Why Did The Chicken Cross The MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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mousyy I second or is that third the callin’ in sick. Why not? Hey, I can be just as bad an influence as anyone else! :smiley:

BooFae hope you feel better soon. You too doggio. Bein’ dizzy is not a good thing.

I’m home! Actually I’m home with a ton o’ apps to go over today and tomorrow. Folks has been bizzy bees this week and written a metric buttload of bidness. Thus I shall work this evenin’ and tomorrow from da cave. I probably have ten to twelve hours worth of work so no slackin’ for da behr.

Tonight I am making chicken alfredo. NUM!

Ok, Ima go do stuff now. Really.

Bye!

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didja have to cross the road to get it?

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mousie, maybe you can call in sick on behalf of** BooFae**. :smiley:
It has been so crazy busy the past two days and I am so tired. I am so desperate for a nap, but I’m waiting for a client to call me back and then I have a few more to call, too.

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Nah. The chicken was right here. However I did have to chase Alfredo for a mile before I caught him. :smiley:

Supper was nummy! Just thought I’d report in.

Ima go spend some time with ol’ y’all know who before he leaves. Then I’m gettin’ back to work. Really.

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I think I’m giving myself a “not a team player” reputation at work. Every time someone brings up process changes that will lead to either having to work really late (like a 12-13 hour day instead of the usual 8… and we’re salaried so no overtime) or having to work on the weekends, I speak up against such ideas. I mean c’mon. They pay me well, but not well enough to want to work 24/7, and our team is NOT one that is supposed to have weekend coverage duties. So NO, I’m not giving up my weekends for you.

And so far, everything’s been fine and I’ve only occasionally had to work really late. But I just hate that they keep putting it out there like it’s a viable option to have us work 50-60 hours a week. No way.

(This isn’t my chain-of-command… I have a great Boss who’ll fight for our time off. But some of the other teams think it’s fine to spend one’s life at work and don’t understand why we won’t play along. And when Boss isn’t around to stick up for The Weekend, I’m the only one who speaks up, and I get the “what’s the matter with her” kinds of looks. Whatever.)

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Poor Alfredo! :smiley:

I have to point out that while Haze’s trip is long, she’s also crossing the International Date Line. So that changes things considerably. The flight from LA to Seoul is 12.5 hours (I know, I did it once, en route to Japan), so a flight from Chicago shouldn’t be that much longer. Depending on if she stops somewhere. But it’s still a long-ass flight!

Thanks to GT’s excellent suggestions, I checked and our dryer vent hose from the laundry room to the outside is metal (thank heaven; changing out a plastic one would be a pain in the tuchus). I also tried to clean it out from the outside with a 3-foot-long brush, but only got about 1.5 feet in and it hit fuzz. A great quantity of fuzz. :frowning: And my brush wasn’t stiff enough to dig it out.

So I ran to KMart and got a dryer vent cleaning kit. Once they pull the old dryer out tomorrow – or perhaps even this evening, if I can get Papa Tigs to unhook the old dryer from the wall; I can get close enough to the vent to stick the long brush or the vacuum hose into it – I shall see what I can get out of it. Before it sets the stupid house on fire. That would not be good.

Back to work. Or something.

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I’m at work now, left my resume for a while, came back and worked on it a bit more, and I think I have it how I like it. I need to add in a couple more things, do some formatting and then it’s time to start applying!

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Waiting for my sweetie to get home. He left a little after 5 this morning, and it’s closing in on 7. He’s all excited about this potential job and they said they’d tell him next week.

Son in law and I had supper, and I was baking some more fries for FCD, but I kinda forgot. So unless he likes reeeeeaaaaaaly crispy fries, he’s not getting any. *grrrrr * on me.

I wrote to the folks that wanted to interview me and told them I wasn’t interested. The more I thought about it, the less inviting the other job was. I’m staying put. So that’s that.

Glad tomorrow’s Firday. Wish I could take the day off, but I won’t. 'Cause I’m a dedicated professional. No, really, I am.

Doggio, love the kitteh pics!!

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I, too, loved the pictures of Thrak, especially the hockey ones. He looks fascinated.

Those were gotti’s suggestions, not mine, MamaT.

Hi BooFae! Nice to see you stop by. Sorry you’ve been ill.

I also vote for calling in.

In addition, I’d like for someone to make my dinner tonight. I’ve had crackers, but that doesn’t seem like enough.

It rained pretty hard for a bit. The drip is still there, even though caulking and other temporary repairs have happened. I was hoping the caulking was in the right spot, but apparently not. Fortunately, I’ve selected the roofing contractor I’m going to use. I’m hoping they can do the work next week.

Guess I’ll contemplate what to do with the rest of my evening…

GT

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Evenin’ Y’all! Sneakin’ in a quick post cause it looks like I’ll need to turn puter off. It appears there’s a storm a brewin’ up. YAY!!! We need the rain.

Of course this means I can’t work anymore tonight. Poor me. :smiley:

Ok, guess I better get off’n this here puter.

Nitey Nite!

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You guys weren’t very talkative today! I had a busy busy day for it being my day off, but first I must flirt. swampy, since it’s before 11PM, are you wearing underwear?

Ok, now my day. I woke up at 8:30 AM to go to the barber, so I could look all purty for the ex. Well, car didn’t start. Called The Man to come give me a jump, got some juice, but not enough to start. Borrowed roommate’s truck to go buy a battery. Came home, started working on car. Here’s what was in the way of the battery:

Diagonal steel truss or something bolted to the frame
Fuse box
Windshield washer fluid tank
L-shaped bracket that fastened to the frame above the wheel and at the floor of the engine compartment.

Well, I didn’t have a wrench long enough to get that bottom one out, so I had to drive roommate’s truck, drive to the mechanic I use and get him to drive the 5 blocks to my house, take that one damn bolt out, swap out batteries and put that bracket back on, a service for which I paid 25 dollars. Whatever. In the meantime, the ex comes over with his adorable little doggie that if past experience is any indication, spends most of her day locked in a crate, so I gave her some schnuggles and she gave me kisses. I got the key to his storage unit so I can get my stuff out of it, he gave me a check for my share of the Wii and took the wii.

Next dilemma was a dentist’s appointment, which due to the car trouble I was almost late for. I haven’t been to the dentist in at least 6, maybe 7 years. Dentists terrify me, and I get tired of being told to floss. Anyway, I went to this new dentist where they take X-rays on computer, and let you watch TV while they clean your teeth. The lady found a cavity in a wisdom tooth, and one is growing in crooked, and there’s a cavity in a regular tooth too. So they told me they’re going to have my wisdom teeth out (my response: “Can I get knocked out for it?”), and I need a root canal (my response: “Can I get knocked out for it?”).

Then I returned the battery for the core fee, but the guy screwed up, and I had to wait in line at the service desk, but the girl screwed up and had to call a manager over to fix it.

Then I got all the way home, realized I STILL HADN’T EATEN BREAKFAST (at about 4 PM), so I ate breakfast and talked to my next potential landlord on my way to get a manicure.

Ugh busy day!

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I had a long whiny post typed out but it was mostly bullshit. Suffice it to say that TVMan was on the list for awhile this afternoon.

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I’m back from work and man, it’s HOT outside. It’s supposed to storm mightily tonight.

Verbatim conversation with The Husband:

TH: “It’s been all about me this week with the craziness at work. What’s up with you?”

Me:" well, Annoying Coworker did this (infusion debacle) and the ass’t manager has talked to her, but pharmacy today tried to make it all the RNs responsibility and it’s not but I straightened that out and the ass’t manager was cool with what I did."

TH:" I gotta go. Talk to you later."

Me: “Um, bye.(?)”
Luckily, I can laugh about this stuff now–a few years ago, I would have been homicidal. <insert rueful smiley here>

My head is not so good. Me sinuses no like the humidity.
BooFae–you’re back! We missed you. We need Tinknicker stories.

I had a nice day at work.

Re men being on the list: honey, it’s more like what position they’re at on the List–very rarely is a man OFF the List, IME…

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Sorry, gt, I could have sworn you were the one who gave me the suggestions. Anyway, whoever gave me the suggestion wasn’t having to contend with my dryer vent. Grrr. I just spent about two hours messing with the stupid thing – we moved the dryer out, and I used the shop vac and assorted brushes, both sucking and blowing [stop thinking that, you preverts!], and got one big nasty clog out near the outside vent. I ran a plumber’s snake down the stupid pipe, and got all 20 feet of it to go through. And I even tried opening up the crawl space to see if there was perhaps a hole in the pipe somewhere – and to my surprise, there’s an actual electric light with a switch and everything right there so you can see to work under the house! – but didn’t feel like crawling all the way in tonight. Maybe I’ll try tomorrow. We shall see.

But alas, there’s still stuff stuck in the middle of that stupid vent pipe that I simply cannot get unstuck. To make matters worse, in our recent nasty storms, apparently the outside vent got blown open a bit and water got up into the hose. So it’s not only clogged, but clogged with wet nasty disgusting lint.

Grrr. I give up. Papa Johns is bringing dinner shortly, and I’m going to spend the evening not worrying about the stupid vent!

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Evenin’ everyone. We’re waiting on our friend so we can go workout.

I hope tomorrow works out better for the dryer vent,** MT.**

My work day was okay, it just seemed very, very, very, very, very, very long. I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. Unfortunately, it’s not my RDO, but I’ll be the only one in my office, so hopefully it’s nice and quiet.

There is a strange, glowy orb in the sky. It’s putting out warmth too. I don’t know what it is, but it’s really, really nice.

Well, hubby is sitting here with his hand over the mouse, so I guess I gotta go.

Laters and smooches to all.

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Well, all of Bobbio’s and Spaz’s smoke paid a visit to Raleigh today. It made my lungs ache. Srtill a little dizzy. Thrak is coveting my corn on the cob.

gt, Thrak is facinated with the computer, but he is a 21st century feline.

{{{{BooFae}}}} :shoves coffee and I,he,it, and they down the Intarweb tube:

{{{{{Pie}}}}}

mousie, call in sick. Or feign death or madness. Whatever it takes.

Taters, you should sacrifice a virgin to honor the Great Glowing Orb.(I guess us Mumpers are safe on that one. :smiley: )

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There’ll be no sacrificing here. I think the sun owes it to us to stay out for more than a minute at a time. I think it should stay out, like say, um, at* least* two weeks.

Sigh, still waiting on our friend so we can go work out. I don’t like getting home from the Y so late. Oh, I guess we’re just going to go ahead and go, and meet our friend at the Y.

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I’m at Reference Work. A guy just IM’d me to ask if I’d bring him some toilet paper in the bathroom. :eek: :confused: :eek: :confused: :eek:

I’ve been dealing with this guy all day. I believe that he has inhaled an illicit substance sometime in the recent past.

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So the librarian who was on duty with me suggested that I get security to send a guy up to the (men’s) bathroom. Security guy just called me and there was no one in the bathroom.

You know what that means? That means some weirdo is getting their kicks sending prank IMs to the reference desk. Using his own screen name. :smack:

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And now he IM’d me back and said that no one came up there and he’s threatening formal complaints. :rolleyes:

Yeah, Head of Ref’s getting an email with the logs to this attached. We need to slap a blockhammer on him.