That was the first lesson I learned when I was made grown up in charge of a library department. Deal with it NOW! If you have a list of icky tasks that must be done, do the ickiest one first.
taters I knew I was an imposter from the start. I faked it until I made it my own. Government jobs are trickier because you have to fake it until you learn their often counter intuitive way of doing things, but retirement is magic and well worth all of the bullshit.
nellie So happy to hear from you, gosh, we weren’t worried or anything, we knew everything would go well. Right guys!!!
I has a sad for you. If it helps at all, about 40 years ago, hubs’ Harley got wrecked and after much bother and expense, he rebuilt it in the living room of the home he was sharing with fellow Marine bikers. I was dating him back then (visiting a couple times a week for happy fun times) and would openly wonder if the doors were big enough to get the bike out. Everyone laughed at the silly little blond librarian who was cute but didn’t really understand the biker life.
I almost peed my pantyhose the day that soon to be hubs called me at work to tell me that I was right and they were taking the door out so dinner together probably wouldn’t happen that night. My staff heard me laughing and crying and when I told them, they all started laughing and telling the patrons why we were all laughing and finally the Library Director came to find out what the noise was and also started laughing until he had water on his face.
It was a very good day.
I delivered my first batch of cream cheese and butter to the diner today. I really like working with large amounts of milk, the science stuff is right and mass makes a big difference. Between the huge discount on my supplies and the shortages, it looks like my LLC (GG Cheese) will be all profit in about three weeks. (We had to pay for the dog kennel, start up supplies, Cottage License and LLC. Not a lot of money, but expenses I hadn’t thought about when I agreed.)
Hubs is always thinking and insisted on getting me an LLC so if someone gets sick and dies after eating my cheese the LLC will go under, not us. There’s tax stuff involved too, I dunno, I didn’t think about all that stuff, I depend on Hubs for that.
GG knows there is a another bag of cream cheese hanging behind the closed door and has been spending much time sniffing under the door.
The jerkface doesn’t remember that the last time he got close to cheese in a drain bag, he chewed a hole in the bag, gorged on the soft cream, got it all over his fur while playing in it like it was water, then smeared it all over the floors and walls AND horked it on the loveseat. That was a lovely sight to see first thing in the morning before coffee.
Or maybe he does and had so much fun he wants to do it again. Cats don’t seem to be as bothered about horking fud as people.
