Tried it. The room just smells like Febreze and feet, now. By the way, whatever this is has to be fast, because she’s almost always here.
Thanks, though.
Next up, fiddling with the TV (which, I might add, happens to be mine) so that it doesn’t function and only I know how to fix it- that should fix the never turning off the TV when I want to study/sleep, and since she’s always monopolizing it (watching children’s shows, by the way- I feel like I’m living with a seven-year-old), it’s not like I ever get to watch anything I want on TV anyway, so the lack of a working TV is no loss to me.
I don’t have a fireplace, I wish I did but then again I could only use it for a few weeks out of the year not much call for warm cozy fires in Florida 90% of the year.
I didn’t watch the Superbowl. I was at work and it was slow because apparently everyone else was watching the Superbowl. We watched the Puppy Bowl for a while.
I decided to read some veterinary related articles online and larn somethin’. So I was browsing through a list of articles and saw one on necrotizing fasciaitis (I don’t think I learned how to spell it though). Anyway, I thought “hey, I just saw that on Grey’s Anatomy and I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in animals”. So I read a little. It talked about the signs in people a lot because there is more of a source of reference with people.
It mentioned how some of the original wounds that lead to NF are often very small. My brain poked me and said “Hey, you have a small wound on your hand from that cat bite the other day.” I told my brain to shut up. Then I read about how the site often gets red and swollen first. Brain pokes me again and said “Your hand is red and swollen around the bite.” I said, “Well, duh! It’s a bite wound, they do that.” The article goes on to say that the wound can be very painful and blisters often form around the wound. Brain hits the panic button and says “You’ve got a blister!”. My bite wounds have never formed blisters before, infected pus pockets, yes, but not a plain old blister.
At this point I decide that my brain is just paranoid and I should stop reading. I stopped reading and tried not to think about it. Today the swelling and redness has lessened but the blister is bigger and it hurts more. So I can’t stop thinking about it. STOOPID BRAIN!
I got even with my brain later that evening when I smacked my head on the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom.
In case you didn’t know, necrotizing fasciwhatsis is also known as Flesh-Eating Disease.
Mika make him a nice throw pillow. Tell him it’s for him to use when he takes naps on the sofa. He’ll treasure it forever. Why, yes, I do have this throw pillow that was made for me many years ago that I use when I take naps on the sofa. It’s my nappy pillow.
I suggest you get a dog. Whenever my cat barfs, the dog is more than happy to clean it up. Just what everyone wants to read as they’re eating breakfast. Yum!
At half time all of the little brat like children that came over with thier parents wanted to watch this. I made them watch on the itty bitty TV in the kitchen.
monica, petsmart sells a product called Natures Miracle that is a liquid deodorizer used for getting rid of pet smells. It actually removes the smell instead of masking it. The down side is that it’s relatively expensive and you need to saturate the offending article for it to do it’s stuff.
Today at lunch I get to go to Lowes and buy three mirrors for the bathroom remodel. The store near my office has the ones I want in stock. I haven’t actually seen them in person yet so I could be back to square one.
We are expecting a cold front this evening. It will then be cold for the rest of the week including the weekend. Could be perfect timing for a faux feu.
Tonite will be roast chicken and yellow rice. Actually, it will be yellow brown rice.
Mika, I was just thinking last night that I hadn’t seen you in a few days. Thank you for saving me the trouble of asking if anybody knew where you were. I say make a pillow. You don’t have quite enough material for anything bigger, if you sew the way I do and need at least three or four tries to get it right. The first thing I ever made was a pair of shorts in home ec in 7th grade–shorts are much harder than they look. And everybody who said leave a longer lead on the needle thread is right–I usually also backstitch a couple right at the beginning to make sure everything’s good and tight.
So, I went to see the condo president last night (he lives across the hall–I didn’t even need to put shoes on) to make sure he knew that we were taking what he said seriously and trying to clear up the matter of The Pervasive Smoke (because I had the feeling that I had stonefaced him when he originally came to talk to us, and I didn’t want him to think that as soon as he left, we pronounced him an asshole and didn’t do anything whatsoever), but before I could even get the words out, he told me that whatever we’re doing is working perfectly, and if anybody else complains, he’ll kick their asses. Well, he didn’t say that last part, but it was implied. Which means I spent all day yesterday fretting and fuming for virtually nothing, but that’s not exactly new. I do that a lot.
Aaaaand, we are of course sans receptionist. We’ve got a former employee (retired) who helps us out whenever we get ourselves into this jam, and she’s here until noon today, until 3 tomorrow and Friday, and completely off on Thursday, which will be hell for me, but I’ll cope. I’m just praying we get around to hiring somebody new a little faster–it takes us an average of five months every time we lose a receptionist. You’d think I wouldn’t have actual statistics on this–I’ve been here just over two years. But unfortunately, I’m all-too-familiar with it.
sigh I should probably work or something. I just don’t feel like it.
Morning. Today is Kitchen Cleaning and Grocery Shopping Day. The no spending week isn’t going to work this week or next, because next week is Valentine’s Day/ Mr. Lissar’s birthday. I made a grocery list, and I need tons of stuff, plus a new bundle buggy-shopping-cart-thing. Oh, well. I have a department store gift card, so I might pick up a cast iron grill pan, too. I like grilled veggies.
Guess what I did at work yesterday. Go ahead, guess. (Hint: It did not involve pus.)
You know what dogs and cats have on their back ends? Their butt. You know what else in the butt vicinity? Anal glands. You know what can happen to anal glands? They can fill up. You know what you do when your dog’s anal glands are all filled up? You take them to the vet. You know what happens at the vet? One of the techs “take care of the problem”.
Yesterday I was one of the techs “taking care of problems”. For the first time ever. And the second time ever.
It was yucky.
But about that OP:
Our first house had a fireplace. We used it… maybe six times. With those fake sawdust-and-wax logs. (We had a log stuck in the fireplace (because that was the best place to store it) and the neighbor kid came over and saw it and asked “Why you got bread in your fireplace?” Because we really like toast! That’s why.)
Our second house had a fake fireplace. It looked like a fireplace, only there was no chimney so we couldn’t start a fire in it (safely).
Our current house doesn’t have a fireplace or a fake fireplace. I have an “outdoor fireplace” I got at Target though. So I can make a campfire in the backyard. We’ve used that three or four times since I got it.
You know, if you think there’s a chance of having that, you should really get it checked out immediately. 'Cause that’s one of those diseases that needs to be caught right at the beginning.
Yes, please don’t wear jewelry with the bow–too much, not tasteful.
Wow-2 pages already! Where to start…
Superbowl. I’m in the fort as well–I kept saying to myself, “I need to turn that on at least to see the commercials.” About noon I decided to root for Seattl (lovely city)–and that IS the kiss of the death for any sports team.
I’m a Cub fan–can you tell?
Fires and fireplaces. I didn’t tell you all this (because even here there is too mundane of stuff), but when I was studying for the GRE, I either had candles going in the fireplace or a small fire (no big logs). It was great and I think it relaxed me a bit. I wouldn’t live anywhere without a fireplace (good thing I like the north). Nice touch with the flue–been there, done that!
Not sure who the zelia person is, but he sounds destructive and anti-snowpeople. This is just plain unacceptable–snowpeople are not blown up or “burned”–they are knocked down in a regular donnybrook. He’s English, so that explains alot, there.
Drae -it’s all well and good for him to say that whatever you’re doing is working–but you’re living in a 40 degree living room! Don’t they sell some kind of smoke trap/filter thingy? Way back, I recall some kind of air filter that could sit on a table and had charcoal filters just for this purpose. Good luck.
Italy! How exciting. I have always wanted to go there–hell, I want to go just about anywhere! Except Indiana–that’s boring.
Not much to report here. I am spending the day polishing my interview essay and starting my personal statement essay. Really am sick of the is app and want it DONE.
To the lonely bureaucrat at the Canadian office: that sounds terrible. I hope you’re keeping your old work on disc or something, so that you don’t have to keep re-inventing the wheel!
Cold here-yay! Sunny as well-double yay!
And if I end up a the grocery store, I plan on buying something imported from Denmark.
It is cold and sunny out. I actually had to scrape frost off my windshield this morning when I left for work. Woo-hoo! We have a great, glowing orb in the daytime sky! What is that thing?
welby, how about a certificate for a day at the spa or something like that for welbywife? Or, if that isn’t her thing, a gift card or certificate to her favorite store. Is she interested in any new books? Just some suggestions.
On the carpet thing…is it too big to be washed? If it is, then I suggest spilling something red all over it so it can be thrown out.
One of my co-workers went to Italy in December. She went with her sisters and I guess she had a great time. She spent some time in Tuscany, as well as other parts of Italy. I’d kind of like to go.
I just posted, but didn’t see this. Oh man, that really sucks! Maybe it’s time for a sit-down with the boss. This seems really unfair. We’re all grown-ups (mostly), but sometimes you have to put your foot down and let them know what’s up. We all know the world isn’t a fair place, but it seems ridiculous that you are required to perform two jobs on a continuous basis because they can’t seem to hold on to a receptionist. Aren’t there other people there that can rotate this duty?
There will be people on backup for me, should I need to leave my desk or be on the phone with a customer or whatever else. I suppose I could sit down and say I can’t do this, but the truth is, I can do it. It might leave a little less SDMB time and be a little more annoying, but I do have the time, so I feel I can’t actually complain. The job I have now takes up maybe three hours of my day. What upsets me most is the fact that when I took this job, I specifically requested I not be on the phone much. But alas, I think it’s just my lot in life. I’m good on the phone. I know how the phone system works. I have a phone voice that immediately makes men be nice to me. I’m made for phone work (and I’ve got a face for radio. ).
Of course, I had been thinking about finding another job anyway, so I’ll probably start looking pretty damn soon. It’s one of those situations where I genuinely like many of the people I work with, which makes it harder to leave … but it’s not as if the job (any of the jobs) is challenging to me.
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