By now, many will have heard of the Terry Shiavo case. her feeding tube is being pulled, because she is in a vegetative state and her husband believes it is in her wishes to be allowed to die. Her parents think she wants to live and have fought to have her feeding tube reinserted. Cue George Bush steeping in to sign bills enabling her life to be saved. I'm not too knowledgeable about the whole legal process, but it demonstrates the power of the right-wing pro-lifers when they organize and have Daddy Dubya behind them. I'm not sure exactly where I stand on the individual case, observed in isolation, because much of it rests on whether Shiavo would've wanted to live or not and she can no longer clearly communicate that wish. I'm certainly concerned about Bush cutting his trip short abroad and being woken at like 1am to come home and sign a bill to appease the pro-life lobby group which falls under his right-wing umbrella. Anyways, regardless of any of the politics above, take a look at the politics and extreme hypocrisy demonstrated in this article.

Today was supposed to be a super-quick day of prep for me (my only prep shift on the schedule), because last night it was so dead that people finished half my job for me. Plus today the dishwasher, who's a REALLY fast worker, was helping me out. The manager, the one I hate, was rampaging all over our faces today. When he's helping me, we work side by side, and she'd come back to makesure we weren't talking, even though I have to insruct him what to do, cuz he hasn't done much prep. She contrradicted herself so many times that we didn't know what to do. She tells us to keep an eye on the dishes, so when he's in the bathroom or fixing something, I pitch in to get so dishes through because the restaurant has become insanely busy, line-ups out the door. Yet she finds time to bitch me out for not doing prep. She's so concerned because hwo long it's been takeing me to do prep, that she'd rather the server's run out of cutlery, then have me work a full shift that could spill into overtime. At one point, she told the dishwasher to help me, then not even 5 minutes later comes back and yells at him for helping me. I was so close to flipping out on her, since I've got nothing left to lose there. I didn't get too worked up since I'm leaving, but the other guy was pretty choked. The thing is, she's not even a manager, like I thought, she's jsut the wife of a manager, a cook. Anyways, I guess none of that is too important. The real manager (but not the one I confronted last night about my hours and two weeks notice), called me into the office to claim that I had told him I would accept straight-pay for my overtime. A bald-faced lie, right to my face, but he didn't push it too far, nor did he blink when I told him they owed me 15 hours worth of pay. These fuckers are pro. Anyways, I guess I shouldn't complain too much, since I'm geting what I want. I won't talk about work anymore, unless it's somethign really notable. So apparently the Rise Against show in Calgary is sold out, jsut like Seattle was, so I'm gonna have to try to scalp tickets again. I should try to find tickets for Concord Dawn too, cuz they're a pretty big act.