From now on your home shall be named Coyote Ugly.
That’s a ‘BOZO no-no’…
See Post #212.
Get one of these? Though, if it’s a coyote, I’d order one from Acme!
First, I am NOT anti-vax. I fully support vaccinations of children & adults, and am up to date on all my vaccinations.
My daughter will be attending grad school in the fall. She’ll be 23, and will not be residing on campus. But she’s having a tough time registering, because the Commonwealth of Massachusetts STILL requires that non-resident, fully adult grad students prove that they’re up to date on all their vaccinations to attend grad school, and she can’t prove that she had chicken pox when she was 3 years old. When she transferred from her pediatrician to her adult PCP, the health & vaccination records transferred over, but apparently the note that she had chicken pox 20 years ago did not. Even though she attended 12 years of elementary, middle, and high school in Massachusetts, which she would not have been able to do at the time without proof that she had chicken pox.
So now her mother and I are going through old boxes of paperwork to see if one of us accidently saved a medical history report from the pediatrician, while also waiting to hear back from the pediatrician to see if they happened to save her records. If not, she may be faced with having to get a medically unnecessary, and possibly contraindicated, vaccination to go to classes 15 hours a week. As opposed to all the 23 year old employees in the state, who likely spend much more time than that with their coworkers, and have no vaccination requirement whatsoever.
Oh well, so much for entering “Brian May” in search.
Another search bites the dust
But he has gotten more glowery since Post 212…
Sigh. The stapler saga continues …
When we last checked in with our anti-hero:
So taking @kaylasdad99’s link I poke around Ace’s site some more. Yes, those are the right staples. The model number 908 for compatible staples is even engraved on the side of my stapler. Yaay @kaylasdad99 !!
Check the website & my local store is out of them. Which I knew; that’s where this chase started. But hooray! They have some at a different store ~8 miles away & not far from a tourist area / entertainment district. So I’ll make it two-fer: staples and dinner in an area I don’t often visit. Yaay me; I love two-fers.
Off I go on my mini-adventure in the gathering afternoon traffic. I get there to find a very large fully equipped old fashioned hardware store! Yaay; I enjoy those places, and if any place would have them, this place will. I can taste the success already.
Jay knows everything and we set off to the staple zone. Nothing appropriate in sight, despite 25 kinds of staples. No boxes, no shelf tags, no nothing.
I whip out my phone & show him the search results on Ace’s site. Major brow furrowing and off to his computer; the real one. Which reports that SKU was discontinued in 2017. No re-orders possible.
At least now I have certainty; the Swingline story is dead. I thank Jay for his expertise and am now drowning my sorrows at a fun modernized sorta tiki bar. The watermelon mojitos are large & well-poured. Food next.
And now we know …
The rest of the story.
Good day.
The appropriate response at that hardware store would have been…
It hardly seems possible in the pandemic era but yes, kiddies, one can be laid low by the common cold.
I got to sneezing and having associated allergic symptoms this past weekend after unwisely mowing the back forty without premedicating for my grass pollen allergy. Then, coughing, marked malaise, a sore throat, and runny nose superseded along with brief fever.
After 3 separate negative home antigen tests I can say that it’s very unlikely to be Covid (today’s test was also negative for influenza A and B).
Still sucks though.
You’ve got a beauty, a bad ass
The mother of them all
You’ve got a cold
- 10cc
Thank you for sharing your adventure. You are persistent!
Even though it did not result in what you had intended it makes a delightful story.
And now I am off to check my 30 plus year old staplers … I imagine I will have a similar experience.
And now you know you’re obligated to end up at a Tiki Bar!
( Link to Tiki Tiki Tiki Room Song )
Alas I must live near less elite shopping areas. The best I can hope for is a beer garden 
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I had such an experience today. My house was built in 1984, and a bathroom sink faucet recently developed a slow drip. Figured that it would be an easy fix by replacing the cartridge. So I removed the cartridge (which surprisingly was extremely easy to remove), and set off to the Home Depot to buy a replacement. No luck. Lowes was the same. I didn’t have time to go the the independent hardware stores, so I planned on doing that tomorrow. But I decided to do a bit of research this evening. Turns out that the faucets in my bathrooms are some off brand called Spa, and it looks like that company went away about 35 years ago. So it looks like I’ll be installing a new faucet this week.
I will say that while it would have been nice if the builder had used Delta, Moen, or Price Pfister faucets, I am impressed that the Spa cartridges were in service for 41 years with no issues until now. That and the fact that removing them after all this time was so easy. The bonnets holding them in place unscrewed as if they were installed yesterday. All for naught since replacement parts are not available.
Office staplers for paper should be fine. Toolbox staplers for rougher use are another matter.
My place was sorta a tiki bar as re-imagined by 20-somethings. Quirky and hip; lotta pink flamingoes and no grimacing totem poles, but the same casual party vibe.
They also had something I’d never seen before: live band karaoke. Yep. A drummer, lead guitar, and bassist. Each members of different local semi-well-known bands all side-gigging here. Plus the karaoke machine for some backing track and the timed lyrics, then the various audience members in turn for singing all the vocals.
They call the band “The Bionic Band” which I thought was clever; half human, half cyborg. Some of the singers were skilled, some were … not. The overall result was somehow much more tolerable entertaining that typical iPad + amateur singer karaoke.
Here’s hoping your post-staple beer garden can come up with something fun & novel too.
Mebbe you could borrow LSLGuy’s stapler & staple it back together…ohhh, wait a sec.
I have never had an allergy day as bad as Moanday was. I probably shouldn’t have driven home as brain fogged as I was & I’m damn glad I didn’t get pulled over for anything because I would have had a helluva time convincing a cop I wasn’t drunk as glassy as my eyes were. (The closest I got to alcohol was handing someone an unopened can of Pringles) I couldn’t even get it to break Mon night night probably not going to sleep until after most of our West Coast counterparts. Even yesterday, with buying new Vicks (the only one still smelled mentholly but had a 2010 date on the still 90%-filled jar) & constantly putting it on could I get the nose to open up enough to breathe or brain so I left work early.
The one-two punch of vicks & snorting white stuff finally got my sinuses opened so I could breathe again I stuck my nose in the jar of horseradish; what were you thinking?
Of course that meant I was home when the tones dropped for what ended up being a tragic & f’d up situation. Even w/o giving specific details I probably shouldn’t talk about it. All I will say is not every call is a fire call, some can be rescues or assist EMS or other things, too. Of course, that cascaded into other BS that I wasn’t going to do but now need to; that’ll teach me not to leave the station ASAP.
I had a stupid ADHD day. Totally caught up in whether or not I have ASD (currently waitlisted for an evaluation), this is my new hyperfixation, cool, cool, cool. I will think of nothing else for the next two months. That’s how I roll.
Had to go to the leadership meeting with other program directors because I am both management and not management (I don’t supervise anyone.) Social media calendar discussion. I’m following maybe 10% of this.
I was nervous as hell because you have to do program updates. I hate these meetings. My legs are bouncing all over the place and I’m trying not to draw attention.
Then my CEO says, “We’re going to do a social media spotlight once a month on Spice Weasel.”
When I shot her a look of horror she laughed. “Just kidding!”
The HR guy said, “I could feel her heart stop from here.”
Cool, glad everyone agrees I’m socially awkward.
Now I did find it kind of funny. Even more funny considering what’s been on my mind. I know they like me for me and all that. But I hate being so fucking transparent.
Then I had to talk, and it was predictably stressful, and I went home soon after. I hate that I have so little stamina these days I can handle like, one meeting and then I’m done.
This is my segue into the broader complaint that my life is falling apart kind of, since October 2024. My ADHD is so bad right now I barely understand what’s going on around me some days. I had to start showering at night because I can’t get up the fortitude to do it in the morning. I’m not cooking meals at night. I’m doing the bare minimum at work - there are days I do NOTHING. I’m exhausted all the time. I told Sr. Weasel, “I am behaving as if I am severely depressed.” I’ve been that depressed before – that’s what it looks like for me. But I’m not depressed. I’m just losing functional capacity for no apparent reason. It’s so weird. So I plan to talk to my evaluator about the possibility of autistic burnout, because that’s my only good idea right now.
I can relate. I have been fixating on various minor things since roughly November.
I am glad though that you can see the problem and are seeking help.