My friend drove me to my interview. I feel I nailed it. But he wasn’t The Decider. He will talk to her tonight and we shall see.
Another food place, quite similar to the shit place I was just at.
OMG, I know that feeling. When we moved MIL out of the first apartment to the second one, there were tons of them!! I honestly don’t remember what I did with them, but I do know the thrift stores don’t want them. But holy crap, those things multiply just like their metal cousins!
Interestingly, in these trashy novels I’m reading “smalls” refers to men’s unders - I assume the ancestors to boxers or briefs. But also a mental image of you working in tighty-whities! 
I’ll be taking BIL to turn in his license tomorrow and get his state ID. I’ll also arrange with him for Daughter to buy his car. I’ll see about getting all the paperwork from him - OK, the title. Then we’ll bring it to our car guy to get inspected and have whatever service is required. Then, I hope, Daughter will sell the Rogue from Hell and use the Elantra till she can afford the car that she wants.
I’m going to do something with chicken and cauliflower for supper, plus I have some sweet corn to steam. At least that’s decided. Poor FCD is internalizing his stress and I don’t know what to do to help him. He just can’t let go. I suspect if his mom and his brother both dropped dead today, he’d then be plagued by guilt over it. I feel so helpless in this. At least he’s not down in the boat in this heat, and he won’t be till some hardware is delivered. By then maybe it’ll cool a wee bit.
OK off to cut up some cauliflower.
I hope like hell she wasn’t posting from her phone and fell down those stairs she wasn’t worried about. :eek:
Funny how that works. Most of my moves have been like that where it just clicked somehow. Some were more rational ticking off the features boxes on a list of alternatives. But that always felt unsatisfying.
I suspect the “Ice is food” is printed there so ill-trained cashiers know that “food stamps” (SNAP benefits) can be used to buy it.
Ice emergencies are real. You own a restaurant with $100K of fancy food in your fridges, freezers, and aging rooms and then the HVAC or the freezer fails. Bring me Ice Ice Baby. Right friggin now!!1!.
Likewise in hot places (the whole damned USA these days) after power failures being able to distribute bags of ice to waiting people does a lot for morale and does something to offset the lack of HVAC in buildings not designed with natural ventilation. Most people will misuse the pittance of ice they get, but if they’re getting ice they’re not feelin abandoned and are less interested in rioting to demonstrate their feeling of abandonment.
During my time in IT for civil emergency management I learned about a lot of weird unexpected shit. The curious importance of ice was one of them.
Dayum Shoe, that’s rough. I’d be beyond furious at the ghosting. But yeah, an infrequent relationship is real hard to sustain and an infrequent plus distant one even harder. Then add a flake to the mix and well; now you’ve got a shit parfait he’s made for you.
If anything useful can be said about the current situation with GC, it’s that at least you know where you stand. Which is outside in the snow.
As I used to say to my wife and to FA’s of a certain age: “Honey, those aren’t hot flashes. Those are Power Surges. And you’ve got the Power!”
Good luck w Coolio and good ice.
Johnny: Yeah, warped rotor. Good thing she’s good operating all your vehicles and now you have a motorcycle even farther in reserve if more cars decide to go on strike this week.
Wise example of lemonade from lemons. The bastards. My prior owner at the condo left us a couple of those “gifts” too. And yeah, by now you just want to be DONE. Sigh. BTDT myself and just recently too. On a vastly smaller scale than what you two are plowing gamely through. Like Shoe said: thoughts and prayers.
Our dumpster was remarkably clean and neat, a 99.9%ile dumpster. It could have won Dumpster of the Year. The one from the Mexican restaurant a half block down the alley on the other side … not so much.
But yeah, I never had the urge to try that either, even after being shown it was possible. On the plus side, they’re easy to hop into and once inside you have privacy on all 4 sides, plus the top if you’re willing to pull it closed on you both. Which DB & TT were not. Which was their undoing when Super looked in on them.
Hooray for pasta bowls and impending plates! It’s like a kids’ treasure hunt.
Good to hear you did not fall down the stairs as I had feared.
'Zactly. We kept saying the same thing: somebody has to get the good side of this chance.
I’m sorry you are both living with this vulture parked in the corner of the living room. After awhile you hardly notice him, and that’s really the goal. Have all the good time you can while you can without checking your watch every 10 minutes.
As a practical matter, the medium late-stage game for a cancer patient can be summarized in layman’s terms as like the fast aging of a science fiction story or evil witch’s spell. The ordinary infirmities of elderhood just arrive much sooner and at an ever-increasing rate.
It would have been very cruel to have tried to move my late wife any time after what turned out to be roughly her last two years. She was a relatively typical hale and mostly hearty 58yo when we got to FL in 2014 and was the equivalent of a 90yo when she died in 2021 at the age of 65. So 30+ years’ aging in 7 years on the calendar. And ~15 of those in the last ~2.
So be darn sure you’re out ahead of the curve on planning for 80yo infirmity in your family. It’s coming faster than you both might presently think. Certainly far far faster than you both deserve. Monster 
{{hugs}} to you both.
Coppertone: Good job on the interview. Here’s hoping this one isn’t a shit place. Have you considered researching these places on Yelp to see what the customers say about the place? Or are openings just too rare to pass up any?
That might help beat the heat in Brown’s infernal warehouse. On the other hand the cow-orkers might learn whether the proverbial “sweatin’ my b***s off” is based in fact or hyperbole. 
Ouch about FCD. I have no words of wisdom there. You know him far better than I and you’re smart and caring and diligent enough that I know you’ve already tried anything and everything that could possibly work. More than once.
I’ve always tried hard to fix things I could not. Whether it was USAF, my union, my business(es), my condo, or my wife’s health. Or my marriage to HL. In each case I eventually realized the futility of fixing the unfixable. Often years after, sometimes a bit before things ended naturally. Peace be unto him for he surely needs it.
FCM’s MIL has just entered the chat.
I meant to point out, this particular detail made me smile.
Do you ever do fruit juice? I could see flamingos made with cranberry juice looking really pretty.
You do so much good in this world, do you know that?
If this nonsense ever happens at work, imma go sit in the walk-in.
But it seems to only happen right after I wake up (sometimes I haven’t even gotten all the way to go pee yet) so knock on wood nobody will hafta witness me in a rather undigified state.
This is more fun & better suspense than most TV!
I really hope this job works out better for you - hey, I work at a “food place” and am mostly quite happy with it, despite my occasional venting - but I hafta wonder why you seem to be repeating the same pattern over and over.
I can easily join this club.
Do they, like, mate in the night or something? (OMG is a dumpster involved??)
I suspect you know this, but I chose that description just for you. Other times I’ve told the story it’s more like a bed of leaves at a tent campsite.
Hit “post” so I wouldn’t lose my stuff so far, but I got more to say!!
Hear ye, hear ye!
Man, I’d love to read some of your stories.
So very European. (Also, 24.3% of Americans keeled over just thinking about it.)
Brightly colored juice!
I had heart-shaped ice cube trays a long time ago; really brightened up Valentines Day.
Roughly similar in “Game of Thrones” (smallclothes being what everyone wore underneath) so there must be a historical background.
I absolutely felt this in my soul. I wish I had advice.
D’awwww.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I actually thought of her when I was placing the order!
Chicken and cauliflower and sweet corn are all cooking/steaming/whatever in their appropriate vessels. Table is set. Petunias got a long-overdue drink - Poor things were very wilted. We need RAIN!!! Maybe Thursday! Maybe…
Got things straightened out with Daughter about acquisition of BIL’s car - now I just need to get the car to the shop for the inspection, then get Daughter to make an appt at MVA to get the title transferred. Gonna suggest she make the appt now - she can always cancel/reschedule if necessary.
Then that will be one more thing off our plate.
FEMA has traveling laundromats. They set one up at the emergency shelter when Mayer flooded and I saw a constant line of people waiting to wash their clothes. (I was working there as a food stamp lady the entire time, it was sad but also interesting. There are only two times someone can get their food stamps reissued. If they are fleeing an abusive situation-police report will be required, or if they lost their food in a declared disaster.)
Bottled water was handed out and there were tanks of potable water for people to put in their own containers to take home for their livestock. Ice was delivered first thing in the morning and was GONE in a few hours.
I think shoe is doing it right. It’s obvious that shoe has already moved on and indifference is so much easier than anger. Plus, when the jerk figures out that shoe isn’t going to chase after him, his feelings will get hurt.
That is why we were so annoyed. We still would have bought the place with that unpainted spot in the wall but we would have planned for it up front. Hubs picked up the bead board but I told him I didn’t want him to get started until after dinner and sent him off to protect Sanctuary. I don’t really want him to do it after dinner, so I’ll probably use the ice cream solution then.
I found the soup bowls. They were on the same shelf as the plates so why weren’t they in the same box? I’d be in there digging around again, but if I’m up and moving around, Hubs will think he needs to be up doing things, so the plates will stay hidden yet again.
Oh, that’s so much better, nobody will see it. When I was going through the worse of the hot flashes, I would drop everything and run out the nearest door and stand in the snow. It didn’t really seem to help much, but it entertained my coworkers to no end.
Ummm, thank you for your kind words, but I really wasn’t meaning to stealth brag. I just try to walk lightly on the earth.
The shop teacher sent me a pic of one of the jewelry boxes and I could tell that the young person who had made it had really put their heart into it. And then probably gave it to the person they were desperately in love with ATM.
I’m sure glad someone’s enjoying it!!! It is getting pretty ridiculous TBH. I never once thought that one day it would be normal to wake up in the morning wondering where my plates are. Shoulda packed some towels with them.
I swear to gawd, if the last owner had enough clothes to fill all of the hangers, she didn’t have to do laundry but once a year or so.
We keep laughing because I was afraid we wouldn’t have hangers so brought a box of ours.
Fingers crossed for the eventual appearance of plates.
I’ve only had good tire experiences with Les Schwab.
I … chased a bit. Hey, I was really looking forward to gettin’ laid.
But we’ve done this dance before, and it’s not that his feelings are hurt, it’s that he’s hiding cuz he thinks I’m mad at him.
… without me even getting the satisfaction of yelling at him!
That’s my backup plan.
Hell, most of the crew (including S.M.) have already learned to not worry if I walk out in the snow in my short-sleeved shirt to take out the trash or dump the fryer grease bucket or whatever.
“What is shoe doing?!?”
“She’s fine.”
“Isn’t she cold?”
“She’s fine.”
Hell, when it was really coming down last winter, the whole crew got a laugh outta me coming back inside & shaking like a dog to get the snow offa my kerchief.
This warmed the shriveled little cockles of what’s left of my heart.
You deserve better and I hope it happens soon.
I’m also looking for our cutlery. Besides our two plates and two dinner knives, I sent two each butter knives, soup spoons, desert spoons, salad forks and dinner folks with him when he was going to close. I am pretty sure that there are six more of each somewhere in the living room. Probably with my plates. FML, LOL!!!
Since people send virtual hugs, here’s virtual place settings until the real ones are found.
Howdy Y’all! Outside of bravin’ the great unwashed to go get my ‘scripts, been a very RDOS day. We did get in some quality cee-mint pond time followed by nappage. Sup got fixed and et and the kitchen cleanded. Oh and for productivity, the biiiiiig trash can got hauled all the way back up from the road to where it lives durin’ the week. Hopin’ for some rain soon as it looks rainyish out. Netflix, chill, and popcorn time soon.
MOOOOOOM an ice maker that makes the “good ice” is indeed an essential. I’ve thought about a lawn service since I am the one who mows. OYKW will not do yahd irk at all. Maybe it has sump’n to do about bein’ brought up on a farm. Last year I said I’d get a service this year. This year I’m sayin’ I’ll get a service next year. Next year I will either have a service or be sayin’ I’ll get one the next year.
Lucky I don’t have stairs but if’n I did I’d consider a stair lift. I think they look cool. This means that if I did have stairs I’d want one to be cool. I think I have different cool standards than the average folk.
Wheelie I hope the passenger is OK, as well. Hope irk goes well. It’s always hard when a big time adjustment is a part of it all. BTDT.
Pen tell the team to try harder. A new drinkin’ goal is important.
JtC hope the search for the missin’ plates ends successfully soonest.
Coppertone glad the procedure is over. Hope you’re feelin’ better soonest.
Lily hope BRAT helps with the tummy issues.
Pilot you should spoiler that story. Those of a delicate nature may be clutchin’ their pearls whilst fallin’ on to faintin’ couches after readin’ that.
shoe shame on GC for bailin’ without notice. I hope you do find someone more local and reliable.
Bowls! You have bowls!
Interesting weird thing that I am sure I mentioned before. On the holy day commemorating the beheading of the righteous John the Baptist, a rather strict food day; one does not eat on plates or eat anything round or head related.
Y’all are set there.
Lovely story of your table. What a fantastic teacher!
Susan, I have that cutlery.
:::from the scorched desert a hand waves from the steam letting everyone know he still boils:: 112 today…
She can’t drive the MG. She says her feet can’t reach the pedals.
Yep, the R1 is available for short trips without cargo. It would be torture if I had to ride it to Burien and back. The Seca II, I’ve ridden from L.A. to north of San Francisco, to Lake Havasu, and to Las Vegas, right off the top of my head. It’s not as quick or as fast as the R1, but it’s a Standard and thus more comfortable. I’ll be glad when it’s restored and rebuilt.
Agreed, but IMO there’s some process ahead of that.
The emotional process of a breakup is a bit like the emotional process of a death: fear, anger, denial, bargaining, acceptance. Then comes indifference.
Also it’s a quite different experience from the POV of the breaker vs the breakee.
As a recent breaker myself, all the following happened and were processed by me emotionally before I told her I was done: fear, anger, denial, bargaining, acceptance. Once I was at acceptance I could act. And once I’d acted I could promptly and with rather little emotional strain move to indifference. Where I remain.
HL was, frankly, rather blindsided when I left. I don’t know where she is emotionally now, but my expectation is she’s trying for acceptance and indifference while still holding the lid down on a pot of anger. Maybe big, maybe small. She was always very tightly controlled so her inner state is rather inscrutable under the best of circumstances.
Dear sweet Shoe is the breakee here, so is playing a bit of emotional catch-up. Throwing a couple of anger logs in the fire can be cathartic, almost fun at first; the key is to not get addicted to the bitter smoke from that fire; the long term effects of that are, as you say, very bad.
That is such juvenile cowardly chickenshit I’m embarrassed for him. And sorry for you being exposed to that. This isn’t 3rd grade.
I don’t know, but I have to imagine summer is a bit better than winter for finding new BF / GFs in the Far Nort. Move on sooner rather than later sounds like the smart move to ignorant me.
You are Inventive Evil. I like that in a woman. A tip o’ the hat to you Fine Lady
And to you, good sir.
You are so right. I was just going by my experience and you gotta remember that I didn’t really have any emotional commitment to any of my bed warmers. I had a bunch of FWB and we were all good with that. I would get grumpy if one of them went off and got married with telling me, but that was just because I wanted to know to take him off my booty call list.
It was much easier to go from “OMG, I love you when you do that!” to “I’m sorry, I’m busy, I’ll try to call you next week” than it is for modern dating folks.
How sweet/evil, thank you. If Hubs wasn’t defending Sanctuary (Diablo) I’d be diving back into the pile of boxes.
I’d like to think that it was my own idea because I remember Dad complaining about how dear good wood was, but I probably heard it somewhere elsewhere and remembered it just in case I had some good wood that someone could reuse. Mom raised me to be a tree-hugger, some lessons stick.
Oh, I hated that sort of heat because it was so dry that your sweat dried off so fast it didn’t cool you down. I hope it at least cools down at night.
I figure I have at least two more moves in me. The first will be when retire from FT irk. I’ll be moving outside of the Nashville bubble for a couple of years and irk PT somewhere, then move to Texas.
I like that! Much better than the semi-circular ones that you are likely to bonk your head on the cast iron skillet.
Or pink lemonade.
Irked, came home, walked Nelson and et. IOW, a typical Monday.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!