This happens to me when I move shit to my phone. All the first songs end up in the unknown artist folder instead of with the rest of the album. If you figure out why, let me know. It’s the reason I haven’t put more music on my phone. I have been blaming my ancient laptop, but maybe I should be blaming Windows Media Player.
As usual, we hired some part-time temporary workers for the holidays. If they work out, we keep them. If not, it’s goodbye.
This was the first job for one of the young co-workers. He was doing okay until he went out for break on Christmas Eve night and came back…well, less than sober. And totally foul mouth with everyone, including the customers.
Needless to say, he did not last another hour. He was escorted out of the store, cussing all the way, and told not to come back.
ETA: When he asked why he was being told to leave, he asked why. I answered “Because your behavior is not professional.” He then said “Well, I’m not a professional.” Uh, if you are being paid to do something, that makes you a professional and you better act like one.
Wow. With just the slightest of variations, that describes my mother. Never a bastion of sensibility, she’s sliding more and more from “thinking” to “feeling”. Her standard, pat…nay…trite response when being asked not to throw money around she can’t afford to people who don’t need it is always the dreaded “You don’t understand”…“what it’s like to be a mother” sigh…
Of course, she doesn’t “understand” what it’s like to be fleeced by someone on a fixed income who could get by, and then a bit moreso, if not for them having a penchant of blowing through money on unnecessary gifts and splurges.
…sigh…
I have to submit termination paperwork on my hospitalized minion on Monday. I was supposed to do it yesterday, but allowed myself to get so emotional about the situation that I successfully procrastinated until it was too late to do anything. I’m angry at myself for not putting my big girl panties on and just dealing with it.
I don’t think Missy is ever going to walk again. Currently, she is not allowed to jump, which means that when she is out of her “hospital room” she is being gently held and carried around before having careful lap time. Karen doesn’t want Missy to be bored, so she moves Missy’s cage from room to room, depending on where she is or if anything interesting is happening out the windows. By the time Missy is recovered enough to start jumping around, she won’t need to because her slaves will jump at the twitch of her tail.
Word.
Previously mentioned grandma cat (Sissie) has no issues with walking up to me and telling me to move the Og-damned laptop so she can assume her rightful position to receive her skritches and enjoy her nap.
OTOH, this is a vast improvement over the time when she was too wary to even be in the same room as me.
You know, if the stuff is all honestly stuff you would normally buy and use, that doesn’t seem too bad. Yes, you’ll probably be on the hook for giving her the $60 in some form later on, but you’ve saved $60 on some later grocery shop so it all evens out … it may be a little non-productive for her to buy the stuff but it’s not actively making your life worse. And it gives her he illusion of contributing, which maybe she needs?
Of course it may be that she’s generally a numbnuts around money and that colours your thinking - at least, I’m getting that vibe.
Sorry about the sick grandkids though- that purely does suck
Yesterday at approximately Noon, I started to feel punk. Don’t know what it was just a bit wonky. Took a nap.woke up read, started stomachache. Then all hell broke loose. On the John for most of the afternoon.finally took a anti diarrhea. Had chills, sweats, hives. Slept on and off through the night. I hadn’t eaten since the morning, with just a cuppa joe and English muffin. Feel worn out this morning.wont go see my 85 yo Mother .Do not want to chance anything.
It is 12:30 p.m., and the alarm cat has gone off.
I don’t usually indulge but:
During a Christmas Day conversation, my son mentioned that the neighbour had seen birds flying out of a bathroom fan vent outlet on the house. This wasn’t actually a surprise to me as I realized they were nesting in there.
So Boxing Day I get up and climb into the roof space with tools and Duct Tape and netting. The vent was at the far end of the house, past the heat pump unit and over all the ventilation pipes, so a bit of a trek.
I start by shaking out the pipe as much as I could - apparently tipping out a couple of eggs. I then tried to cut the pipe somewhat shorter, and realised I didn’t have any wire-cutters. So I metal-fatigued the wire. Some netting over the vent and lots of duct-tape later I was happy the birds wouldn’t get back in, and the vent pipe was clear.
So i got up to leave, and my right foot was dead. Not conducive to clambering around in the roof void without putting a foot through the ceiling. But I didn’t do that.
I stumbled, bent over, twisted and grabbed a support - and felt a rib go pop as I did so. I’m guessing I tore some intercostal muscles - I made it out to the ladder, but I have been in pain ever since. It’s worse if I laugh, cough or sneeze.
Not happy as all.
How did MissTake spend XMas?
After a lovely, but expensive, late lunch with the family I received a call from my daughter.
Could I meet them an hour and a half away, she needs to go to the ER. She’s still covered on my insurance, which is not accepted at any hospital within 100 miles of where she lives. So at 7pm, I’m tooling down to Red Wing to pick her up and drive her back up here to the hospital.
Influenza B.
Did you know the flu shots from this year are for Influenza A, NOT B, which is why there has been such a high number of people ill? I did not.
Finally get home around 1am, have to be in office at 8am.
Thankfully, her fever broke Thursday, so the contagion period wasn’t terribly long.
It was a very very long weekend at Casa de Take. Neither one of us want to see a facemask, bleach wipe, or can of Lysol ever again.
A three years ago I got, just about the same time, The New Dog and a wireless thermometer for the smoker. It has a probe that sticks into whatever’s smoking that plugs into a transmitter that, in turn, transmits to a remote display inside the house. Within a week the probe had infant mortality and the maker, honoring their ‘no questions asked’ policy, sent not just a probe but a whole kit. About two weeks after that, TNG pulled the display off of the counter and chewed off the antenna, a little bump like what flip phones used to have.
The transmitter and the remote could still talk to each other – about half the time, connecting then losing it at random intervals. Ha! I’ll just get the replacement display out and that’ll solve the problem. Then, as I get the box out, I eye TNG who’s eying me, wagging his tail a bit. “Oh, no you don’t,” sez I. “I’ll just wait until your itchy teeth syndrome is done before replacing the display,” and put the box back up.
Flash forward two and a half years of putting up with an intermittently working thermometer. Saturday I’m smoking some sausages and the display needs batteries. It’s been almost a year since The Formerly New Dog has chewed on anything really objectionable – the display was far from his only victim. This’ll be a good time to break out the replacement. I do and thoroughly enjoy the four hour smoking session without a single dropout.
The next morning, the display has been pulled from the counter where put it before heading out to fetch the sausages and is lying on the floor, sans the antenna nub.
Had a drag and chew issue with one of the previous aruDoggers when it was a puppy. We ended up duct taping stuff on the side of the fridge waaaay up high. Other stuff, we invested in a classic breadbox made of tin/enameled whatever and duct taped it against the back wall in the corner.
Actually this year’s influenza shots, as is typically the case, cover both influenza A and influenza B strains. From the CDC:
“2019-20 influenza vaccines will contain hemagglutinin (HA) derived from influenza viruses antigenically similar to those recommended by FDA.
Trivalent (three-component) vaccines will contain:
A/Brisbane/02/2018 (H1N1)pdm09-like virus (updated)
A/Kansas/14/2017 (H3N2)-like virus (updated)
B/Colorado/06/2017-like (Victoria lineage) virus
Quadrivalent (four-component) vaccines will contain the same three HA antigens as trivalent vaccines, plus a B/Phuket/3073/2013–like virus (Yamagata lineage).”
It’s still uncertain how good a match the vaccines will be to the dominant circulating influenza strains. A report just out suggests that in early flu cases this season influenza B is dominating. This could be a good thing since influenza B doesn’t mutate as much as A (unexpected mutations tend to cause vaccine-flu strain mismatches). But we don’t know for sure yet.
I thought you were gonna say you duct taped the dog’s mouth shut. :eek:
Antenna rage. The late, lamented Mo the black lab was death on aglets (that little bit of plastic on the end of your shoelaces). Never chewed anything else that wasn’t food, but there wasn’t a pair of shoes in the house that had an aglet. If you couldn’t find a shoe, it was probably on her dog bed where she normally carried them to do her work.
Having to keep my cats locked in because the ASSHOLES around here start with the fireworks, including aerial fireworks (illegal) and shooting their fucking big man guns and having to hide in the backroom with the lights off except the laptop so as not to be the victim of a stray bullet, like that would actually help. And I’ve got another 1 hr 15 min to go or more of this bullshit.