with redecorating. All this means no Blogging, and for all my loyal readers (all 3) don’t panic I have loads to tell.
Five people live in this small 3-bedroom house in rural metro Atlanta. With the addition of Devin, our youngest son, space has gotten rather tight. The kids’ room was a large growing mass of toys. I swear the toys are like Kudzu. The mass would grow a foot or better over night. I knew there was carpet in there somewhere. Well, just one day after Priscilla got in there… Bang…Empty. Then the painting began. Blue walls with white trim are very cool. New curtains with stars and bunk beds are neat too.
The bad news in all of this is that I lose my office. It will become the Pink room for Princess Ashlyn and her dolls. I really like my office. The PC and Fax machine along with lots of books make it a cool place to work and play. I also keep my Rifles and Bow in here. They are ready for Deer Season. I have to back up the Keyboard and my Fender guitar too. I don’t know where I’m going to keep all this stuff, but I’ve been told it has to go.


posted by Dax Montana 2:18:00 AM