They are mid replacing the floors in the main break area now. They’ve been at it for two weeks and it’s a mess. The main break room has been closed, as well as the adjoining quiet rooms, restrooms and lockers (I have to leave my phone in an insulated lunch bag with a blue thingy to keep from frying it in the heat :eek: ), so the company has set up a nacho bar for us today in one of the auxiliary break areas as a “thank you for your patience” gesture. The cheese ones are pretty decent.
[QUOTE=Buttercup Smith] MOOOOMMMI had a voice mail the other day from the Internal Revenue Service that they were going to file suit against me. This is a well know scam here in the Keys. We are square with the IRS so they picked the wrong victim.
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Not to mention that whole thing about how the IRS will contact you via an ominous letter, rather than a phone call. There was a clip on the local news today about someone who fell for the notion that the IRS was going to settle with them for a mere $3,000 in iTunes gift cards. Ignoring the people that are being scammed for a moment, what are scammers doing with thousands of dollars in iTunes credit? Is there some way to redeem iTunes value for cash, or are they just buying thousands and thousands of songs?
If the IRS listens to music at all, it’s probably on cassette tapes, judging by the apparent vintage of their computers.
Ooogg… not looking forward to the continued Borg-ification of me next week. Just have to remind myself that resistance is futile and v-fib is fatal.
Howdy Y’all! Pre-retirement vacation has begun. YAY! Yes, I needed a vacation to rest up for retirement. OK, my official last day is July 29th but I have no irk equipment on me and even though I could access irkstuff from my home puter etc, I ain’t even so as far as I’m concerned I am through.
MOOOOOOM should have read the email. I am secretly a Nigerian prince who has $100,000,000,000.15 in Nigerian pounds sterling lira in a bank in the States of the United America.
Rockin’ congrats on officially bein’ your own landlord.
This evenin’ I get to grill hamburgers for the [del]spawn of Satan[/del] little angels at VBS. They get to go swimmin’ and run around outside like the yard apes they are. Fun times ahead.
**YAY! for last day of work Swampy! I kept thinking your last day was the 29th, I forgot you got to leave early. I’m so jealous.
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I took a nap and now I feel more alive.
This has been a slothful week.
I have to pick a day to go get a blood test. I have to fast 6 to 8 hours before the test. I first heard 68 hours before the test, if I did that somebody else would have to drive me over, walk me in, and carry me back out.
I’ve been havin’ trouble with teh intartoobz and my landline off and on the past couple of weeks so I called AT&T this afternoon. A technician is supposed to show up tomorrow mornin’ between eight and ten o’clock. So, tomorrow I get a visit from the Telephone Man..
Supper was cod, green beans, and corn. Neither of us was very hungry, so there’s corn leftover. Which means this weekend, we’re going to have deep fried corn on the cob - just like we used to get at Woody’s BBQ! YUM!!
It’s official - **FCD **will have surgery again next month and the doc will put more metal in his back. Three in one year is a new record for him! But he’ll have 2 full months to recover before our cruise, which is good. On the down side, I don’t have enough leave for vacation and for his surgery, so I’ll need to work some extra hours of comp time.
Tell me where you want it and I’ll put it where I can!
(Daddy was a telephone lineman. He hated that song, so naturally, we kids learned all the lyrics!)
Next up: it was a dark and stormy night… and The Fellow asked me to go roll up the windows on the truck, because he forgot. No worries, I run outside with the keys, sit in the driver’s seat, and close the door - because it’s pouring rain. Roll up the windows, then back down a half-inch for air flow. (There’s a little overhang above each window, and we never leave the windows all the way up in July. Because it’s south Georgia.) Mission accomplished. Try to get out of the truck. Fumble around for the door handle for at least a minute - can’t find it. Start groping overhead for the map light. No joy. Begin wondering whether I’ve had a stroke, because really?
I finally escaped. And that’s the true story of how I got trapped in my own vehicle in my own driveway! :smack:
The girls want spaghetti for dinner. Easy enough. But we’ve become rather Spanish in our dining habits lately - substantial afternoon snack, and start the real cooking after the sun drops behind the trees, and supper around 8:30 pm.
sari, as a [del] victim [/del] veteran of regular fasting blood draws, my advice is to hit the lab first thing in themmorning then take yourself out for a good breakfast.
swampy, don’t let OYKW catch you letting your fingers do the walking on the telephone man.
Packing two paintings and the guitars this evening, along with towels and blankets for padding.
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I’ve been havin’ trouble with teh intartoobz and my landline off and on the past couple of weeks so I called AT&T this afternoon. A technician is supposed to show up tomorrow mornin’ between eight and ten o’clock. So, tomorrow I get a visit from the Telephone Man..
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Heh. Halloween morning, 1997, I was at home alone in the ‘burbs. The previous day, an electrical contractor had accidentally cut our phone line while installing a light at the neighbors’ house, and my then-husband forgot to leave the cell phone at home in case his very pregnant wife needed it. So naturally, I went into labor.
All of the neighbors within feasible walking distance were gone - work, school, whatever. So when the Bell South dude pulled up to repair the lines, I waddled out to ask him if he’d pretty please use the buttset to call my husband for me. Poor guy was scared to death that he was going to be forced to play emergency obstetrician! But he was equally startled that I knew he’d have that bit of equipment.
(We chatted a bit while waiting for my husband, and I told him how my parents would occasionally make phone calls via the buttset rather than worry about Granny or Aunt Carrie eavesdropping back when we had a party line.)
I hate being one of a very few adults in my training class. Aside from all the socializing and goofing off that’s got me more than a little worried about whether we’ll run out of class time before we run out of NEEDED material to learn, I really did NOT want to hear some of the 20-somethings discussing strip club visits.
Did another double and doing one again tomorrow. Our volume yesterday was 144,000 ---- today was 113,000 (the big item today was Instant Pot ---- which caught my interest until I figured out it was some kind of pressure cooker) and tomorrow is expected to be about the same. Don’t care about the weekend because I’m going to the Cat House.
If any Ohio Youngstown area mumpers are handy.
By next week everything should be back to the normal kind of abnormal.
A number of years ago, very pregnant (with her 3rd) neighbor was at the [del]maul[/del] mall with her sister when her water broke. The plan was Mom/Grandma was going to stay with the older siblings when she went to the horsepistol. Mom/Grandma gets the phone call & comes flying up the interstate to get to now-in-labor daughter’s house; so fast that she got pulled over. Cop wasn’t letting her go, but was kind enough to ask for now-in-labor daughter’s address & radioed for an bambilance to be dispatched there. Neighbor’s doorbell rings; it’s the bambilance crew; “Okay lady, hop on the stretcher”.
Neighbor - “WTF? Who are you & why are you here?” As she knew nothing of the traffic stop at this point. :smack:
P.S. Can you guys keep a secret? Don’t let Swampy know about this! :eek:
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin and cloudy out with a predicted high of 92 and scattered afternoon tstorms. We shall see. Today’s plan includes awaitin’ the arrival of telephone man, some spiffin’ of da cave, and maybe mowage although that is more likely to happen next week. It’s all willy-nilly now that I’m a bear of leisure.
Spidey it’s MetalMouse who likes to wander around his abode nekkid so maybe you should be concerned for him.
OK, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I suppose I should purtify somewhat. One must be sheveled for the telephone man.
What a productive morning so far! I emptied the dishwasher, packed myself a good lunch, tended to the critters, filled the car with gas, and cleaned the windshield and back window. Now that I’m at the office, I need a rest!
Hot weekend ahead, so I don’t expect to venture forth. I’ll play in clay for part of the time. And maybe I’ll wash the sheets and hang them out in the sun to dry. Yep, exciting times ahead.
OK, my official last day is July 29th but I have no irk equipment on me and even though I could access irkstuff from my home puter etc, I ain’t even so as far as I’m concerned I am through.
