What powers the sensor on the spare?
Over night stockers are always needed and there is little chance of being put on a register in those circumstances. On the other hand, you have to work the overnight shift. That may or may not be a good thing for you.
A battery. (Source: you keep the vehicle long enough, and eventually those little batteries will need to be replaced…and, technology being what it is, that means replacing the entire sensor.)
My friend/neighbor has some kind of fancy embroidering sewing machine. A few days before Valentines Day, she sent me these bookmarks. They are cute and lightweight. If you’d like, I could ask her to make you some. Or I could send mine, I mostly read on my kindle…
That’s very kind of you, friend! But no need. I just had to bitch and I did. 
I pit the lab my daughter’s doctor’s office uses (and traffic and construction and just the universe). My daughter is a little anemic and the doc wants to check her iron again to see if it’s resolve or not so she needs to go to the lab for a blood draw. OK, no biggie, just go. EXCEPT they are only open 9 am to 5 pm. That’s really annoying. So, on Monday, I leave work at 3 pm to go all the way to my daughter’s school to pick her up and then all the way to the lab. See, these places aren’t convenient to each other and especially not to my work. But 2 hours should have been enough time. 45 minutes to get to my daughter’s school, then 25 minutes to the lab, would have left 15 minutes to pick her up, 5 minutes parking time, and 30 whole minutes to arrive before they closed. Alas, it was not meant to be. The 45 minute drive turned into nearly an hour and a half with the traffic (at 3 in the afternoon?!) and the rain and the construction. But I picked her up in record time and got to the lab 2 minutes before they closed… And then they refused to take us that late.
Which, I guess I understand but AGGGGGHHHHAHHGASDGHA.
I wanted tacos for lunch. My wife went mentioned a new taco place nearby so I went to check it out. Not open yet. OK, no big deal, my regular taco place is really good so I went there. They are closed this week (it’s spring break so I guess the high school kids they hire are not around). Well that was disappointing but there’s a local market nearby that has good fried chicken on Wednesdays. They were closed as well. 
So I went home and ate leftovers 
I was flipping through news articles and I saw this:
I was stunned, as I didn’t think there were anymore Kennedys willing to be politicians.
This is possibly the miniest of mini-rants, but I misplaced a pair pants a year or two ago. They weren’t particularly special, but I didn’t have another pair in the same style and color.
Around the time they went missing, I had been going through my clothes and bagging up the stuff that I never wore. I never did anything with the bagged clothes like selling or donating or discarding, I just stuck them on a high shelf in the closet
After I looked everywhere for the pants, I decided I’d probably accidentally bagged them up. Then I let it go, deciding multiple times that I didn’t feel like pulling down all those laundry bags and sifting through everything.
So I’m packing for a trip I’m taking next week and I decided I’d really like those pants. So I cleared time for the chore, pulled down the first bag and opened it.
The pants were sitting right on top. I removed them and put the bag back on the shelf. It took all of 30 seconds. Now I’m kicking myself for putting it off for so long.
Disappointingly, although he started out as an environmental champion, he’s taken a sharp turn into becoming a rabid anti-vaxxer.
Figures. I knew it was too good to be true.
At the store where I work we once got a roll of pennies - from the bank no less! - that had 24 american pennies and 26 canadian pennies in it.
Worst American-Canadian trade since Ted Cruz…
That’s even more crazy when you consider that Canada stopped making/using their penny in 2013.
Another mixup at the vet. The wrong cat was crated and driven to the vet for no good reason and it’s my fault.
I was follow up texting with the vet about my senior boy’s visit recently and they said we’ll need to see him mid April for a follow up. Okay said I. Then apparently I have a dim memory of using their app to request an appointment for the other Gray cat for her annual exam.
So when they texted me back about an appointment this week I jumped to the conclusion it was for senor gray, they never mention senora gray by name.
Anyway gave my spouse the choice, go shopping for groceries or take senior Gray to the vet. He takes the cat.
Comes back says wrong cat, fudge. Dammit. Oh well I was broke anyway and really didn’t want to put it on the cc. Next month.
Arrgh, I put out my pan of leftover chili last night to pack lunch today, and for some unimaginable reason, I left it out for five hours! I still had at least three or so servings to get out of it. I’m so ticked. 
EDIT: Aaaand I just realized that I forgot to put that packed lunch chili into the fridge when I got to work this morning. But for that one, I’m saying fuck it and eating it while crossing my fingers.
I used my air-fryer (Ima-guy-course-I-got-one) to make a large container of roasted jalapeno and habanero peppers today. No, I don’t have ‘the sniffles’…
Dear customers:
When the lottery vending machine has a large sign taped to it saying “OUT OF ORDER” and another one taped over the slot where you insert money please, please, please do NOT insert your money into the slot where the filled-out playslip goes. It will not work. And most likely you will not get your money back. WTF are you people smokin’?
Also today we had someone get a 20 jammed in the money slot (the correct slot, this time, even if the bill didn’t properly feed). Just barely stopped her in time from using a piece of metal to dig around in the machine for her money.
This lottery thing will be the death of me yet…
You could see if posting the odds of winning deters most people.
“Hey, I have a decent chance of winning my dollar back, but a gazillion-to-one chance of winning more than that. i think I’ll pass…” That keeps me from betting more than a dollar a night.
But if it’s a bar, the alcohol decreases that critical thinking pretty quickly.
“155,000 to one? So, there’ll be a big winner at this machine maybe once a year? … I’ll bet it’s me this time!”
Last month, I ate a deviled egg that had been in the fridge for nearly a week, and I survived. (It was tasty!)