Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Obama Care

Many people are angry that their full-time (30-40 hour per week) jobs are cutting back on their hours in order to avoid paying medical expenses. Now, of course it is true that these companies will be expected to take a loss as far as yearly profits go. However, isn't having healthy employees a benefit as well? To companies that make 10's of millions of dollars per year (or more, some are in the 9+ figures), is it really all that much to ask for them to provide health insurance for employees and their families? They're not being asked to pay for full coverage, but a percentage. Many of these companies pay a mere minimum wage to their employees, which is hardly enough for any single person to live on.

One example, Papa John's is cutting hours for employees. They estimated it would cost them between $5-8 million per year for health insurance. Sounds like an awful lot, doesn't it? These are the figures these companies want us to look at. What they're not pointing out is that Papa John's made $61.66 million dollars in profits last year. So, sure, it seems like a lot of money, but is it really?

In 2011, Papa John's gave away 2 million pizzas during the Super Bowl. An estimated average of $14 million dollars. So, they can give away pizzas, but not health insurance to their hard working employees?

Should a multi-million dollar business like Dunkin Donuts be able to expect that a shift manager working 40+ hours per week can now live off of a 28 hour per week paycheck without taking on a second job?

Is it really the system that's flawed or those that abuse it?

Horrifying to think some big shot C.E.O. won't be able to buy that $4 million dollar vacation home, but rather pay for health care for his/her employees.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Ready to Start a New Chapter

They say life rarely goes the way you plan it. I don't know who they are...but thanks for the encouragement! One out of every ten or twelve days may go as planned. So far, things are looking pretty dreary. It doesn't keep me from hoping we'll get a turn around real soon.

In the case that someday, something will go right...I'm publishing on Smashwords, getting some very nice reviews, although very few sales. I'm not brilliant by any means, well above mediocre, I hope. If you've taken the time to read this blog, or either of my other two, maybe you'd like to take the time to check out a short story or two.

Over the next few days, I'll be sure to find the time to include excerpts from a few of my personal favorites.



Thursday, June 23, 2011

My Bathroom Bitches....yes, this will take up one entry!

Is that difficult to be respectful and courteous? Apparently!

I placed a shower caddy in the SHOWER specifically to hold all the damn shit that collects on the floor of the shower. INCLUDING the sponges, that conveniently come with an attached rope to HANG it up. Why don't I want these sitting at the back of the shower floor? Because typically they are still soapy, and that soap runs down the shower making it slippery, hence DANGEROUS.

I buy separate bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Why? Because my children use this stuff at an alarming rate! One bottle of conditioner can last me three months. One bottle of conditioner may last my girls two weeks, and only two of them use it.

Razors...hmmm...this one I find slightly mind-boggling. I try to keep my own razor in my room, but occasionally forget it in the shower. I am the ONLY person who puts the damn cover on it! Yet, if forgotten only once, I can't find one in the shower that obviously belongs to me. At any given time there are six to eight of them in the shower, sometimes they're even BROKEN. Would it kill someone to take these OUT of the shower? And why the hell are they left on the shower floor in the first place?

Hair collects in the shower drain. This in inevitable since four of us have long hair. Why is it too much to ask EVERYONE to clean the drain when they are done? Because it's gross. Well, DUH!! That would be why I want everyone to clean up their own mess!!! Of course, if someone didn't keep taking the hair catcher out of the shower, it would be easier to clean!!!

If you leave a puddle, wipe it up!!

Why oh why is so damn difficult to take empty bottles out of the shower? And MAYBE replace it with a full one? I soooooo love having to jump back out of the shower to retrieve a new bottle of body wash.

Why can't anyone else clean the toilet? I mean CLEAN it! Not just throw in some cleaner and give it a quick scrub. I mean, actually lift the seat and CLEAN it! Because it's gross...NO SHIT!!

Why does the bathroom trash have to be overflowing? I put extra bags in, so all anyone has to do is take the top bag OUT! But nooooo! By the time I'm done bitching, I have to remove all of the bags in order to keep all the crap from dumping out on the floor! I suppose sometimes I should just be grateful they've hit the trash.

Is it really all that hard to put the dirty laundry in the hamper or laundry basket in the bathroom? Must be, cause half the time it's on the floor in FRONT of them or on the shelf where the clean towels would be if we ever had any!! I need to go hunting around the house (in bedrooms) to find all my towels!

Is it necessary to leave half a wardrobe, make-up, jewelry, hair thingys and anything else you can image that does not need to be in the bathroom, IN THE BATHROOM!

And this is just the bathroom...
Why does Mom (ME) bitch all the time? Take your pick...

Monday, October 4, 2010

You were sleeping...No, I wasn't

I walked by Alex's room, saw his light on, and stopped to shut it off. Continuing onto my original destination, one last trip to the bathroom before bed, I turned on the hall light. I had one foot hovering over the top step when I heard him whining, so, of course, I went right back to his room. He was sitting up, looking kind of peeved and confused.

"What the matter?" I asked him. He just sat there frowning at me. I sat down on his bed next to him, and asked again. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I didn't see that coming," he said, his frown turning to surprise.

"You didn't see what coming?" At this point I'm fighting the giggles.

"The...the...thing," he said waving his arms around.

"What thing?"

"The thing, the pipe. I was swinging it around and it came right back and hit me in the eye."

"You were dreaming. It's okay, go back to sleep." I straightened his pillow and pulled his comforter back onto the bed.

"No, I wasn't."

"Look at your hands. Do you see anything?" He looks at his hands, then around on the bed, and gives a little laugh.

"I love you, Mommy," he smiles. I get a hug and a kiss before he curls back up on his pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.

I love those moments...