In this Post I Review....

Lowes and Menards of Sedalia, Missouri

(Dum, dum, daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

Considering I have some money from a loan, I decided that I should make use of the money and considering I have been wanting a garden tiller for a while, I decided I should spend some of that money on one. I went to Lowes first. Why? I'll tell you.

I have spent so much time at Lowes Home Improvement in the past that I know where just about everything is kept. I proceeded to the lawn care equipment aisle, took a quick gander at the tillers they had and then promptly proceeded to the rest room. My bladder informed me that I should go. I always listen to my bladder.
In the restroom I heard a couple employees talking about sleep problems they each have and one of the two guys (it is a men's restroom after all... they would have be very ugly women) had to outbitch the other, of course. I didn't get a, "How can I help you?" nor any other conversation towards a prospective purchase which was nice considering the man rules. I finished, washed my hands and proceeded back to the tillers.
On the way back. I saw a flat bed cart unattended with nothing on it and thought to myself, "Score!" I grabbed the cart. I looked at the four available models of tillers for 15 minutes or so.
One electric
One battery operated
One two-cycle standard gas/fuel mix
One four-cycle regular gas mix
All of them smaller

I managed to talk myself into going over to Menards Home Improvement after those aforementioned 15 minutes. And the differences had begun...

The first thing was a girl at the customer service desk who smiled her entirely beautiful smile and said, "Good Morning". It wasn't a rehearsed smile nor was it a rehearsed "good morning". It was the smile and good morning of a person that genuinely liked where they worked. The next thing was (I know where the lawn equipment is and the lumber and the garden stuff but not much more... okay I know where the plumbing stuff is... I've only been there a handful of times) I made my way to the lawn equipment and got the genuine smiles and genuine good mornings of people who like their jobs of at least two other employees, it was quite possibly three, one of which was a manager/supervisor.
At the place of lawn equipment I was looking at tillers of which they had four and all four were different brands but similar to the ones I saw at Lowes.

One electric (Cheaper than Lowes)
One battery operated (The same prices as Lowes)
One two-cycle standard gas/fuel mix (more expensive than Lowes, though not by much)
One four-cycle regular gas mix (The same prices as Lowes)
Ah, but the majorest difference was the four cycle was a honkin' huge, regular gas 5.5 horsepower 135 cc lawn mower engine sized engine garden tiller that can convert from 13 inches to 22 inches to 24 inches by adjusting and/or removing the blades. Not only that, another girl smiling the genuine smile and good morninging the genuine good morning of the person who not only likes where they work but LOVES the department they are working in helps me out and strikes up conversation concerning her and her husband's own garden and how she would probably purchase the same model I was vaguely drooling over because she wanted a bigger garden. We talked pest control and organic gardening and what we plant and how we did last year due to the drought and other things. Then she found me a cart, helped me lift the tiller I ended up ultimately purchasing, took me over to a desk to get some paperwork done, where two other employees good morninged me and smile the genuine smiles of people who liked where they work at.

So, did you notice anyone say anything to me in the part about Lowes? No? Me either, not a single "Good morning," and certainly not a "Have a nice day." I did notice that Lowes is looking for employees...

What this longer than lost post from Yours Savagely boils down to is I am willing to spend more money (not that I did) at a place where there is genuine customer service than at a place where I know where everything is.

So....

You didn't pray enough for me. I got the loan, well part of it anyway, but when I got to the dealership the beast I had my eyes on had sold. Some devotees you all turned out to be...
I suppose I can forgive you... (sigh)

Funny thing about that loan, though. I had bad credit. (note the word "had") I hoped that I had built it back up to at least average or slightly below that. Nope. Apparently I have no credit. None. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Ne, etc.... Somehow, somewhere and some way my credit up and vanished. It's like I'm 18 again with a new job. But unlike when I was 18 with a new job, this time I have a better and wiser head on my shoulders. I can build my credit like all those older people told me to when I wasn't listening because I was 18 and knew everything. Gladly I forgot most of it 19 years later....
So I got to get a battery for my car in the mean time. Pray for me and this time I mean it....

Blogging In the Name Of....

After two more weeks I go back to days... That's about the time it takes to get used to nights... Que Surprise...
I think I'll play with fire today considering I haven't in a long time. Sure I bar-be-qued last night but that's not pounding hot steel to my whim and will. Fire is nifty...
The temperature threshold of a diamond is about the melting point of copper which is less than the melting point of iron which is less than the melting point of steel. I can melt steel with a small bag of charcoal and a hair dryer. I can set diamonds on fire... Just saying.
I have a piece I started years ago. I cut the shape out of a piece of leaf spring with an arc-welder (more like melted than cut) and I have yet to start shaping it to my whim; a lanchero machete; a big, heavy blade not unlike a machete yet not unlike a shovel. It's a big undertaking but eh.. I got a few days off.
I really should get and post pictures of the process...
My car is caput-ish... So of course it happen after I spent all my tax money... I'm trying for a loan so say a prayer for me that I get it. Papa Savage needs a new set of wheels (well.. used is preferable)

And Incidentally ...

I should be sleeping. You may wonder why I said that. It's because I should be sleeping. It's a little after 1 PM (1300) and I am typing in my blog. Wait...
Why should that matter, you wonder. I start my one week of nights before coming back to days tonight, of course. Well, it's not a true week of work in a matter of days. More so. it's like five 10 hour nights. I'm still getting my 40 hours just it's more compact. But then I'm rambling.

I do a lot of rambling actually. You see my tiny, little death-trap of a car that gets great gas mileage has no radio so I talk to myself as I'm driving. I have pretty in depth conversations about several subjects with myself, often arguing the virtues and/or the downsides of each. I also have imaginary conversations where I am chastising some idiot from work or interviewing some fictional character as a doubly so (meaning not a real character in said character's story-line) fictional character. But then I'm rambling again.

And incidentally, Happy Easter....

Flashback Friday

Feel old yet?

I though so...

Random

With a lack of anything else to post I'll just hit it in random overdrive.

April 12 will be my third year anniversary with Tyson. Does that mean anything special? Maybe. I get an extra week of vacation. I won't use the extra week except to take the cash and put a down on a new vehicle. While I have a gas sipping, tiny, little car I can carry over my shoulder should it run out of gas I need something more practical for the snow.... and something that can hit over 50 miles per hour without whining like a little bitch.

In the past few days I got three shots.
1.) Hepatitis B
2.) Hepatitis A
3.) Tetanus
These are in preventative measure. They aren't required but I work in a waste water facility. Better safe than sorry.
I go back in a month for a follow up shot for the hep b and 6 months for the hep a...

I still like toast

Oh yeah... my new job came with a 21 cent raise. I go to 3rd shift on Sunday. That tacks on another dollar for the differential. How can my life get better?

Not a whole lot on the garden front. Haven't done anything since I planted the onions and potatoes. Fucking snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm still single... any takers? I mean, I'm house trained. I'll even put the lid back down. I can cook...

I got up way too early again. Good thing too. How else would I be able to get a post out to you, my seven fans?

Free porn is nifty. I'm trying to keep a budget.

I have taken age off my dating criteria (sort of). Now it is a requirement that (but not limited to) you have used a rotary dial phone and/or played an Atari 5600 or 2700 prior to 1989 and/or have watched Saturday Morning cartoons on a Saturday morning. The rotary dial phone is not optional.

I'll be right back. I need coffee.

Miss me? I know you did.

As soon as I get adjusted to the third shift hours I'll be able to get back to my Rosetta Stone Russian language software and other Russian learning things I own. I find it a rather sexy language for some twisted reason or another.

I heard one of my favorite techno songs the other day on YouTube... I used to listen to it back in the 90's after the band would finish at the club I worked at. It's called James Brown is Dead.
James Brown IS dead now. That makes me wonder what other songs I listened too are actually prophecies.

Currently listening to "I Put A Spell on You"; the Nina Simone version. It's the best.

Big boobs are kinda neat.

I'm done posting for now.

Eight Equals Eight

The thing I found most amazing about the company I work for upon the onset of my employment was the fact that we get paid on a weekly basis. For someone who has had so many every other week or twice a month jobs the concept, while welcomed was alien. Now we come to the title of my post....

My current hours (while in training) are Monday through Friday (for two weeks at any rate) from 7AM until 3PM. Do the math. That's eight hours. I get paid during my lunch. How freakin' cool is that? And when I go to third shift I'll be getting a dollar more an hour for the differential pay.

It's a pretty laid back job with a shit load of responsibility (yes the pun was intended) and I'll get paid for schooling when they send me.

I'm learning to take readings on various equipment and environmental settings. I don't know what a lot of it means yet but that will come in time. I'm all eco-friendly now.. hell I even get to play with chemicals in the lab... Muahahahahahhahahhahhahahahahhhahahhahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Oh yeah. Yours Savagely get to get all mad scientisty!