1 - learn to predict winning lottery numbers so I can win big and quit working
2 - if I could quit my professional life, my personal life would be a lot easier
3 - you can start by doubling my salary and my pto
See how easy that is?
I don’t have the time to use the PTO I have! Until this year, our vacation time was ‘use it or lose it’. I always had to scramble to use it by December 31st. This year, I was able to save 32 hours for this year. Now I have 47 hours. (Under the new scheme, I get 10 hours per month.)
Due to my duties, I can only take a week off at a time, and only the last week of the month. I’ll have to see how the finances go, and maybe we can fly down to Tijuana and drive down to Puerto Nuevo (in Rosarito Beach). We want some warm-water (spiny) lobster! 
Don’t you have access to teeming hordes of kids and tweens via soccer? Find a kid you coach with a similar phone (iPhone vs. Android) and cut a deal. Kid teaches you about your phone, helps you set it up, etc and you pay them a pittance or in McDonalds or Nike gift cards. Meet them at a local library for phone tutoring so it’s all above board and safe.
At least it’s not: What kind of tree would you choose to be? or similar idiocy.
Eons ago when I was still gainfully employed, we had to attend some stupid-ass “training” about tolerance or some such crap. Apparently someone in our 3000+ people organization was offended by something so we all had to sit thru an hour or so of inanity. There was a goofy demonstration about hugging, then they asked “What shape do you see yourself as?” (geometric shape, of all things) and it all wound up with our EEO officer doing a talk like a black Southern Baptist preacher (oh, but it was OK, because he was, in fact, a black Southern Baptist) having us chant back to him “I am SOMEBODY!” and “I deserve to be treated with RESPECT!” I think we got to critique that fiasco, and some were more brutally honest than others.
OK, back to reality…
While Toby was napping, FCD sneezed really loudly and woke the poor kid up - scared the crap out of him!! I managed to calm him and get him back to sleep, but 45 minutes later, I had to wake him to be changed and fed right before I took him to his mom. Poor baby fell asleep before finishing his bottle. So I had to warn my daughter that she was going to have a potential little crabapple tonight.
I went to Food Lion and spent something in excess of $60, but it would have been over $100 if I didn’t have their neato MVP shopping card. Of course, if I didn’t have the card, I wouldn’t have bought the stuff that was on sale if you had the card… right? Anyway, my Diet Coke stash is plussed up and I got 2# of 16-20 count shrimp for $12, which is pretty good. Plus some other stuff.
We ordered Chinese for supper, just because. And apart from emptying the dishwasher, I don’t think I have much to do tonight. So yay!
We had one of those at Big Multinational Corp, for sexual harassment training. We had a guy in our office who was born and raised in Texas, in the early-'30s, I think, and whose first language was not English. He would say inappropriate things, like telling an attractive coworker, ‘You’re sitting on a gold mine!’. He called women ‘gals’. He didn’t mean any harm; it was just the time, location, and culture where he was born and grew up. The one person who needed this training was he. He happened to be out sick that day (legitimately). 
The one thing I remembered about the training was that all of the demonstrations depicted men as the offenders. Only men. ‘Men are bad, m’kay?’
Well, duh. Men are pigs. Women are saintly and are to be venerated for putting up with men. Didn’t you get the memo?
I think I told you all about the “training” where we had to pick items out of a box and use them to design our superhero costume. We had to wear it and introduce our super-self to the group. No, no, nope, no.
The last gummint job I had did team building, but that’s just the name they gave to “Leave early and go to Happy Hour.” It wasn’t too bad, tho - we’d all hang out for an hour or so, having snacks and beverages. And we couldn’t talk shop, since all of our work was classified. Instead, it was BS session. And it only extended beyond work hours if you were so inclined, which I rarely was. I wanted to go HOME!!!
Delivery was early, and I was disappointed. I had steamed broccoli and shrimp, and I think they gave me the bottom of the pot of broccoli - it was literally dripping water, and definitely more cooked than usually. Oh well, still semi-healthy and I didn’t have to cook. Dishes are done and I’m about to flop down in my recliner with my book. Oh yeah!!
Did another brisket today. I’m getting better - the task goes more smoothly and I don’t have to keep asking for advice so much as I go along.
Plus I had new earrings and false eyelashes, so I looked good doin’ it!
Bonus: we legit f’d up an order, with the result being a half a rack of ribs sitting in the warmer for hours. Can’t sell 'em anymore, so … guess who’s having ribs for dinner?
(Every job has some perk.)
It’s about 37 F outside and not snowing. Might go for a short walk.
Someone riffled through my car one night. I noticed the glove box was open when I went to go to work the next morning.
They stole … a lighter.
Hell, man, you need a light that badly, go ahead and take it. (They left the weed and the half-packed pipe, oddly. Happily for me, but I was also kinda like, “Really?”)
I LOL’d. 
Y’all are hilarious and ingenious.
Also ingenious.
Oh, jeebus, I’d want to melt into the floor.
Maybe that is why one of my son’s professors (he had her for several classes) asked them questions such as: If you were a rock, why kind of rock would you be? and If you were in the ocean, what would you be?
She was preparing him for corporate bullshit.
None of the sexual harassment sessions I went to depicted men as the culprits. That didn’t stop some of ‘em from griping about the imaginary slight, though. (Geez, you can’t even LOOK at a woman these days without someone shouting “Harassment” and RUINING your LIFE!) I was tempted to reveal that the good ol’ boy principal had playfully kicked me in the derriere, but I knew if I did there’d be a steep price to pay.
Anyway, I’ve been to a few stoopid meetings. We once spent three days learning what color our personalities were. True story. I’m sure taxpayers would’ve been thrilled that someone got paid thousands to conduct that one.
So sorry to hear this. They are bad humans! I have to park on the street and it happened to me 3 times in 15 years. 2 of the times they did damage to the windows or doors that doesn’t quite come up to the insurance deductible. Once they got my nursing bag and that was an expensive loss. What a delinquent person was going to do with stethoscopes and blood pressure cuffs I do not know. Pretty sure pawn shops won’t take them. The theory is they assumed because I’m a nurse there would be drug goodies in the car. Nope. Just meant I had to haul those heavy bags in and out of the house every day. If all they wanted was clean needles and syringes I would give them those, rules be damned.
They got the couple of dollars in change in the cup holders and that is about it the other times. Headache and expense for me.
Sorry you have to deal with it plus the lost sense of safety and peace of mind. I firmly believe karma will out though.
Wifey, RN just called. She’s out visiting patients, and she stopped for gas. She couldn’t get the lid open to access her gas cap. She thinks maybe whoever keyed her car messed it up. (I mentioned the hood before, but they keyed the body as well.) She said she was lifting with her key, and then lifting the lever inside of the car. The key would slip out, but the lid wouldn’t open.
I asked her if there was anyone who could lift the lever while she tried lifting the flap with her key. She said there wasn’t. She was about to give me directions to the Arco station about 10 miles away, when someone happened by. She asked him to lift the lever while she did the flap. It worked. I’ll have a look at it when she gets home.
I’m equally sorry this happened. Karma will out for these miscreants too. Too bad we won’t be around to see them get their comeuppance. I usually hope it’s root canals and erectile dysfunction.
Yay on Echo’s progress sari!
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Irked, came home, walked Nelson and et. Such excitement!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Went out to get the mail. I wore my zoriis instead of schlleppers. I slipped on the moss on the driveway. I destroyed my knees in high school, so I went down. It hurt. I picked myself up and took a shower, and put my clothes in the washer for whenever we run the washer again.
Looks like a trip to the hardware store for a can of Moss B Ware… after I look at Mrs. L.A.'s gas cap cover.
I did my trek back to the museum that messed up drawer install. Got that sorted. My knees are unhappy. Second 1.5 hour trip for this mess. And I’m still not hearing from the next project on when it might be starting. Ugh.
flyboy Careful out there with the bad knees and shoes. And best of luck on the car.
shoe Now I want ribs. I don’t think there’s anywhere within at least an hour that I might find any. There used to be a BBQ place in town, but the last time I went there I found the end of a kitchen staff plastic glove in my burnt ends. It has since closed. Upstate NY is not known for the BBQ. We do have Dinosaur, but they’re not close.
Wifey, RN walked out on a (new) patient. He was rude to her as soon as she walked in the door. Younger guy who can move around and do everything except reach his toes. She decided he could just go to a podiatrist. She has her own business so that she doesn’t have to put up with any felgercarb.
Johnny, it’s been a long time since I heard the term “felgercarb” Takes me back and shows my age!
I had forgotten felgercarb. Good for her for leaving. I’m glad she doesn’t have to put up with that. I hope your knee is ok.