the passionate ailurophile

Seriously.  I hate the whole trick-or-treat crap.  I hate having people beat on my door all damned day.  And I mean *all damned day*, too, as it’s gonna be on a Saturday this year.  The little FFA™ members (that’s Future FELONS of America) members won’t be in school, so that means some of them will come a-beating on the door as early as 8AM.  The shit town we live in has no set trick-or-treat hours, but even if they did, I doubt anyone would bother to enforce it.

If we weren’t spending the money on weekend trips to Portland for the Maine Brewers Festival the weekend after Halloween, and then to Manchester for the New Hampshire Brewers Festival the following weekend, I would SO plan for us to get the hell out of Dodge on Friday night, and not come back until late on Saturday.  We did this the last time Halloween fell on a weekend day, and it worked out quite well.  But I think that it coincided with the Maine Brewers Fest.

So I’m trying to figure out how to NOT be annoyed on Halloween.  We do have plans to go out for the evening…they are having a Great Pumpkin Ale Festival at the Cambridge Brewing Company.  This is a local event, doesn’t involve having to pay to stay at a hotel, as we do for Portland and Manchester, and we’ll be using public transit to gt there and back.

The only annoying thing about this event is that they are pushing people to come in costume.  I don’t do costumes, neither does Mike.  Especially not if we’ll be riding the T.  I don’t want people looking at us on the damned train, yanno?

I’m sure that we won’t be the only ones costume-less, though.  Nothing says that they won’t let us in sans costumes.  As long as we pay up, we’ll get in.

This ought to be interesting, though.  I used to work at this place, many years ago…in fact, it’s where I met Mike.  I was a cook, he was a customer.  I was getting off a day shift and was at the bar having a beer, and he was getting drunk after finishing his last final exam of the semester at nearby MIT.  We did go back there a few times after I quit that job, but not since we’ve been married, I don’t think.  It will be interesting to see what it’s like now; I doubt most of the people I worked with back then are still there.  As far as I can tell, the only ones still there are the guy who owns the place, and the head brewer.

The head chef, when I was there, was an asshole.  He was a big part of why I quit.  Also, there was this skeevy dishwasher named Remberto, who the head chef liked…mostly because he worked long hours on the cheap.  Remberto had the hots for me, was always hitting on me, he even offered me $100 to sleep with him.  Trust me, there is not enough money in the world to make me even think about it!

Once, he snuck up behind me while I was reaching for a pot on a high shelf, and grabbed my boobs.  The head chef asshole yelled at me for screaming!  The head chef dude was married, wonder how he’d react if this scumbag Remberto grabbed his wife’s boobs?

This sort of shit was why I ended up quitting.  I did think of filing a sexual harassment suit, but decided against it.  This was mostly because I truly liked the owner of the place, and didn’t want to hurt him.  I guess I should have gone to him and explained what was going on, but I didn’t.

Okay, so I KNOW that the chef asshole is long gone, and Remberto hopefully is gone, too.  Remberto was why we stopped coming in as customers after I quit; the asshat would see us at the bar, and come and hit on me, right in front of Mike.

Hopefully, the management FINALLY realized that Remberto is bad for business, that if he was sexually harassing me, he was likely doing it to others, too.  Eventually, it had to be *get rid of him or get sued*.  If I didn’t sue them, someone eventually would.

Well, we’ll find out soon enough.  Since I no longer work there, I’m not allowed back in the kitchen, but kitchen workers do have to come out to use the restrooms, they are the same ones that the customers use.

But I am looking forward to going there and tasting all of that wonderful pumpkin beer!  It will be a great way to get away from the trick-or-treat crap.

Still…I am tempted to put a sign in the door saying that the residents therein have teh Hamthrax (aka swine flu).  Would that keep kids from knocking?  Not only do I want to stop the knocking before we head out for the evening, but while we’re gone…the door-knocking also bothers the cats.

I hate Halloween.  I’ll be happy when it is over and done with for another year.