Sounds like you and DH have similar tasks. He’s not counting mops, but that sounds a heck of a lot easier than sorting out a pile of keys that the previous office mismanager left behind.
In theory, he’s got a key to every door, cabinet and message board in the building. In reality, there’s been a fair bit of jimmying of locks and replacing them. Easy-peasy to pry open a buletin board and replace its lock, but not so easy with storage room doors.
Same former manager also ran off with about $500 in petty cash from the office and has apparently absconded with or maliciously discarded some of the newer client files. He’s not looking forward to the next HUD audit and having to explain this.
EC it was for Diet Dr. Pepper. Why do I know that? Cause I like Diet Dr. Pepper, so I remembered. If it had been sump’n I don’t like I wouldn’t remember it. Mind like a sieve here!
Now that I know how many different sizes of mopheads are in stock and the number of each in stock, I am now in possession of the knowledge of how much of each we need to be stockpiling for future orders. WOOHOO!!!
After lunch, I get to [del]ride herd[/del] supervise the packaging of various mopheads in various sizes (itty bitty to super extra large). Then, Oh Joy!, I get to prepare a FedEx shipment online. Then, I get to take many boxes of various sized mops to the FedEx place! Plus, somehow or other, I need to be reading through some state guidelines concerning changes in the provision of services to persons with developmental disabilities so that I may go forth and [del]beat it into the heads of[/del] instruct others.
I need [del]several[/del] one or two martinis or maybe I’ll do like Ex and just go chase down a beer truck. Did anybody else have a mental image of him running down the street after the beer truck yelling STOP! STOP!
I refuse to pluck my eyebrows, though I do weed whack them when they get long enough for me to see out of the corner of my eye. My regular barber knows to automatically trim the hair in my ears whenever I get a haircut.
Last night I dreamed I was going bald. I also had black hair in this dream. Maybe it was somebody else’s head? I also dreamed that I was the world’s worst driver. I think I’d better call my Mother today to make sure nothin has happened to her.
Go to your local Army surplus store. Go in the back and look for something that says ‘Claymore’ on it. It’s the only answer.
If you have a cat infestation however, I don’t have any answers.
Is there such a thing as a court-appointed electrician? I’ve been calling electricians to do some work on our house and they don’t even return my calls. It looks like I’m gonna hafta do it myself, as usual. Snooty bastards.
Good joke Bobbio.
I just ate breakfast and I’m still hungry. That ain’t right.
It’s a rodent. True, it can leap fantastic distances and has a bushy tail that make people think it’s cute, but it’s a rodent. And therefore I will not feed it. The ones in my yard don’t have to die, they don’t have to go away, but I refuse to support their habit. They’re rodents. Letting squirrels bogart the bird-food (except for the hummingbird nectar - they don’t like that, or at leasy haven’t figured out how to roll their tounges into a tube and suck it out of that feeder) is like throwing scraps of food to rats.
I really really need a new keyboard. This one keeps mispelling things.
mika we have a humdinger feeder, and we get humdingers a couple times a week. Next year I’ma gonna plant a bunch of hummingbird-actracting flowers. Got any suggestions?
gotti sounds like that former manager was a real peach. Here’s hoping DH can sort through the mess. Makes me wonder how the guy got away with stuff for so long. How long has it been since HUD monitored? I know HUD monitors. They ain’t known for lettin’ stuff slide.
I trim nose and ear hairs about once a week. I have this really jake little trimmer thingy.
Believe it or not, we got mops all boxed up and ready to go in about an hour. YAY!!! Now I gotta go do the FedEX online thingy. Amazing ain’t it? Teh internet can actually be used to do work stuff. Whoda thunk!
And they’re off!! I wish to congratulate myself for throwing exactly enough pieces to fit on three shelves. Go me! According to my book, the firing should take 10 hours, plus the 3 hour preheat hold, so in theory, my stuff will be done about 3 in da mornin’. And it’s a lovely, cool day and evening again, so going up to 1945 degrees F isn’t gonna drive us outta the house. I’ve got the windows in the studio open and the exhaust fans running. By this time tomorrow, I should be able to unload and start glazing. Except this time tomorrow we’ll be cleaning the boat.
Detail, details…
It’s Friday, my work week is done, and life is good! Let’s all have a great weekend, OK? All in favor??
So did I mention I am in a quartet? we’ve only had one rehearsal and already have experienced a personnel change. But it’s really just for fun, at least to start off - I have ambitions of us being good enough, after about a year’s worth of practice, to perform in our show, and maybe compete in a beginner’s competition
Depends on the kinds of hummingbirds you have in your area, and what kind of beaks they have. Check online for the kinds of birds native to you. Some birds prefer longer-necked flowers, others like smaller flowers, or specific colors. Try this website:
They have a listing by state for species. For example, NY has:
Ruby-throated, Rufous, Calliope.
Ruby: They quickly become accustomed to human presence, and will swoop down to investigate red articles of clothing, possibly as potential food sources. Feeders hung at windows attract as many visitors as ones farther from structures, and the bird that claims a feeder as its territory may spend much of the day perched nearby, guarding the food source against intruders.
Rofous: This bird outflies all other species, and usually gets its way at feeders at the expense of slower, less-maneuverable hummers.
You may have to hunt elsewhere for what kinds of flowers they like. lemme see…never mind. Attracting Hummingbirds
There’s a whole bunch of plants and flowers listed, plus books. Good luck!
Sadly, I have an excellent bird feeder that is indeed squirrel proof, but I cannot remember where I purchased it. It is powder painted steel, with a spring mechanism that shuts off the food, if the weight applied is too heavy. Songbirds are no trouble–but fat old squirrels can’t get any food. They do eat the seed that is dropped by the birds etc, but I have had no more trouble with the rats with furry tails.
I applied for a library page job today–I think I’ll get it. It’s 10 hours/week. Still doing the nurse thing, but have told husband that I am quitting that as of May 07. There is no way I can do it for two more years. I dread every day of it. Weekends are slightly better, but not by much. I can do 8 months more, though.
My barber doesn’t really screw around with my eyebrows, but he has been known to attack my ears with his scissors, which leads me to:
Uh… I may have a small confession to make.
Damn right. This “metrosexual as the ideal male” crap has to stop. We have no need for a word like “metrosexual” anyway, because we already have perfectly servicable terms for these guys, like “wimp,” “crybaby,” “momma’s boy,” and “sissy.”
Don’t lose any sleep over my eyebrows, Puggy. They’re sleek and sexy, just like the rest of me. Yep, nothin’ but sleek and sexy over here.
I am ecstatic. When I think that even a year ago that whole outfit (it’s a lengha, but a relatively simple one, which is why it might go great for a gypsy-type costume) - sorry, where was I? Right! Even a year ago that outfit would have been crossed off as unable to wear, and it’s so beautiful! I think I will marry my sewing machine, that’s how much I love it.
