Smartie. 
He tends to sound a LOT younger than he actually is.
Speaking in soprano harmony.
Auditor type didn’t have time for me so all that stressing for nothing. Not that I have anything to worry about but a load off anyway. Probably why he did not take the time to harass me. This has been a really long week.
A rat my cat drug in alive and stayed for a while finally made his exit today. He was holed up in the tv he was living in and he killed. He jumped out outside as hubby was hauling it out. Destructive little bastards them.
Obligatory drunken post.
TGIF X09$877553;;5690727282.2
I saw something tonight that is bugging the shit out of me, so pardon me while I unload.
VWife and I patronize a Chinese restaurant run by HTG Chinese immigrants. There is a kid there we’ve sort of adopted; I take him Gummi Bears and the like when I go in, and he gets a Christmas present each year. Ben is a 4th grader for reference.
So, tonight I went to pick up an order, and a squeeze bottle hit the door when I opened the other one. I looked just in time to see Ben get clocked on the head be one of the cooks, who I’ve assumed is his uncle. I am unsure of the family relationships. This really pissed me off, but I kept my mouth shut, paid for my order, and left.
After I got home, I was really livid, and I went back to examine Ben. The side of his face and his ear was not swollen or red, so there was not any injury to report. I tried to get him to talk to me, but he wouldn’t, and his mom was in the dining room anyway. He had a running conversation with her in Chinese. What really bugged me was he exhibited many telltales of a battered person, as drilled into us in EMT school.
In the end, I’ve done nothing except unload on y’all. I did not see what prompted the smack down. They are of another culture, and if Ben had been turned over a knee like I was instead, I would not be whining here. Even if I called the sheriff, there was no obvious injury. I’ve decided that the next time I see the cook, I’ll tell him that if I ever see him hit Ben like that again, he’ll be shitting his teeth for a week and I’ll swear out a battery complaint on him.
Over or under reacting?
Home from work. Missed a good hockey game.
BBBobbio, I think you reacted right.
Midget, you look quite XX to me. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis a rainy 48 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 64. Rain is supposed to stop then come back tonight and tomorrow.
I finally gave up yestiddy and just went to bed. I stayed there the rest of the day. I actually do feel better this mornin’ although not great. I shall betake myself to the irkplace. Ick.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Firday Y’all!
You’re married to David Sedaris?
Bobbio, that’s the correct reaction.
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Morning all,
Spreadsheet from Hell is stick kicking my but. 1300 plus line items and over 40 columns and I have only myself to blame because I made it. UGH!
Bob, tell Mom and Dad about it.
Dad might beat up Uncle before you get a chance.
Happy Firday!!
Password shenanigans again this morning. Guess I will have to use the browser’s “Do you want me to remember your password because you can’t?” feature.
So it just isn’t my coding skills that are rusty - add reading comprehension to the list of things I have to practice more.
Coffee is just about done. I have my own coffee maker right by my desk, one of the extra ones we had lying around the house. My co-irkers like the swill that comes out of the 30-cup burner, and pay a quarter a cup for the privilege. No thanks - burnt Maxwell house bought by the pallet is, well, unpalatable. (See what I did there?)
Bobbio I don’t know what I would have done in your shoes. Hope it all turns out okay. From personal experience, working in the kitchen of a restaurant is a high-stress job that can bring out the worst in people. Not condoning the uncle’s behavior, and not trying to defend him. Just sayin’.
And a hello to Taters and FCMom. How are things?
I read that as “a big ol’ galvanized tree”. Poor tree!
¿Qué? ¿Cómo quieres que oiga si no dices nada más? ¿Qué quieres, que me calle? ¡Pues no funciona!
Oye= listen
“What? What am I supposed to listen to if you just stop talking, uh? It’s a trick to make me shut up, is it? It’s not going to work!”
Happy Firday!
It’s a wet rainy 31 degrees out with a projected high of 39. I wanted to go out but I’m not going out in this.
::applauds Nava’s post::
I has a very big, rainy-day-induced, futha-mucking headache. BLURF!
Culture or no, here in the US we have rules and smacking kids about the head is out of bounds. You know the sitch better than I but it seems that the Uncle/Cook needs a reminder that OUR rules apply now, not just his. Tread carefully but be firm. As much as I would like to demonstrate my mad dental skills on such a person threats are probably unwise.
I assume that you still have friends in the Bambulance community, drop a dime and let them know what you saw, not a formal report but a heads up.
If you witness it again, call the cops.
My 2 cents
Happy Freyaday all
Jim
Ack- after last time’s ‘car doing weird stuff’ episode turned out to be nuttin’, I’ve not been worried so much this time it started making funny noises.
I thought the exhaust was a bit loose, and was rattling- it turns out it’s basically rusted through, and will largely need replacing (my parents drove old rustbuckets, and that was what it sounded like). Expected to cost £250.
By contrast, my income this week will be the princely sum of £28. There goes my Christmas money…
If the dang phone would quit ringin’ I might survive today. It’s only when I talk too much that I start hackin’ up a lung. So, of course, it has apparently become National Call Da Bear Day.
Be prepared to have expectorate in your hot and sour soup.
Bobbio, re Ben and his uncle - I agree with Jim. I would stop short of threatening the uncle, just let him know what you saw and that those with the power to stop him will be watching (I guess that’s a threat, but not of bodily harm) If you do take your ire out on the uncle, the uncle could have you arrested, defense of a third party not withstanding.