I sometimes wish mine had been like that; in my case it was more subtle. The drains were a little slow so I called for the standard snake job. Figured roots maybe - more likely a bad batch of paper. They ran a camera and I got to see that my sewer looked like a bad scene from the Great Escape – narrow and dirt lined. It that instant it went from minor annoyance to “just how much cash do I have available?” To complicate things my line was very deep and ran under one wall of my detached garage - which had to be jacked while they did their work. It was this “how could things get worse – oh, that’s how” from beginning to end.
Adulthood? I have a wife and family, a house, a career I’ll be retiring from soon, and I still think of myself as much the same as when I was 21 (currently with over 35 years of additional on-the-job-experience). Doesn’t everyone?
The folks in my last project would want to have meetings to plan the meeting where we’d prepare the plan-preparation meetings. Of course, since the plan changed in every plan-preparation meeting, each plan-preparation meeting would have to be followed by another preparation meeting to prepare the next plan-preparation meeting, and the preparation meeting would have to be preceded by a planning meeting…
It’s like a tongue-twister for the brain. My brain reckons it’s more efficient to improvise, specially since the plans ended up being shite anyway.
It’s a beautiful day- our third beautiful day in a row. I’m getting suspicious. It’s November, month of sleet. I’m still enjoying it, but it’s weird.
I have a bunch of things to do, but I just accomplished the most nerve-wracking (making caramels). Wait. No. Nat’s getting his H1N1 shot today. That’s my most nerve-wracking thing. Drat.
Nothing to do for it but sit here and eat these pecan pralines.
I was recently on a team where one of the sub-leads (not of my subgroup, thankfully) *lurved *meetings. I heard from the overall lead that the guy scheduled one working meeting for EIGHT HOURS!!! I’d have had to kill myself, then come back and kill him. Plus he talked sloooooooooooow and added a bajillion qualifiers to every statement - it took him forever to say anything. I was so glad when that project went away.
Tomorrow is teeth cleaning day. I’ve got an appointment at 11:10, so I can get a little done in the morning, got see Dr. Morgan, then come back and do some more. We should get a lot done in the bathroom, I hope.
Home early-ish form work. Sick. Can’t stop sneezing. Taken Nyquil so off to bed soon.
I bought Season 1 & 2 of Big Bang Theory over the weekend - Love this show and I am sat here giggling at Sheldon.
Tomorrow is a holiday in France but I am going to be a good little wife and get up at my usual crack of dawn time to talk to mr ems then I will be going back to bed.
I have decided that I’m just goin’ to take my clothes to the creek and beat ‘em on a rock. Ok, not really, but I did briefly consider it before decidin’ on a new washer. I also arranged for somebody to be here tomorrow between the hours of ten am - one pm to take delivery and make sure the old one goes away and the new one is installed cause that’s what I’m payin’ for. The price I must pay for my friend bein’ here is two sweet potato pies for Thanksgiving. I guess she’s worth that.
Oh and I have many, many ‘maters I must commence doin’ sump’n with. I’m considerin’ just makin’ a lot of tomato sauce cause tomato sauce is a good thing to have around.
Okay, obviously my lifestyle change (aka moving from a sit-down office job to a stand-on-your-feet-for-eight-hours and run-back-and-forth-behind-the-desk-like-a-gerbil job) is going to prevent me from counting calories to lose these last 10-15-20 lbs. I think as long as I do some exercise for 30 minutes a day at least four days a week and don’t eat out much, I’ll be fine. I’m burning a lot more calories just doing my job so Spaz needs to eat or Spaz’ll start eating guest’s heads.
Also, if I count calories again I won’t be able to enjoy my new friend beer. There is a LOT of good microbrews in Hippy Hollow. Beer is a good friend and I’m glad to have made his acquaintance.
I got an atta girl from the GM and The Owner today.
In excellent news, PETER ATE HIS DINNER! I finally broke down and got him a bag of Purina One for Senior Cats and he ATE IT! He has an empty bowl! I’m going to toss the el cheapo cat food. Petercat needs, wants, and gets good cat food from now on.
I’m off to training class for the rest of the week. See y’all next week!
GT, I kinda was leaning towards the spiral, too, until I found out they’re sold out. Guess I waited too long. Now I’m going back to the drawing board because I think the Greek one isn’t really feminine enough for me.
I am amazed, AMAZED! I tell you, at the quantity of stuff that can accumulate in an 8x8 foot cubicle over ten years.
I’ve pitched out one file box full of assorted obsolete manuals, conference proceedings, printed Powerpoints (what’s the point?) and random ancient emails into the shredder bin already, and there’s still bits of paper lurking behind the monitors and under the phone.
Packed so far, is one solid box of books and one box stuffed with spare umbrellas and all sorts of desktop gewgaws like my stapler, tape dispenser, Post-It pads and the slim handful of papers that actually need to be kept.
I’ve been sneaking unwanted trade show schwag into the breakroom for anyone to take. So far, the yo-yos and Intel Bunnypeople are gone. No taker yet for the bottle of bubbles.
Well, that sucked. We went to dinner at Longhorn. Not only was our meal really late in coming, but my rare ribeye was brown all the way through, and tough. And the sweet potato wasn’t cooked all the way. They did cut the tab in half, but still, very disappointing. We’ve gone there 4 times, and this is the second really bad experience. Methinks we shan’t return.
But we did get a light for the bathroom. So there’s that.
And we’ve learned that stoopit horseshoe crabs bury themselves. So unless we happen to pass by while they’re feeding, we’ll never see 'em again. We got one dead hermit crab and one dead snail. Dunno if **FCD **is going to demand a refund.
Thus endeth my Tuesday. Without chocolate. That’s what’s wrong…
I only bought a new dryer last year because I couldn’t be arsed to rent a truck and get a free Craigslist one. I went to college, flunked out, got a job, and clawed my way to middle management. Of course I write my work schedule so I can tailgate at hockey games, and stay up till 0300 at the airport to welcome the team home. Adulthood, YMMV.
RIP swampwasher.
Spaz, I go cheap for everything except dogfood, beer, and hockey.
Nooner, the Navy wanted me for reactor school, I wonder if I should have. Of course, most of my friends would be “THEY WANTED YOU FOOLING AROUND WITH NUCLEAR REACTORS?:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:”
Well, I watch Bleach or hockey till 0100, but I wake myself up on time.
I dropped out of high school, got a job, managed to save up a couple hundred bucks, moved out of my mom’s house into a tiny apartment with a casual friend from school, and the rest is history. I’ve worked various jobs for the past 6 years. No interest in college or a particular career, so far. I don’t make a lot of money, but enough for me to spend it on what I need to and save some.
I was really shocked at how easy it was for me to manage my own life. I was kind of expecting to crash and burn!
gotti ain’t it amazin’ how all those little treasures suddenly become stuff you can live without when you clean out! Now somebody else will get to fill that cubicle with his/her own little treasures.
Suddenly, there are a buttload of self-study courses we must complete as soon as possible or the world will come to an end!!!111. However, nobody has figured out how it will be possible to have a bunch of folks logged into self-study courses and keep up with the workload. Heh… a schedule got published for this even but was pulled because people were scheduled for self-study on days they don’t work. Yep, we haz us some geenyooses in charge of schedulin’! :rolleyes: Oh and these self-study courses… TPTB has known since May that this list of ten courses needed to be completed by everybody by the end of December.
And y’all wonder why I feel so torchy and pitchforky about work!
