The gingergold apples I got at the farmer’s market are mushy and bland.
I guess I’ll be going back down there tomorrow for another bag of cameos. I would go today but it’s school-lettin’-out-time and rush hour is about to start and there’s no way in *hell *I’m crossing the Death Bridge in that kind of traffic.
Hi, honeys, I’m home!!! And fed - I walked right in the door and started supper. Guess that’ll be my life from now on.
So far, so good. I met a gazillion coworkers and promptly forgot all their names, except for the one guy who was starting with me (a real geezer - he’s 69 years old! And there I was worrying about being over 60…
I like my boss. I got papers and pencils and a CAC and stuff to read. With luck, our computer accounts will be set up in less than 2 weeks, but I don’t hold out much hope for that.
I’m going to ask if I can sit with one of the guys who check all the drawings and look over his shoulder for a few hours and pick his brain. And this Firday is my day off, so I’m starting with a short week.
Well, I only lasted one day at my new job. I’d never before had a job where I had to be on my feet all day, and I just couldn’t do it. Call me a wussy or princess or baby or weakling or whatever, but I found standing all day to hurt my legs and feet too much.
Darn, now that I know I can’t stand up fora whole day, there are a lot of jobs closed to me. And I feel like such a quitter for giving up on this job already, but I know I couldn’t’ve continued.
To the best of my knowledge, the only major religion pretty much founded here and popularized by a used car salesman from the North Side of Pittsburgh.
Don’t feel bad; we’ve had folks who didn’t make it 2 hours to the first break let alone a whole day – and for us a day is just 5 hours. Being on your feet solid for hours on end is actually something of a skill and one not that many people have anymore. I’ve seen athletes and even runners crash at the sort center – so you aren’t a wussy or anything strange. If anything I’m strange for actually liking things like that.
Howdy Y’all! Da bear is now in da cave for good. Ok, for the rest of the evenin’. Irk lived up to its name which is expected I guess. Men’s night over to the church house was great as always. We had a feast tonight. In addition to the usual sallit, snausages, baked N.O.T. and steaks or whatever, we had 'shrooms sauteed in wine, grilled peppers and onions, and brownies! We feasted! Plus also, we got to ooh and ahhh and drive our brand new mower! That’s what she looks like. Ain’t she purty!
I read but retention is low so yays, boos, hugs, noogies, wedgies, smooches, trouts, chitlins, woohoos, awwwwws, all around as needed.
**swampy **- why does a mower need a roll bar? What kind of landscapers are at your church?!?!?
Good morning! My bladder woke me at 4, then Higgs started fussing, so I thought I might sneak in some surfing before work. I slept quite well, if for barely 7 hours - at least it was uninterrupted, so there’s that.
When I hear **FCD **get up, I’ll feed Higgs, then get our lunches dumped in bags, brush my toofies, dress, and head out. I need to stop at the main office again to show them my passport (I forgot it yesterday) to prove I’m 'murrican. It kills me that a birth certificate is also acceptable proof - how can anyone know that it’s truly my birth certificate? Gummint is funny.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, purtified, so no YAWN ‘Tis <snerk> 69! <snerk> Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 84 for the day and rain later this mornin’ and into the afternoon. Looks like rain is comin’ this way here.
I am takin’ an irk from da cave day. I have a bunch of paperirk I need to scan and send to TPTB plus a lot of case notes etc to catch up on, so my boss agreed I could irk at home today. Thus, the reason for the lateness of my post. I have actually been irkin’ for a while and now takin’ a little break.