The gorgeous Jennetic and the beautiful Zenchick put their minds together and had a great idea: get drunk for charity! Details still being hammered in — if you’re a Baltimore-area blogger, reader, lurker, whateva’, ya’ll welcome to show — and you’ve never been to a happy hour, they’re a lot of fun, plus: beer! So, head over to Jennetic’s & Zenchick’s blogs and make your opinions heard.

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Two Navy helicopter pilots and their crews returned from New Orleans on Aug. 30 expecting to be greeted as lifesavers after ferrying more than 100 hurricane victims to safety.

Instead, their superiors chided the pilots, Lt. David Shand and Lt. Matt Udkow, at a meeting the next morning for rescuing civilians when their assignment that day had been to deliver food and water to military installations along the Gulf Coast.

HT: Andrew Sullivan

So, I signed up for a “basic terminology” class in preperation for a job I’m applying for. This is not the post office job. Anyway, it was recommended that I take the class by the person who encouraged me to apply for the very-very-very-good job, so I did. And boy oh boy did I goof my way through it.

The person running the class called me today — I made out the check for the wrong amount (in her favor). So I’ve got to bring a new check tomorrow. No problem. Problem: making my schedule request at the Indy, I goofed and requested off Tuesdays for the next five-weeks, not … Thursdays.

Found out that problem yesterday and I just got off the phone with Silent Bob, who was more than willing to cover my Thursday shift. At my brief time at work today I also adjusted the following weeks’ request.

Today was my only day at the indy this week. I’d agreed to cover Frank’s Friday dayshift at the franchise, and what with holidays and schedule shifting, I was only put on for today and tomorrow. I got tomorrow covered, as for today, Gary hired Charlie back. I’ve never, I think, talked much about Charlie here, mostly because he’d already been quit/been fired several times when I started this blog, and he’d been gone for several months this time last year with no sign he would return.

Anyway, I was scheduled today as an insider — Midget Porn Girl is through on dayshifts, Mark and James are back at college, Gary’s wife is working a few days inside, and the daytime drivers are picking up the slack rotating through inside shifts. It’s part of the deal — small staffed stores mean lots of driving hours and lots of tips, but they also mean that every now and then you gotta take one for the team and work inside. So today is was supposed to be me and Gary inside at eleven, with Mark coming in after his class at Essex — twelve thirtyish. But with Charlie back on the schedule, there was an extra body and I found myself out after an hour. I don’t mind — stuff to do here at my apartment, in any case, that’s why I’m only working one hour at the indy this week. Woot.

So.

He’s got a goatee now. A big one. Like that guy from Anthrax who is always on VH-1? That kind of goatee, minus the green dye.

Charlie is … well, let me put it to you like this … ever see Lost? I call him Charlie because he’s very much like pre-plane-crash Charlie — he’s even in a band, which, if you’re into the local reggae scene, you might’ve heard of.

In any case, Charlie’s back, Silent Bob is working for me tomorrow, and everything is goin’ good.