Why Did The Chicken Cross The MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Do I have to work tomorrow[whine]? My boss was a bit crabby today and sort of jumped my shit at noon because I didn’t have something done that she had asked me for two hours prior. Well, duh, I had to do it over because I had to keep necking down to specifics. I did this on the advice of another analyst there.

When my boss jumped my shit and I explained what I was trying to do, the other analyst kept mum. I felt like I had been thrown under the bus. :mad: At any rate, I had it done about 10 minutes after I was jumped, but I was fuming, let me tell you.

As soon as I was finished with that project, the boss threw another one at me where I need to annualize and benchmark workload and revenue. Sounds fun, doesn’t? It’s not. Not everybody has the same worth as a full time equivalent, and the data call requestor wasn’t clear as to the FTE value of the providers she wants me to look at. I called her, but she wasn’t in, and I still haven’t heard from her. I spent the afternoon looking up provider IDs for all the providers she sent, but I’m only supposed to be looking at about 39 or so. I’ve got two pages left to look up. Obviously, there were way more providers on the org sheets she sent me. I hope I hear something tomorrow, because I don’t think I can keep mum if my ass is jumped again.

As my boss was jumping my shit, I was trying to get all of my Monday reports and daily reports out. I worked through my damn lunch. I didn’t say anything about that, just kept mum, but damn I was frustrated. It’s not like anyone was going to run those report for me, right? They had to be done.

Believe me, I can and do multi-task.

Sigh…sorry to sound like a whiny brat. Sometimes I just gotta vent.

Just a few more days until my daughter graduates. I can’t believe it. It doesn’t seem like all that long ago I was holding back tears as I left her in her kindergarten class. I can’t believe she’s grown up.

I think I’ll cruise the Dope a bit and check my email.

ETA: Woot! First on three!

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Good Tuesday morning all! Up and caffeinating here. Yes, earlier than usual. chuckles I’m definitely getting in early today.

Yay to Snowbunny having internet at home! Boo to Taters boss though.

That’s all I’ve got … prolly not enough caffeine yet. :smiley:

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Yeah! I guilted everyone into telling me they liked my jokes!

My work here is done. :smiley:

Taters- boo on your boss!

Tater’s boss– What! The chicken hasn’t crossed the road yet? I just told it to half a second ago!!
Annnnyhoooo–

100F today. Yesterday was 97F.

Have I mentioned I hate summer?

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Well, it’s absolutely pouring down the rain here. Good thing I get to slack off for an hour or so and do paperwork here at home today.

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Clock on the computer 6:01
Clock on Microwave 6:03
Clock on Cable box 6:03

Clock next to the bed with the alarm? 7:03

oops. Good thing my son never gets up the first time I call him…

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Well, angry is pretty easy to tell, really. In spite of him not speaking English.
My lord, did we get a thunderstorm last night. About one. It was huge. Pounding rain, lightning right near us, huge winds. Wow.

Urgh. Yawn. Tired.

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Blurf. I’ll rise, dammit, but I’m won’t shine.

Doorbell kept going off even after we went to bed. I think it was all the electrical interference from the lightning that came with that whopper of a thunderstorm. Anyhoo, we took it down and pulled out the batteries, and that seemed to take care of it. :slight_smile:

Taters, sucky about the boss… and even suckier about the other analyst not stepping up and taking some of the responsibility for giving you bad advice. May I suggest flaming bags of poo on both their doorsteps?

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OK, I just saw this.

Nothing is amiss here… I’m alive and (mostly) well. Just haven’t had the time nor inclination to post much lately, although I have been reading.

Not going to address everything, but since I’m posting anyway I will take the opportunity to send some good thoughts and condolences to SmartAleq’s grandchild’s friend’s family… what a horrible tragedy! :frowning:

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Slacker.
:smiley: :slight_smile:

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. Ima do some work from da cave this mornin’ then go in to work. It’s what I didn’t do last night because we actually had tstorms. Finally! With the promise of more today. It better! I’m still sleepified. Hope the caffiene kicks in soon.

Yays, boos, hugs and etc. as needed. I need to get busy and I also need to purtify.

Later Y’all!

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I come bringing a Tuesday Morning Pick-Me-Up!

As seen in the UK Metro, the world will come to the end on June 12. Yes, that’s right. You only have until Thursday to Get Right With God!

“WHAT?” you shriek. “That’s supposed to pick-me-up?” Just keep reading.

“But what does that entail?” you ask. It’s all outlined in the article.

I love news of the weird.

Here’s a comic for you as well.

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Good morning

Funny OP swampy. Seems like there’s a new one of those every election year. I watched a rerun of Project Runway Season 4 finale - Here’s Christian Siriano’s answer

“Because the other side of the road was Fierce!” snap

I am blocked at work, and my a/c is busted (still, from last year) I kept putting off getting it fixed - I think I’ll just get a new one. But right now the only time it’s cool enough to be in this room is first thing in the morning.

Think of me with sympathy in the evenings this week as I wilt (hey, maybe I’ll lost some weight living in this sauna?)

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José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero: cos otherwise the two sides of the road wouldn’t have been gender-balanced!

Hugs and boos all around. Shadow, I hope your docs can find out soon what the problem is and that it’s fixable.

Not much time to read, going back to today’s megameeting soon.

Late late late… yesterday Sheboss finally and graciously spent over half an hour crying at me (no actual tears, she’s not that good) that the time off I’d requested was impossible, “how can you do this to me?” Of course she didn’t offer other options and when I offered other options and asked her to choose, she’d go back to “how can you do this to me, this is impossible, there’s not enough time, oh don’t get angry” (1). Finally it ended up on me getting less days a couple weeks sooner and then some days spread out. Or not, I get paid by the day any way. There were some interesting moments, like when she claimed I can’t prepare flow diagrams at home because I don’t have the right program and I reminded her that I do so have it :stuck_out_tongue:

She later informed the team that we’re closing the shop in August (she’s going on vacation for three weeks), but several of us told her that no-way, no-how, including Heboss. The customers are not closing; Heboss doesn’t need her permission for his vacation and some of the others want to have vacation time left over to use in the Fall. She thinks we don’t do any work unless she’s looking :smack: You’d think our ages are in single digits!

(1) “Don’t get angry” is the second most-stupidest sentence ever pronounced by humanoid, the first one being “don’t cry.” Sentences which are idiotic only as a function of context (like “will you marry me?” uttered right after “get out of my life”) aren’t even in the running.

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Morning. I feel blrphll today. That is all.

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Morning Mumpers. I hope I’m off today. I cleaned last night, so I only have to do some laundry today. Thrak is sleeping in my lap, and Nelly is sleeping in the dirty clothes hamper.

: pipes some cool air up to rosie :

Nava, my DM is like that :

Me: Did you get my VACATION REQUEST EMAIL? reply to your vacation request email?
DM: You sent me an email?
me: :mad: :uses Force to crush DM’s head:

: waves at Lunch:

Spaz, if the world ends on Thursday, i don’t have to work this weekend. :smiley:

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“just join his cult of wackos”. :smiley:

It’s much cooler today, but I still hate summer. We’re continuing our endless round of laundry and cooking, and I’m trying to sort through more stuff for yard saling.
Okay. Something inventive and hot-weathery to do with a large bag of broccoli. Ideas?

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I didn’t think anybody missed me. :sniff:

I have a very boring life. There wasn’t much to add.

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Stir-fry? With lo mein, if you have spaghetti. And chicken would be good with it.

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We all have boring lives! :smiley: That’s the point of this thread! To keep our mundanity out of the rest of MPSIMS, and keep it clean!

We’re nice like that, dammit.

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'Cuz it was me. This story is for all of you giving me grief about running so much.

Last night was the first of our 2 times a month fire station meeting. Since the temperature was about eleventy bazillion degrees Amurrkin, the chief decided that we would skip doing the usual training exercises (in full gear), and do some maintenance on the trucks. I gravitated to the one that has the generator that’s leaking oil. The plan there was to swap it out, replacing it with the one on the ladder truck so it could go to the shop to get a seal replaced.

There were about 6 of us standing around, picking our butts as only firemen can do, trying to figure out how to get the oil out of the sliding pan and get the generator off. Someone produced some wrenches and started unbolting; someone else got out our hazmat blotters and went to work on the oil. I noticed that the output cable was zip-tied to the generator frame. Being the good electrical engineer I am, I looked for the proper tool to cut them, a set of diagonal cutters. None were to be found in the tool box, so I went for choice number 2, the hog sticker in my pocket.

I carry a big folding knife. The particular brand I have comes cheap, about $11, and it’s the sharpest knife I’ve ever had. Great little gadget.

Tie #1, cut. Tie #2, also cut. However, on the follow through, the business side of the knife in my right hand met the side of my left thumb between the last knuckle and the nail. The blood was instantaneous.

The obligatory expletive was just a single word, and it took me about 10[sup]-6[/sup] of a second to determine I needed to get it sewn up. Calmly, I walked out to my car, opened the trunk, and started rummaging through my med bag for pads and tape.

Then I realized I couldn’t wrap my own thumb, because I needed two good hands to manipulate stuff, and I had Anthony the rescue junior help me out. Got it wrapped with some good pressure, washed the rest of my hand off, and I drove myself to the Bugtussel ER. I was so proud of me, because while I can handle other people’s injuries just fine, I get light headed for my own.

After a long wait, the doctor came in to take a look. “Got yourself good, didn’t cha?” Sarcastic inflections apply.

“Yeah. I remembered how good you were with my pinkeye, and I was bored this evening.” It was the same doctor, and he’s usually working working when I go there for an ambulance run.

“Does it hurt?”

“Well. when it happened, it was maybe a 2 or 3 on a ten scale, but now it’s about 1/2.” It was a very sharp knife.

“I’m going to have to take a look.”

“I know.”

He broke the seal on the clot, and peeled back that flap. The pain jumped about 8 points on the ten scale. It wasn’t the most painful thing I’ve ever felt, but sure was in the top 5.

“&^%^&**^%#%^#@^%*&^%!!!” Plonk. I went out like a light.

I woke up a little bit later with my feet up and my head down.

“You’re going to need a couple of stitches. Looks like you’ll need a little extra numbing medication, too.”

“I told you I’m a wuss when the blood is my own.”

To end this, I have 3 stitches in my left thumb, and I nicked a small artery when I cut myself. Got home about 11:30; and I’m on the FD and Rescue Injured Reserve list for the next 10 days. I won’t be able to do much this weekend at the old house for smoke training, but I should be OK to play when we burn it next weekend.

Oh, Anthony was promoted to full firefighter, off of junior status, so I’m no longer the department FNG. Remember the shooting I worked? The shooter was finally caught over the weekend.