| Thanks for the update, Apple! It was a big help. |
[Jul. 19th, 2008|02:02 pm] |
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Just tried unsuccessfully to fix iTunes on Ty's computer, it will not load. We don't have any Norton products, QuickTime is up to date, and there was nothing in the Music folder....and so my computer repair Google-fu has failed me. Needless to say I am not about going to "upgrade" to 7.7 on my notebook. |
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| Harlow and Zebra |
[Jul. 19th, 2008|10:34 am] |
We buy Harlow stuffed animals from Goodwill--he can reduce an expensive pet store chew toy into tiny fragments in a manner of minutes, so we could easily render ourselves penniless by going to Petco. It's a cyclical process: every couple of weeks or so he gets a new one, which in the span of minutes, hours, or very rarely days gets completely eviscerated, usually dismembered, and converted into a filthy pelt which he will then play with until he loses interest. We give him a new bunny or gorilla or moose or whatever and surreptitiously dispose of the remains of the old one.
Zebra is somehow different. He's had it for about a month now, and while there are a few small tears and the batting has been pulled from one leg, he's far gentler with and more attached to this toy than he has been with any of his others, bringing it to bed with him at night, carrying it around when he was upset by the 4th of July fireworks, presenting it to us when we get home from having been out. I have no idea what it is about Zebra that makes him so special--one would think that either the floppy limbs or the yarn in his mane have been ripped off long ago, but no. There's something weirdly touching about his affection for his favorite toy. He often curls up on his bed with Zebra tucked under his head like a pillow. |
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| This is ridiculous. |
[Jul. 19th, 2008|10:23 am] |
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So, thinking that I was coming in at 3:30 pm and it being Friday night, I decided to go out, have fun which I really don't get to do anymore because I work full-time. I didn't get to bed until 7 a.m. Figuring I'd be able to sleep until noon, run my errands, pick up lunch + coffee on my way to work, I thought I'd be fine.
I get a call (which I didn't pick up because I was asleep) at 8, and a text message (which I did receive, if only because somebody woke me up this time to inform me my phone was ringing) at 8:30ish, asking if I could come in at 11:30. No big deal, I guess. I'd call back at ten to say I would. Kind of sucks that I'll only be getting three hours of sleep but so what.
However, THEY KEEP CALLING. Every fifteen-minutes to half hour. Waking me up every time I start drifting off. And although I told myself I would come in, I'm really tempted not to. This is ridiculous. I have a near-perfect attendance record (seriously, I've worked there for nearly a year and haven't called in sick once, plus I fill in for people constantly and come in early) versus the person who called in sick Thursday and was two hours late yesterday, which they could have called.
I haven't even told my boss that I'm debating whether I should transfer to another store for a cashier position or a store with the same company in another state because I can't stand another one of my co-workers, whose behavior is worthy of its own post. |
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| Garden notes |
[Jul. 19th, 2008|09:44 am] |
As soon as Ty gets back (with the camera), I'll finally start posting pictures of some of this stuff. Anyway.
As of last night:
The chard is huge! Well, not really objectively huge, but some of the larger ones are getting tantalizaingly close to eating size. Crop 2.0, sowed last week, is beginning to peek through the soil. It's a little weird that the beets, a close relative, are so much slower growing--but I guess they have a large sugary root to work on, though one would think they'd want more leafage at a faster pace in order to make more sugar to store, at least based on how crazily fast the potatoes grew. So yeah, beets are still little.
The corn is growing at totally uneven heights. Some plants are at about 2', some are at 4-6".
As an experiment, I'm leaving the bolted lettuce in to see if we can get seeds from it. The baby french lettuces are stunningly beautiful, with glossy, deep-red leaves.
The tomatoes are going crazy, all of them at this point are either in full flower or are just about to be. Lots of little green cherry tomatoes.
Both the zucchini and summer squash have a gazillion flowers...no delicious baby veggies yet, though. Going to plant more of these next time around, I love them and zucchini can be secretly added to everything. The winter squashes seem to be recovering from their initial shock, especially the pumpkin.
We have some infant peppers! Baby jalapenos are about the cutest things ever.
No cosmo flowers yet, but they have very pretty foliage. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2008|09:39 am] |
I work at a daycare.
( Time management. Learn you some. )
Teal Deer Cliff's Notes: Short handed in the first place, co-worker takes two hours for a thirty-minute errand, everybody suffers even more. |
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| Things are looking up |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|09:44 pm] |
First A&P lab practicum: 97%!!!!!!! I am totally shocked by that, to be honest. No resting on laurels for me, midterms for both classes are on Tuesday, so there's lots of review, and the next unit is on bones which is going to be a toughie. It's going to be harder to identify those than it is histology slides, and a there's lot more to memorize.
And my dorky malaria poster went over pretty well. People actually liked my construction paper mosquito.
But best of all, only one more day and then my sweetie comes home. |
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| No. Just no. |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|09:46 pm] |
Dear K,
Yes, I quit shortly after you were hired.
Yes, I came back.
YES, you can get right the fuck over it. Nothing's changed, as you can plainly see. Stay out of my reptile section before I break your Godsdamned fingers, you worthless lout.
Yes, my regulars are assholes to you. Because you're clueless. I'm sorry they tell you to stfu and get me over there, NAO, but they expect me after two years, not some... Dude.
Stop being such a baby about it. You're almost old enough to be my dad. :|
Also, plz to be showering, as you smell as if you haven't in MONTHS and despite having the top off of Aquatrekker today, in the five minutes you were riding in my gorgeous Decepticon of a Wrangler, you managed to stink her up something awful.
Ew. |
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| serve yourself |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
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I work in a mc donolds drive thru and I have a pet peeve. Quit telling me to serve my order, when the cars arent even finished paying, when my hands are full or when I am across the room and your closer to the serve button. Also, stop serving the orders for me before i get to see them. When the cars come I'll have no idea how to make their drinks or what they ordered in the first place. |
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| Here's my 2 weeks... |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|03:17 pm] |
I talked to you today giving you my 2 weeks notice. (Which is standard where I live)
Today is July 17th. My last day will be August 2nd. In fact that is 16 days. Thank you for being supportive in my new business ventures, and for your kind words...
What I don't get is your voicemail that you left me shortly after we got off of the phone:
"Hi Cass, I am just having a bit of a problem with the schedule... August 3rd & 4th I had already placed you on the schedule, and I am unable to find someone to cover your shifts. In order for us to have coverage, I would have to work 6 days that week and I am not about to do that. Call me back when you can"
umm.... I quit? |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|08:05 pm] |
Dear A.,
Yours,
Disgruntled Co-Worker.
Dear G.,
Yours,
Annoyed Underling. |
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| More of a co-workers are stupid |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|01:46 pm] |
So, today I attended an optional, but important, meeting. It was a meeting for all employees at all locations. We could attend in person to room capacity (but not possible for me due to location), via conference call, or on a web telecast.
I attended the conference call so that I could continue working.
( Read more... )
Theno |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|09:53 am] |
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Doofy malaria poster is taking shape. Going to have to finish up the last of the writey bits during the interstitial between classes, though, and hope that my glittery construction paper and foam letters will sufficiently wow the audience enough to overlook the slapdash nature of the rest of it. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|12:45 pm] |
To the Geography teacher whose lesson I covered this morning:
If the classroom assistant tells me that "J doesn't do any work in lessons, ever - Miss just tells him to sit down and shut up," then that tells me that you don't deserve to be teaching. By allowing this kid to get away with doing nothing in lessons, you're helping to create a lazy, selfish young adult who throws tantrums when other teachers (and other adults) ask him to do things. Reasonable things, like 'stop shouting' and 'take out your pen' and 'stop hitting her'. How am I, as a supply teacher who's never met this kid before, supposed to get any classwork out of him, or even get him to behave reasonably?
As it happens, it took me half an hour of reinforcing the classroom rules and the threat of being removed to Time Out to get this kid to behave. It was tough, but I did it, and I'd only just met the kid. So how come you can't do it?
Incidentally, the kid in question is not in nursery or anything. He's 13. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|07:15 am] |
I've been working in the back for the past three days, because I am "first desk" in the store and get hit with everything, it's really hard to catch up on older paperwork.
In the back are two girls, who do clerical work and accounts receivable and incoming doctor's orders, etc. They're both around 20. One was asked to leave high school because she talked so much, she just disrupted every class she was in. So she was homeschooled and she cannot spell or alphabetize and if she doesn't know what a word means, she won't say it, which makes for interesting phone calls when she's trying to request doctor's orders and instruct their offices on how things should be written. But she's very proud of how mature she is. But she talks constantly, about anything. However, since she won't pick up a newspaper or a book, there's a real limit to the depth of conversation.
The second girl just graduated from junior college. She's about 4'11" and she has a full-length mirror near her desk (which previously used to be in the break area, before they flipped the cubicle to make room for another desk). Needless to say, she spends a lot of time in front of it, pulling at her hair, straightening her clothes. Yesterday there was a fifteen minute discussion about a button on her shirt and the next time I looked at her, she had on a different shirt.
Really. She is either allowed to leave work for 15 minutes to change her clothes when she is unhappy with how she looks, or she has a family member deliver her a new shirt. Being so short, she also folds up her jeans to make capris with four or five inch cuffs, and it looks really weird.
Did I mention that the first one is practically the daughter-in-law of one partner and the second one is the half-sister of another partner? |
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| update |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|10:24 pm] |
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After eating a small handful of chocolate chips, I feel better. Still a little cheesed off at Ty, though. |
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| Just a little self-pity, move along |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|09:27 pm] |
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Nothing makes me feel better than not having a single phone call from a friend in weeks, not being able to go out or do a damn thing or even the time to have a substantive conversation if anybody did call, and having Ty ignore all of my text messages today. On top of the effing world, tonight. Going to fix myself a cocktail and go to bed early. |
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| Scheming assholes deserve to be tortured... severely |
[Jul. 17th, 2008|12:23 am] |
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So, tonight was going real well, save the fact that I was overtired and my current manager was doosh enough to say it was my fault, until my over nighter came in and told me this quaint little tidbit: Good thing you got that job. From what Micaela was saying tonight, Jim told her he is in talks with April to demote you to cashier and get someone else, possibly her, as an assistant. Fucked up.
This is an email he sent me earlier today after his shift from last night that he decided to bring up as I hadn't checked my email yet.
Fun. |
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| Science!! |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|06:57 pm] |
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This is for my Microbiology poster project. Why yes that is construction paper and glitter paint. |
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| Oh, Harlow |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|04:30 pm] |
Eating coffee grounds?? Along with the filter? Really?? He does not seem to be showing any adverse reaction, and it was only a couple tablespoons of mostly decaf, but did he have to drag it over to his bed and get it all over the place?
I made the mistake of leaving the bathroom door open, and he also brought over to his now coffee ground-encrusted bed (but did not chew on or otherwise damage, thankfully) a bottle of St. John's Wort and Ty's glasses case. Not getting to go out to the dog park and run himself into exhaustion is making him a little naughty. |
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| forwarded from a friend |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|05:33 am] |
Ok, I get it. You had to rub one out. I know the feeling. Maybe it was thinking about that totally hot little minx in purchasing that got you going. Or you got some steamy email from your wife. Whatever it was, you just needed a little release. We've all been there my friend.
But if I may be so bold as to offer a few tips?
1. Location Location Location - Maybe it was the bathroom closest to your desk. Maybe it has bigger stalls for more elbow room. But whatever the reason, the bathroom just off the factory floor is not your best choice. It is huge for a reason. There are about 80-90 workers on that factory floor at all times, plus about 30-40 office workers, and there's almost always at least one person who needs to take a squirt.
2. Silence is Golden - While we all might empathize with your situation, NO ONE WANTS YOU HEAR YOU SLAP YOUR SALAMI!! And we certainly don't want to hear the gentle grunts you were letting out. It was like being forced to listen to the audio of a bad gay porn soundtrack, minus the cheesy Casio keyboard jazz/funk fusion music. Keep it down, will ya?
3. Ms Manners says... - Ok, so you had a poor choice in bathrooms and you are just naturally loud. Even elemental problems such as these can be overcome by following rule #3. When someone comes into the bathroom....STOP!!! Seriously, I'd think that would be the easiest rule to follow. Did you not hear me open the door? Did you not hear me pull the ass gasket from the holder, tear off those 3 annoying pieces that hold the center in place, and sit down? Good god man, another man is taking a shit not 8 feet away from you. Shouldn't that take the bloom off the rose, so to speak?
4. Good fences make good neighbors - This is the most important rule of all. If you have been caught rubbing one out in the men's room, do not, under any circumstances, come out of your stall until all affected parties have left the bathroom. I'm never going to be able to get the picture out of my head of you going over to the sink right next to the one I was at, and looking at me in your mirror with a big contented smile while you're washing your hands.
They don't make a body soap strong enough for the ick I felt after that. No amount of showering tonight will do it I'm afraid.
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