The guy in the cubicle next to me talks so loud on the phone that I know the details of every dysfunctional family member of his.
Mandy the Martian once again had to be told the difference between a Sales Order and a Purchase Order, and what to do with her paperwork from quoting the customer all the way through to shipping.
Our Shipping Dept has, for the third time in as many days, shipped incomplete orders even though I have on the work order to ship these orders complete (everything at once.) In really big letters, because that was the fix we all (Sales and Shipping) decided on the last time this (mis-shipping) started happening routinely.
Accounting is mad because I won’t make sure the shipboard repair teams charges their customers the shipping we got billed for to get a part from Norway. Or Denmark. Or some other place where the sun doesn’t rise in winter. Hey, all I did was buy the damn part for the shipboard group! I don’t touch their billing.
And a customer is calling me every half hour to get a price for a part he won’t give me the specifics for. Ive got about a dozen different models here that might work, and a few dozen more I can get from the factory, but I ain’t gonna guess. Not when I told three different people now at that company the exact measurements and specs I need to know so I can get them the right pressure switch.
But it could be worse, I guess. I could be wearing plaid pants, have a dislocated shoulder, need to run to the terlet every half hour and have all of this happening.
Nope - no new houseplants. Funny, several folks asked that same question. I did catch him eating on one of my spider plants, but he’d done that many times in the past with no ill effects.
I just finished cleaning up all his stuff. Everything’s in the basement now - I’m sure we’ll have another cat one day and we’ll use it all again, but for now, I can’t keep seeing it. I also vacuumed, and it was especially difficult when I got to the bedroom where we found him. They really do work their evil ways into our hearts, don’t they? Here he is in his bed back when he was living on the boat…
Oh, god no! They were on saaaaale! They were marked down 75% and then 15% and then 15%, which somehow, since the discounts were taken separately, doesn’t equal free. (40 dollars originally, and bought them for 7-ish.)
Haggar=old man? Half of the shorts that I own are Haggar, and a couple of pairs of pants! (I loooove the cool 18 pants. I have some of those, and then some similar ones made by dockers.)
There’s a reason that they kept cutting the price - no one would buy them.
Man, I thought they sent you guys to fashion school or something before coming out. Even I know that those are pants Not To Be Worn, and I’m a middle-aged straight white guy from the Suburbs.
Oh, and they’re absolutely horrible and I DEMAND that chaoscubby remove them immediately. Preferably over here, in this other room, where I’m standing…
Can I have plain cheesecake, instead? Must keep my strength up and all…
Kitties! Hope they do well.
Guess I am a total geek, because I was planning on getting my almost 14 year old some Dockers as dress slacks for his band concerts. Ah well, there are worse things than being a nerd, I suppose.
Drugs are kicking in (thank og I have a doctor for a Dad).
cb: My first thought was: “Grandad, you’ve come back from beyond!” Sorry donkeybear, but I’m with the rest of the crowd. Of course, you could decide not to care about fashion.
Sorry about the shoulder, Bobbio. Hope it heals quickly so that you can get back to your full exercise regimen. Where in Kentucky is your interview? (In case you’re wondering, Kentucky consists of: Near Cincinnati, Near Louisville and Near Lexington.) You know that Kentucky is just down the road from here too, right?
Can we make sure we’ve disinfected and maybe had an exorcism done in here? Seems like there’s an awful lot of illness, injury and general bad stuff going around. (Shark bites? Eeeeeeek!!!)
At least it sounds like Anaamika had a great birthday and got lots and lots and lots of clothes in Colorado. Sounds like you acquired more than I have in my entire wardrobe!
And, happy anniversary, taxi!
I’m still deciding what to have for dinner. Not really sure what I’m in the mood for. Maybe lentil soup with banana and pineapple. Quick and easy. And contains actual nutrition.
It’s snowing outside a little. They keep saying it will stick, but it doesn’t seem like enough is coming down for there to be a quorum.
I suppose I should further investigate the culinary possibilities around here…
Just don’t wear what one of or Ren Faire perfomers heckles people about: Pants with superfluous pockets. (The joke is that Renaissance-era clothes did not have pockets)
donkeybear the Gay Agenda has met in emergency session and decreed that you must not ever wear those pants again. You’re lucky. The decree fell just two votes short of saying you must burn them and scatter the ashes to the four winds lest they recreate themselves. :eek: Were those the old man pants you spoke of buying? They are indeed the kind of pants old men wear hiked up to their chests. I mean, even **Sean[/b,] the poste child for middle aged straight white guys, was oogied by those pants. Have you now seen the error of your ways grasshopper?
The tater (but not our Taters) salad is made and the baked beans have been baked. I decided to go ahead and cook 'em tonight and reheat tomorrow. They’re better that way anyways. Gives all the flavors time to absorb each other. Or something like that. I’m sure I heard that on Food Network sometime or other.
I’m gettin’ sooooo sleepy. Think I’m gonna lurk for a bit and go beddy bye.
Near Lexington, for real. The job is with a defense contractor at the Army’s Bluegrass Station, just east of Lexington.
Until now, I thought Lexington proper was Near Cincinnati.
DonkeyBear, them’s some right ugly pants. If you could find a matching jacket, you’d have an instant career as a used car salesman.
I saw the sawbones today. I have a grade 3 AC separation, which is old news. The good part is that while G3 is the worst of them, mine is barely a 3 (no tearing involved), so no immediate surgery is necessary. If all goes well, I’ll be functional in a month. I can resume activities as I tolerate them, but this will put a big crimp in my sex life for now.
I bought a cheap suit tonight. I hate buying clothes in general, but the broken wing made it a real pain, pun intended. Serious question: does anyone know if I can get help at the hotel Monday morning getting dressed? It was obvious tonight that I can’t do it alone, and I’m not out to play pervert.
This would vary from hotel to hotel. Your best bet is to call them, explain your situation, and ask if they have a valet service for guests with physical impairments.
The squeakers have made it very well so far. I haven’t named them yet - any ideas? The little girl is a black and grey tabby, and the little boy is a dark grey with lighter grey and some white tabby - he’s really going to be a beautiful cat, although she has a more outgoing personality. They are both snuggle muffins - they love to be held!
Tomorrow is my 45th birthday. I’m halfway to 90. I have two cat sitting jobs, each two visits a day. The hockey team is playing out of town. Mr. SCL is working 7am to 7pm, so it looks as though I’ll spend my birthday sitting at the computer with kittens in my lap listening to the game on the internet.
Oh, I almost forgot! Our head coach/general manager calls the season ticket holders “the 7th player on my team.” At the last game, all of the season ticket holders got keychains that are replicas of the Championship rings the guys got at the beginning of the season from last year’s Championship. I thought that was so cool!!
Well, it’s 1 am - time to go to bed! Just going to check on a work job, and then it’s my bible reading, and off to sleepytime.
I’ve been doing yoga on Thursday evenings after work. I like it a lot. It really releases the tension. Problem is, the tension is what holds me together during the week. So, after I walk out of the class I feel a mixture of energized and exhausted. And I feel exhausted through the weekend. But not this weekend - I can’t! Mom comes to visit tomorrow! Yay! We’re nominally going to do some Christmas shopping, but I think some things for ourselves may sneak out of the store. And speaking of sneaking, I’ll be leaving early tomorrow to meet mom. Well, it’s not actually sneaking. I worked last Sunday morning, so I think it’ll be alright to leave a little early tomorrow.
I was going to say that I would put on a pair of sneakers to sneak. That would be a lie. I don’t like sneakers on me. I think they make my already short legs look incredibly stubby. But on a good fashion note, I bought a suit last Friday that makes me look like I weigh 2 pounds! Well, actually, mom bought it as an early Christmas present. Seriously, it is the most gorgeous suit on me EVER. And it was on sale!
