Happy Thorsday!
I’m running late today, had a horrible night’s sleep. First my bladder was being a pest. Then the dog needed out. Then he had a panting spell, but at last he was laying down instead of pacing.
Finally, as I was just falling asleep the thunderboomer hit, so loud I thought it was a bomb. Then silence, I was just on the edge of sleep and the storm started.
I irked my morning shift, and then took a nap.
I got one worry off my mind. The city sent me a notice about a disabled vehicle on my property, with a deadline to move it and threats of towing and liens. I thought they may be talking about the boat, which I have no way of moving - but it turns out they sent the notice to the wrong address.
I kind of figured they were talking about the neighbor’s car, except for he keeps it covered. I know it’s a junker under there because I’ve seen it without the cover. I never thought the city would look under the cover. Or maybe they just assume it’s a junker because it’s not like people around here are driving maserati or jags.
I’m going to look pretty darn strange when I win the lottery and start parking my bugatti veyron out back.
Well, not my problem, not my business.
Gotti I LOVE Amazon and I think I’ll order some of those syringes. Looks like the kind of thing to keep around because you never know when it’ll come in handy. Kind of like the SUGRU.
I almost forgot the weather report. I know y’all can live unless you know what I am suffering outside. It’s a cloudy 77 degrees out there.
MetalMouse, your trip sounds like fun.
Butters - I hope you feel better soon.
Unfortunately, I curse like a sailor. I didn’t start cursing until I moved to the city, it’s the way everybody talked.
Every time I try to clean up my act, some (add expletives as needed) comes along to pluck my last nerve.
Once I totally embarrassed myself.
I had just started a new job and I was rushing to get to the company Christmas Party. It was being held at a hotel out by the airport and the was NO place to park. I was already late, and nervous.
So I’m driving around and around the parking lot and there is one space that I kept passing by because the car next to it was over the line. I could fit in it, but the driver of the other car wouldn’t be able to open his door.
Finally I said, screw it, he parked that way, not my problem if he can’t get into his car. As soon as I got out of my car, all these guys in aprons come running out and tell me I can’t park there because the car I’m blocking belongs to Cookie, O told them to go get cookie and I’d wait and let him move his car over. They run back in, and I’m waiting and waiting and decided to leave. Here they come again, a whole mess of them once again telling me I can’t park there because I am blocking Cookie. We go through the same routine. Third time I said maybe they should get Cookie to come out along with the manager and Cookie can explain to the manager why he needs to take up two parking spaces in a crowded parking lot.
So I wait a little, no response until I start to walk away - and here they come again.
I lost my patience, and I really went off on them.
Then I hear laughter coming from behind me.
Three cars loaded with my new co-workers were sitting there watching the whole thing.
The one woman hollered out the window, Damn Sari, I never thought you would even know those words, let alone what they mean and how to string them together like that.
Actually, I’m trying to teach him basic drafting, which apparently isn’t taught in engineering schools any more. Not that it was taught intensively when I was in school - we just had to take one class - but I did learn about projections and stacked tolerances and such. He’s coming along, tho. He’s smart - he’ll learn.
Soweto sounds a lot like parts of Costa Rica was when I toured.