whoops
So I made the mistake of wiping the top of the water heater after dusting the TV. Turns out the TV gets dusted a lot more than the heater. I didn't want to know that. I'll go back to being happy in my ignorance.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
hi ho, hi ho
No, not that kind of ho. I had to go back to work today. You can tell from the lack of blog commenting that they keep me busy there. Jerks. Do I look like I want to be industrious? It's killing my reputation.
It was raining when I left work. Guess who wore a white shirt today? One that gets rather transparent when wet. It was cool in a dirty slut kind of way. And of course I parked out in the middle of nowhere because walking is good for me. I need to learn to plan better, or possibly just be lazier.
It was raining when I left work. Guess who wore a white shirt today? One that gets rather transparent when wet. It was cool in a dirty slut kind of way. And of course I parked out in the middle of nowhere because walking is good for me. I need to learn to plan better, or possibly just be lazier.
Monday, May 30, 2005
I'll be doing a jig if you need me
I stopped by the previous place of work this morning, schmoozed everyone up and dropped off a couple half-batches of cookies. I had to, otherwise I would have kept eating them myself. I ate half a dozen last night after I got back from the farm, and about the same today so far. Mmm, evilicious...
I went to the eye doctor today, and ordered new glasses. Not that I don't like my glasses, but they're about 5 years old and they keep coming apart. Plus my prescription had changed since. Which is where the jig comes in, the eye doctor chick said my eyes are getting better, not worse. So she took off the astigmatism correction for the one, and put some of it onto the other one. But that's okay. And, best of all, I got new contacts, with the right prescription, that I can actually see out of. My old ones were from back in high school, about 10 years ago. Not that I don't like bumping into things and driving over cliffs (good thing there aren't a lot of cliffs in Saskatchewan), but feeling like I put in plastic wrap instead of contacts isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Oh, and by popular demand (aka the stalker boys) I've put up a new picture.
I went to the eye doctor today, and ordered new glasses. Not that I don't like my glasses, but they're about 5 years old and they keep coming apart. Plus my prescription had changed since. Which is where the jig comes in, the eye doctor chick said my eyes are getting better, not worse. So she took off the astigmatism correction for the one, and put some of it onto the other one. But that's okay. And, best of all, I got new contacts, with the right prescription, that I can actually see out of. My old ones were from back in high school, about 10 years ago. Not that I don't like bumping into things and driving over cliffs (good thing there aren't a lot of cliffs in Saskatchewan), but feeling like I put in plastic wrap instead of contacts isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Oh, and by popular demand (aka the stalker boys) I've put up a new picture.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Bumming around
I went out to the place of my parental units today. I did a bunch of practicing for my upcoming voice exam, which is good, since I have a lot to work on. It would have been nice if they hadn't suddenly changed the curriculum after I bought the books. Not that learning everything in a month isn't fun, but I do have other things to do. Well, sometimes, anyways. Like making cookies yesterday. It had to be done.
My niece and nephew spent an hour this morning jumping off the trampoline at me while flailing their pointy little limbs in the proximity of my eyes. I'm lucky I wear glasses most of the time, because those kids have it in for me. Then they spent another half hour trying to "paint" my face with the grubby paintbrush they found lying around outside. I now have a whole whack of teddy bears, various farm animals, a motorcycle, hair, glasses, and an extra belly button painted on my body, thankfully in invisible paint. If they'd found real paint lying around on the ground, I'd have been really sad.
Since there was only one paintbrush and two kids, there was some whining about who got to use it, till I convinced my nephew that, since there was no paint, he could use a stick to get the same effect. Mental note for next time: having kids poke at my eyes with a paintbrush is infinitely preferable to having them poke at them with a stick.
My niece and nephew spent an hour this morning jumping off the trampoline at me while flailing their pointy little limbs in the proximity of my eyes. I'm lucky I wear glasses most of the time, because those kids have it in for me. Then they spent another half hour trying to "paint" my face with the grubby paintbrush they found lying around outside. I now have a whole whack of teddy bears, various farm animals, a motorcycle, hair, glasses, and an extra belly button painted on my body, thankfully in invisible paint. If they'd found real paint lying around on the ground, I'd have been really sad.
Since there was only one paintbrush and two kids, there was some whining about who got to use it, till I convinced my nephew that, since there was no paint, he could use a stick to get the same effect. Mental note for next time: having kids poke at my eyes with a paintbrush is infinitely preferable to having them poke at them with a stick.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
head full of mush
Today was long and draining. I feel like someone poured syrup all over my brain. My skull is holding a big sticky lump. Admittedly, that's not much different than usual, but today it felt like someone shook it around some. Jerks.
Friday, May 20, 2005
the day after one of those days
Looks like I was not too happy last night. Funny how that happens about once a month.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
one of those days
You know, when I'm already in a bad mood, it probably doesn't help to tell me I can go be a suck.
In fact, it's maybe a good idea to try to, you know, make me feel better or something.
In fact, it's maybe a good idea to try to, you know, make me feel better or something.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
A second post - in one day!
As I mentioned previously, my little sister is in Europe right now. And nobody has heard from her. Which doesn't seem too big a deal to me, but my mom is another story. She called M's hotel in Paris a couple times to try to reach her. It was pretty funny listening to her. At first she used her Talking to Foreigners Overseas voice - you know, really loud and slow, and you have to ask if there's someone you can talk to who speaks english. She was amazed to find that the english-speaking clerk had no accent. "And it was so clear, it was like she was in the next room." Funny, that's the same comment she made when I'd call her from New Zealand. Then she explained what she wanted. In the most roundabout way and adding a good number of unnecessary details.
My mom is a very nice person. She's also the kind of person who feels compelled to tell you her life story when she calls for the simplest thing. For example, if she ever calls any place for appointments, she tells the person on the other end that she's from out of town. Including the exact distance. Several times during the call. Also, she likes to explain the events leading up to the need for the appointment.
"I'd like to bring my car in to get the bumper fixed. I'm from out of town, 45 miles out, and I can only come in on Wednesday, it'll be between noon and 1:45 because I have a dentist appointment at 2, and I have to run some errands before. I can't bring it in earlier, I'm from out of town and I have to work the next 3 days, I work an hour and a half away. You see, my son was driving out to the field to pick up my husband from combining, and he was passing a slough and a deer crossed in front of him, so he swerved, but he still bumped it. There wasn't a lot of damage, at least I couldn't see much, and my husband looked at the truck and said it doesn't look too bad, and ..." Well, you get the picture.
So you see why she got transferred to the wrong room at the hotel. And didn't get a hold of anyone there, luckily for them. If she had, she would have explained to the person that she was trying to reach her daughter, who is there on a trip for a university class, and she was only going to be there for a week, and was that the right room? She's usually pretty good at asking irrelevant and rather irrational questions in those situations, such as does the person at the wrong room know which room her daughter is in?
My mom is a very nice person. She's also the kind of person who feels compelled to tell you her life story when she calls for the simplest thing. For example, if she ever calls any place for appointments, she tells the person on the other end that she's from out of town. Including the exact distance. Several times during the call. Also, she likes to explain the events leading up to the need for the appointment.
"I'd like to bring my car in to get the bumper fixed. I'm from out of town, 45 miles out, and I can only come in on Wednesday, it'll be between noon and 1:45 because I have a dentist appointment at 2, and I have to run some errands before. I can't bring it in earlier, I'm from out of town and I have to work the next 3 days, I work an hour and a half away. You see, my son was driving out to the field to pick up my husband from combining, and he was passing a slough and a deer crossed in front of him, so he swerved, but he still bumped it. There wasn't a lot of damage, at least I couldn't see much, and my husband looked at the truck and said it doesn't look too bad, and ..." Well, you get the picture.
So you see why she got transferred to the wrong room at the hotel. And didn't get a hold of anyone there, luckily for them. If she had, she would have explained to the person that she was trying to reach her daughter, who is there on a trip for a university class, and she was only going to be there for a week, and was that the right room? She's usually pretty good at asking irrelevant and rather irrational questions in those situations, such as does the person at the wrong room know which room her daughter is in?
Just for Butcher
I'm a big pushover. You know that I'd probably come back from the dead if I was asked. Probably. Unless there was free stuff there. Then you'd be out of luck. Sorry, that's just the way things are.
So the new job is. I'm still in training, but today I actually got real work to do. REAL. WORK. I prefer that to sitting around attempting to look busy. I'm kind of a freak that way. And I got to listen to calls for a long time today, which is good since the process for writing them up is long and exacting and badly documented.
My cousin is getting married this weekend. She e-mailed to remind everyone to bring a picture of themselves for the guest book. I think that's a great idea. There's nothing better than threatening your guests with polaroiding them into immortality. It'd be funnier if everyone wasn't going to be dressed up in fancy going-to-wedding clothes. Really, considering that you've bought some kind of fancy gift for the happy couple already, dressing up should be optional. "Wow, I really like the wife beater Jimmy wore to our wedding." Maybe that's the secret to this bring-your-own-picture deal, you don't have to worry about looking snazzy since they're already going to remember you in whatever you're wearing in the photo.
So the new job is
My cousin is getting married this weekend. She e-mailed to remind everyone to bring a picture of themselves for the guest book. I think that's a great idea. There's nothing better than threatening your guests with polaroiding them into immortality. It'd be funnier if everyone wasn't going to be dressed up in fancy going-to-wedding clothes. Really, considering that you've bought some kind of fancy gift for the happy couple already, dressing up should be optional. "Wow, I really like the wife beater Jimmy wore to our wedding." Maybe that's the secret to this bring-your-own-picture deal, you don't have to worry about looking snazzy since they're already going to remember you in whatever you're wearing in the photo.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Onwards and upwards
Did I mention I have a window seat at my new job? In a building with windows, you see. It's a nice change. Not that I didn't like being a vampire and all, but I doubt I'll miss the pasty whiteness and the blood sucking. So I bought a plant to take.
The guys I'm training with are hilarious. Unfortunately they also like to take extended coffee breaks. So I think I'll be wandering back early, since I don't want to be fired before I've been there a week. Of course, I could always go back to my old job. HA HA HA I'm so funny.
My little sister is going to Europe with one of her classes. I'm jealous. Two weeks of "learnding", in France and Germany. Almost makes me wish I was in something artsy.
The guys I'm training with are hilarious. Unfortunately they also like to take extended coffee breaks. So I think I'll be wandering back early, since I don't want to be fired before I've been there a week. Of course, I could always go back to my old job. HA HA HA I'm so funny.
My little sister is going to Europe with one of her classes. I'm jealous. Two weeks of "learnding", in France and Germany. Almost makes me wish I was in something artsy.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Some days I have to scream real loud for Blogger to let me in
I hate IE. And sometimes Blogger. No offense guys, I know you host my infrequent yipping and all, but really, must I log in 85 times before realizing I'm using the wrong web viewing program? Jerks.
So today was my first day at the new job. Wheeeeee! It was long. Watching training videos, while perhaps a somewhat necessary evil, isn't the most absorbing thing to do. Especially without coffee. I could really have used some coffee this afternoon. That'll teach me to nap on weekends. But hey, I have a new job.
Turns out a buddy of mine from high school is working there too, which is cool. Since I haven't seen him in about 5 years, and we were pretty good friends in high school. I had a major crush on him. He's a sweet guy. If I wasn't so attached to my honey I'd be all over him.
You know, this is all going to be rather embarassing once people I know find out I have this blog thing. Someone should have warned me that everyone out here uses the internet.
So today was my first day at the new job. Wheeeeee! It was long. Watching training videos, while perhaps a somewhat necessary evil, isn't the most absorbing thing to do. Especially without coffee. I could really have used some coffee this afternoon. That'll teach me to nap on weekends. But hey, I have a new job.
Turns out a buddy of mine from high school is working there too, which is cool. Since I haven't seen him in about 5 years, and we were pretty good friends in high school. I had a major crush on him. He's a sweet guy. If I wasn't so attached to my honey I'd be all over him.
You know, this is all going to be rather embarassing once people I know find out I have this blog thing. Someone should have warned me that everyone out here uses the internet.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
And this day shall go down in history
By popular request (hey, when you have a readership of 3, any request is a popular one), I have posted my e-mail address over in the link bar area thing... to the right. Hey, look over there, it's a birdy! Gotta go!
Oh, I would also like to note: someone made my cookies! (well, they made the dough, that's close enough) This is exciting. Oh come on, just be happy for me, okay? You'll be doing your good deed for the day.
Oh, I would also like to note: someone made my cookies! (well, they made the dough, that's close enough) This is exciting. Oh come on, just be happy for me, okay? You'll be doing your good deed for the day.
Friday, May 06, 2005
He speaks the truth
K made a comment the other day about the picture I have up here. From what I recall (it was late and I'm deaf and forgetful) he said I have the evil scientist look going on in it.
He's a pretty perceptive guy.
I'll be concocting evil plans and Frankenstein II in my lab if you need me.
He's a pretty perceptive guy.
I'll be concocting evil plans and Frankenstein II in my lab if you need me.
