Turkey Troubles I will NEVER live down...
Every year the bosses give a turkey to all the employees and retirees that come to the Christmas party. EVERY year, without fail for over 50 years, turkeys have been given. This year, since I am in the Office Manager's spot, I put in an order for the turkeys. I did careful calculations (apparently, the Office Manager 2 people ago forgot to include the retirees in the count and gets to hear about it every year--this was 10 years ago). I called the normal place. This should have been my first clue that not all would be going well. That place was out of business, the company that took over... Butt's Food.
This has turned into one of those, its no one's fault situations, but it doesn't really matter. The turkeys were to be coming in from Jackson, TN by 9:30. By 11:30 the truck was finally leaving Jackson. That is right it was leaving Jackson already 2 hours late for delivery. The truck had broken down and that had to be fixed first. So here we are, nearly 4 hours after expected delivery and the turkeys are reportedly in West Nashville. That is not going to do me any good, seeing as since all the retirees have left and day shift is about to get off. I am getting orders from 4 different people, none of whom are talking to each other about what I should do. Cancel the turkeys. Can they hold the turkeys until Monday and deliver them then? No, I don't want to have to go out and buy a turkey, see if they can get them here my 2:30... Oh dear, I have a headache. And I know, I just know that since this was my first year ordering these stupid birds, I will never hear the end of it. Even if I work here for the next 20 years... every year that I go to order turkeys... "Well, remember what happened that one year..." "Now make sure that they will be there by 9:30..." "Jill, did you learn your lesson about where not to get the turkeys from..."
Hey, the truck just pulled up... and I am so dead serious. Ha!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A Happy Thanksgiving
I am looking forward to a return to family traditions this year. Last year was a year of travel, went to the exotic location of Lexington, KY... and Thanksgiving dinner was at Shoneys on the way up. This year it is back at my aunts for turkey day dinner. Oh, I am so thankful for family. There is something fabulous about all of us squishing around her dining room table. We have kids in the family, but I am not sure that a kids table is necessary. There was a time when I was in college that the "kids" outnumbered the grown ups and we had a grown up table off to the side, and the kids still got to enjoy the big table.
Now this is not a slight to my Aunt, but it is this time of year that I really start to miss my grandparents. Grandmother and Granddaddy's house was full of memories and holiday fun. There was an enormous backyard and basement full of strange toys and fun hiding places. Grandmother would have the table set up in their formal living room. Tables placed end to end so that everyone had a place at it. The fun didn't start with dinner, it started when it was time to set the table. Dish after yummy dish was carried through the Den into the living room until this huge table was loaded with food. To be trusted with carrying that food was a huge responsibility and one that I took very seriously. Finding places to put the food, and ensuring that the mashed potatoes started on my end of the table were top priorities for me. Sometime before the actual dinner, Grandmother would pull me aside when the rolls came fresh out of the oven. Though I was always a big fan of the squishy middle, she thought the outside was the best part. So she would promptly pull out the middle and throw it out, butter up the crust, one for me and one for her. I never really had the heart to tell her that what she was throwing away would be what I wanted the most. Eventually I think my mom noticed and spoke up for me. From that moment on, we formed a fantastic partnership... I got the squishy middle and she got the crispy outside. Buttery goodness either way.
I am looking forward to a return to family traditions this year. Last year was a year of travel, went to the exotic location of Lexington, KY... and Thanksgiving dinner was at Shoneys on the way up. This year it is back at my aunts for turkey day dinner. Oh, I am so thankful for family. There is something fabulous about all of us squishing around her dining room table. We have kids in the family, but I am not sure that a kids table is necessary. There was a time when I was in college that the "kids" outnumbered the grown ups and we had a grown up table off to the side, and the kids still got to enjoy the big table.
Now this is not a slight to my Aunt, but it is this time of year that I really start to miss my grandparents. Grandmother and Granddaddy's house was full of memories and holiday fun. There was an enormous backyard and basement full of strange toys and fun hiding places. Grandmother would have the table set up in their formal living room. Tables placed end to end so that everyone had a place at it. The fun didn't start with dinner, it started when it was time to set the table. Dish after yummy dish was carried through the Den into the living room until this huge table was loaded with food. To be trusted with carrying that food was a huge responsibility and one that I took very seriously. Finding places to put the food, and ensuring that the mashed potatoes started on my end of the table were top priorities for me. Sometime before the actual dinner, Grandmother would pull me aside when the rolls came fresh out of the oven. Though I was always a big fan of the squishy middle, she thought the outside was the best part. So she would promptly pull out the middle and throw it out, butter up the crust, one for me and one for her. I never really had the heart to tell her that what she was throwing away would be what I wanted the most. Eventually I think my mom noticed and spoke up for me. From that moment on, we formed a fantastic partnership... I got the squishy middle and she got the crispy outside. Buttery goodness either way.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
A Perfect Fall Day
I just happened to look up through my window at work and it was beautiful. The wind had picked up and the leaves were falling through the air. Lighty drifting toward the ground. I will confess the background in a bit industrial for my taste--this would have been better in the woods or a hiking trail in the mountains... As it is; a train is passing through, there is a flatbed parked in the back of the lot, and three storage trailers are VERY visible and obscure the view of the trees that I can see. But when the leaves start blowing and falling, the leaves are all that I see. Add that to the cool crisp morning, the clear blue sky with just a wisp of cloud, and *deep sigh of contentment* this is why I love fall so much.
I just happened to look up through my window at work and it was beautiful. The wind had picked up and the leaves were falling through the air. Lighty drifting toward the ground. I will confess the background in a bit industrial for my taste--this would have been better in the woods or a hiking trail in the mountains... As it is; a train is passing through, there is a flatbed parked in the back of the lot, and three storage trailers are VERY visible and obscure the view of the trees that I can see. But when the leaves start blowing and falling, the leaves are all that I see. Add that to the cool crisp morning, the clear blue sky with just a wisp of cloud, and *deep sigh of contentment* this is why I love fall so much.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Deeply Affected at the Frist
(Not a standard post...)
I went to the Frist Center for the Arts between church and more church yesterday. The featured exhibit was photography from the Eastman House Collection. For the most part I found the pictures to be interesting, but not deeply moving. Many were well known prints, seen in coffee table books across America. I have never been one to think that a picture is necessarily better as a print behind glass than in a book. I am showing my ignorance to those that have studied the art of photography. With sculpture, (or my personal favorite) stained glass, or even with paintings, there is a texture that can be appreciated in a live format that is just non-existent in the coffee table book (or even a print on the wall)... All this to say, I am a texture person. I love the 3D element. Perhaps this is why my artistic outlets are extremely tactile in nature... When working with stained glass, a lot of thought goes into the texture of the glass, the feel of the surface, the refractions of light. Or considering my lesser pursuits of quilting, I prefer the textural look and feel of a hand stitched quilt to that done on a machine. Or cross stitch, I rarely choose a pattern that doesn't have bead work with it.
So, that is my disclaimer. I have completely down played the photography exhibit. But there were pictures that caught my eye. There were photos that brought laughter, or pulled at my emotions in some way. All this to tell you about one photo that I could hardly take my eye off of I realize now that I want to write about it, I didn't even read the caption so I can only assume the subject matter, but I really have no idea. It was in the War room, I know this. My emotions were already extremely close to the surface, having seen some of the war pictures. And there it was, in the corner as you were about the exit the room. I was stuck and even now I can't get my mind to forget the image. I think it was in Vietnam, but again, I don't know this. They were children. The anguish and pain on their faces was so apparent, so raw. I am not even sure that I can attempt a commentary or even separate the thoughts that are jumbled inside my brain. The only thought that kept repeating and still repeats... This is war. The innocence torn. The hope extinguished. This is war.
(Not a standard post...)
I went to the Frist Center for the Arts between church and more church yesterday. The featured exhibit was photography from the Eastman House Collection. For the most part I found the pictures to be interesting, but not deeply moving. Many were well known prints, seen in coffee table books across America. I have never been one to think that a picture is necessarily better as a print behind glass than in a book. I am showing my ignorance to those that have studied the art of photography. With sculpture, (or my personal favorite) stained glass, or even with paintings, there is a texture that can be appreciated in a live format that is just non-existent in the coffee table book (or even a print on the wall)... All this to say, I am a texture person. I love the 3D element. Perhaps this is why my artistic outlets are extremely tactile in nature... When working with stained glass, a lot of thought goes into the texture of the glass, the feel of the surface, the refractions of light. Or considering my lesser pursuits of quilting, I prefer the textural look and feel of a hand stitched quilt to that done on a machine. Or cross stitch, I rarely choose a pattern that doesn't have bead work with it.
So, that is my disclaimer. I have completely down played the photography exhibit. But there were pictures that caught my eye. There were photos that brought laughter, or pulled at my emotions in some way. All this to tell you about one photo that I could hardly take my eye off of I realize now that I want to write about it, I didn't even read the caption so I can only assume the subject matter, but I really have no idea. It was in the War room, I know this. My emotions were already extremely close to the surface, having seen some of the war pictures. And there it was, in the corner as you were about the exit the room. I was stuck and even now I can't get my mind to forget the image. I think it was in Vietnam, but again, I don't know this. They were children. The anguish and pain on their faces was so apparent, so raw. I am not even sure that I can attempt a commentary or even separate the thoughts that are jumbled inside my brain. The only thought that kept repeating and still repeats... This is war. The innocence torn. The hope extinguished. This is war.
Friday, October 03, 2008
What is the true evil? The CO detector or the Battery?
It happens every time. It is not before I go to bed that the battery starts the warning beeps. It is not after my alarm goes off in the morning that it will begin. NO, it is sometime in the middle of the night. It is when I am the most sound asleep. It is when the dogs are warm and cuddled up and (most importantly) peaceful beside me. It is when I am in the middle of an amazing dream. That is when the beeping starts. BEEP. And the first few times it happens, I am still in the middle of sleep, barely awake and unable to pinpoint what the problem is. BEEP. A little curious as to why I am awake, but have no idea what it could have been. Back to sleep. BEEP. One eye opens, easily fall back asleep, even catch a few remnants of the same dream. BEEP. Both eyes open now, but still no real worries, sleep again... BEEP. Now the dogs have begun to stir. I turn over, my arm goes over my ear and sleep... beep. (this time a little more muffled, but the arm is not completely working, besides that does not prevent the dogs from noticing). Miriam raises her head and looks at me like, aren't you going to do something about this? Seriously, that is the look she gave me. So I turn over look at the corner and wait... BEEP. But which is it, I still have no clue--the CO detector or the smoke alarm? BEEP. It is getting more persistent and more demanding now... BEEP. Okay, I am getting up. I throw the covers off. Burrrrrrrr. The windows are open and out of the covers is cold, so very cold. BEEP. Dragging the piano bench over now. Still don't know which one it is. BEEP. I think I know the who the culprit is. I remove the Smoke alarm and shove it under the sofa cushions to be dealt with later. All seems quiet. I crawl back in bed, oh how warm. Dogs get to resettle in their warm places. Ready for a little more sleep before facing the day... BEEEEEPPPPP. I chose poorly. It was not the smoke alarm, it was the CO detector. Back out into the cold, back up onto the piano bench (balance please), CO detector down, and it is now resting beside the Smoke alarm under the sofa cushions, back to bed, dogs back by my side. Sleep, Dream. ALARM CLOCK...
It happens every time. It is not before I go to bed that the battery starts the warning beeps. It is not after my alarm goes off in the morning that it will begin. NO, it is sometime in the middle of the night. It is when I am the most sound asleep. It is when the dogs are warm and cuddled up and (most importantly) peaceful beside me. It is when I am in the middle of an amazing dream. That is when the beeping starts. BEEP. And the first few times it happens, I am still in the middle of sleep, barely awake and unable to pinpoint what the problem is. BEEP. A little curious as to why I am awake, but have no idea what it could have been. Back to sleep. BEEP. One eye opens, easily fall back asleep, even catch a few remnants of the same dream. BEEP. Both eyes open now, but still no real worries, sleep again... BEEP. Now the dogs have begun to stir. I turn over, my arm goes over my ear and sleep... beep. (this time a little more muffled, but the arm is not completely working, besides that does not prevent the dogs from noticing). Miriam raises her head and looks at me like, aren't you going to do something about this? Seriously, that is the look she gave me. So I turn over look at the corner and wait... BEEP. But which is it, I still have no clue--the CO detector or the smoke alarm? BEEP. It is getting more persistent and more demanding now... BEEP. Okay, I am getting up. I throw the covers off. Burrrrrrrr. The windows are open and out of the covers is cold, so very cold. BEEP. Dragging the piano bench over now. Still don't know which one it is. BEEP. I think I know the who the culprit is. I remove the Smoke alarm and shove it under the sofa cushions to be dealt with later. All seems quiet. I crawl back in bed, oh how warm. Dogs get to resettle in their warm places. Ready for a little more sleep before facing the day... BEEEEEPPPPP. I chose poorly. It was not the smoke alarm, it was the CO detector. Back out into the cold, back up onto the piano bench (balance please), CO detector down, and it is now resting beside the Smoke alarm under the sofa cushions, back to bed, dogs back by my side. Sleep, Dream. ALARM CLOCK...
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I'm Trying a 20 Random Thoughts Blog
1. Trains are noisy, but sure create a lovely breeze through the open window.
2. I still miss my parents when they go out of town.
3. Honey is the best thing ever invented for biscuits.
4. Fall is the best time to go camping.
5. Coffee is a crutch for the sleep deprived. A lovely crutch that I just couldn't do without...
6. I'm thirsty, but not for coffee.
7. I still like my job, even during stressful times.
8. The clock radio on my desk radomly jumps time so even though it is technically 2:37 pm, it says 6:44 no 6:49 no 6:57pm... Does that mean I get to go home?
9. Trips to new places on my horizon is getting me excited.
10. I painted my fingernails last night and still struggle with the fact that my mother didn't think red is an appropriate color for young ladies (at 32, am I old enough to wear read or will that always be off limits?)
11. Lemon flavored toothpaste is just weird, so why do I keep buying it.
12. My neice Lily is most likely the cutest little girl in the entire world (no, I am not biased).
13. Finding shapes in clouds should be practiced at least 6 to 8 times a year. The one outside my window started out heart shaped and now has morphed into a frog with big eyes.
14. There is a cost to keeping the windows open on this beautiful day, a gigantic fly just made his way into the office.
15. Will I still have a retirement account by next year?
16. The new show Fringe--loving it, though the beginning... gross.
17. I don't think I am a very good gift giver.
18. When I get into the habit, I am still technically a morning person. Does that make me crazy?
19. I am running out of random thoughts.
20. It doesn't really matter because I made it all the way to 20...
Oh and just a side note, my computer now say it is 2:53 pm and my clock radio is working on 10:09 pm.
1. Trains are noisy, but sure create a lovely breeze through the open window.
2. I still miss my parents when they go out of town.
3. Honey is the best thing ever invented for biscuits.
4. Fall is the best time to go camping.
5. Coffee is a crutch for the sleep deprived. A lovely crutch that I just couldn't do without...
6. I'm thirsty, but not for coffee.
7. I still like my job, even during stressful times.
8. The clock radio on my desk radomly jumps time so even though it is technically 2:37 pm, it says 6:44 no 6:49 no 6:57pm... Does that mean I get to go home?
9. Trips to new places on my horizon is getting me excited.
10. I painted my fingernails last night and still struggle with the fact that my mother didn't think red is an appropriate color for young ladies (at 32, am I old enough to wear read or will that always be off limits?)
11. Lemon flavored toothpaste is just weird, so why do I keep buying it.
12. My neice Lily is most likely the cutest little girl in the entire world (no, I am not biased).
13. Finding shapes in clouds should be practiced at least 6 to 8 times a year. The one outside my window started out heart shaped and now has morphed into a frog with big eyes.
14. There is a cost to keeping the windows open on this beautiful day, a gigantic fly just made his way into the office.
15. Will I still have a retirement account by next year?
16. The new show Fringe--loving it, though the beginning... gross.
17. I don't think I am a very good gift giver.
18. When I get into the habit, I am still technically a morning person. Does that make me crazy?
19. I am running out of random thoughts.
20. It doesn't really matter because I made it all the way to 20...
Oh and just a side note, my computer now say it is 2:53 pm and my clock radio is working on 10:09 pm.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Life is Good vs. Life is... GodAs you may or may not realize, I have a Life is Good sticker on the back of my car (two of them as a matter of fact). I also have a Life is Good t-shirt, pajama pants, shorts, backpack, yoga bag... I think that you are getting the idea. I think that Jake (the little smiley guy at the top) goes right along with the optimistic, positive attitude that I like to maintain. What the company represents is also good. American ideals and all that--starting something from nothing (a t-shirt business in the back of a van when they stumbled on Jake) and now that they have made it, they are giving back (supporting festivals that give 100% of profits to kids' charities). I have been more than a little impressed with the merchandise, but I am floored by the caretaking attitude of the company.
That being said, I saw a bumper sticker the other day that was an obvious copy, a plagerism, of "Life is Good." The logo was almost exactly like that above except it said "Life is... God." This, of course, is not the only example of Christain things adopting logos of worldly things and changing it for themselves. I did a search on Google Images for Christian t shirts and on the first page along was the "HisWay" for "Subway," "He Saves" for "Hershey," and "Got Jesus?" for "Got Milk?" Can I be opinionated for a little bit? These things bother me. And let me make this very clear, I am a Christian and it still bothers me. The "Life is... God" especially bothered me and I can't exactly place my finger on why. Maybe because I would never wear a Subway shirt, but I definately would wear Life is Good appearal What it seems to boil down to is this... Can we not be original. We (Christians) are transformed by the renewing of Christ Jesus and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit in our hearts? Can we not come up with better ways to declare this transformation to the world that meager copies of everyday slogans. These overused slogans seem to make a joke of something I hold dear. Another example of a poor excuse for "evangelism." All the declaration, non of the actual work to develop relationships and meet needs of the person where they are. Why aren't we better at being different from the world? Why aren't we better at showing the joy that is ours? If you're happy and you know, than your face will surely show it... right?
"And we, ...are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit." 2 Corinthian 3:18, NIV
Just my deep thoughts for today.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Back to the Full Moon Ride
One of my first posts was about my friend, the avid cyclist, going on a full moon ride. I was reminded of that post yesterday while riding down West End when I was pasting a different cyclist. Before, my confusion was based on the fact that the full moon ride was done by the light of the full moon, not cyclist riding around with their rears showing. Yesterday there was no confusion. Let me explain... and I just might say something potentially negative, and a little bit judgy (but definately funny), so get ready. I don't care if they are your favorite bike shorts and you wear them every time you ride. I don't care that leopard print undies are your choice of panty. BUT... if your bike shorts are so worn out that I see the leopard print undies, it is time for a shopping trip...
I ended up laughing so hard. What a great rendition fo the full moon ride!
One of my first posts was about my friend, the avid cyclist, going on a full moon ride. I was reminded of that post yesterday while riding down West End when I was pasting a different cyclist. Before, my confusion was based on the fact that the full moon ride was done by the light of the full moon, not cyclist riding around with their rears showing. Yesterday there was no confusion. Let me explain... and I just might say something potentially negative, and a little bit judgy (but definately funny), so get ready. I don't care if they are your favorite bike shorts and you wear them every time you ride. I don't care that leopard print undies are your choice of panty. BUT... if your bike shorts are so worn out that I see the leopard print undies, it is time for a shopping trip...
I ended up laughing so hard. What a great rendition fo the full moon ride!
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Not Just Office Supplies
Well, I have already confessed my love of office supplies and my inablility to go into a Staples of Office Depot without feeling slightly light headed and giddy. I am beginning to realize that it is all gadgets that make life easier that has an attraction for me. As acting Office Manager/Purchasing Agent at work now, I get to look through these catelogs that come in. We are talking industrial supply catelogs and I am fascinated. It is true that some things hold very little interest for me. Drill bits. Big flipping deal. I have seen drill bit before and I really have all the drill bits that I need, so I can pass those up with no issues at all. The pages I end up stopping at... Safety glasses. Flashlights. Anti-fatigue mats. Brooms and dust mops for goodness sake. Magnetic based trays. (Doesn't that just sound handy for a clutz like me... I knock over the try, but all the metal thingys stay in place!--the problem is that not all I work with is metal). Even the page with the industrial pedestal fans holds appeal for me. And who wouldn't want a full set of clamps and vises? And last but not least (in this particular catelog at least) is the Deburring Set.
There is a theme. Can you guess it? Hmmm... All these items that get my fancy can be used in my stained glass projects (except perhaps the flashlights--I just think flashlights are so cool. It dates back to the days of flashlight chase on the ceiling of the tent at girl scout camp, or playing ghost in the graveyard at church camp. That might be a separate blog entry). Oh dear, just what I need, another gadget obsession...
Well, I have already confessed my love of office supplies and my inablility to go into a Staples of Office Depot without feeling slightly light headed and giddy. I am beginning to realize that it is all gadgets that make life easier that has an attraction for me. As acting Office Manager/Purchasing Agent at work now, I get to look through these catelogs that come in. We are talking industrial supply catelogs and I am fascinated. It is true that some things hold very little interest for me. Drill bits. Big flipping deal. I have seen drill bit before and I really have all the drill bits that I need, so I can pass those up with no issues at all. The pages I end up stopping at... Safety glasses. Flashlights. Anti-fatigue mats. Brooms and dust mops for goodness sake. Magnetic based trays. (Doesn't that just sound handy for a clutz like me... I knock over the try, but all the metal thingys stay in place!--the problem is that not all I work with is metal). Even the page with the industrial pedestal fans holds appeal for me. And who wouldn't want a full set of clamps and vises? And last but not least (in this particular catelog at least) is the Deburring Set.
There is a theme. Can you guess it? Hmmm... All these items that get my fancy can be used in my stained glass projects (except perhaps the flashlights--I just think flashlights are so cool. It dates back to the days of flashlight chase on the ceiling of the tent at girl scout camp, or playing ghost in the graveyard at church camp. That might be a separate blog entry). Oh dear, just what I need, another gadget obsession...
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Ironies Galore
I feel like humming the song "Isn't it Ironic". A couple of weeks ago I got a speeding ticket. One of the comments that I made ot anyone who would listen was something along the lines that I don't think a road six lanes across should be 35 m.p.h. This is the funny part... Less than two weeks after I was pulled over and given my ticket... Less than three day after I did my online defensive driving course... the speed limit went up to 40. Of course, I was still speeding a little bit (45 or 46, something like that), but would I still have been pulled over going only 5 over?
It's like ra-ee-ain...
I feel like humming the song "Isn't it Ironic". A couple of weeks ago I got a speeding ticket. One of the comments that I made ot anyone who would listen was something along the lines that I don't think a road six lanes across should be 35 m.p.h. This is the funny part... Less than two weeks after I was pulled over and given my ticket... Less than three day after I did my online defensive driving course... the speed limit went up to 40. Of course, I was still speeding a little bit (45 or 46, something like that), but would I still have been pulled over going only 5 over?
It's like ra-ee-ain...
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
And Before My Coffee Too...
This morning I was running ahead of schedule. Not surprising since last night I took a 2 hour nap, a bath and then went back to bed. So, this morning I decided to go to McDonalds on my way to work. Mmmmm... Vanilla Iced Coffee, perfect on this a July morning to get my over tired body to work. So, I am happily sitting in the drive-thru and BAM! The lady behind me thought the line was moving faster than it actually was. That's right she hit my beautiful little car. So I climb out to access the damage. Her car is still up against my car. She backs up a little and then gets out of her car so we can see the damage. And *sigh of relief* no damage is done, except my license plate is a little bent. We were so relieved to see that both cars looked great that we hugged. That's right I hugged a complete stranger in the middle of the drive-thru line at McDonalds, got back in my car, pulled forward and placed my order. What a morning!
This morning I was running ahead of schedule. Not surprising since last night I took a 2 hour nap, a bath and then went back to bed. So, this morning I decided to go to McDonalds on my way to work. Mmmmm... Vanilla Iced Coffee, perfect on this a July morning to get my over tired body to work. So, I am happily sitting in the drive-thru and BAM! The lady behind me thought the line was moving faster than it actually was. That's right she hit my beautiful little car. So I climb out to access the damage. Her car is still up against my car. She backs up a little and then gets out of her car so we can see the damage. And *sigh of relief* no damage is done, except my license plate is a little bent. We were so relieved to see that both cars looked great that we hugged. That's right I hugged a complete stranger in the middle of the drive-thru line at McDonalds, got back in my car, pulled forward and placed my order. What a morning!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Not Just Hammer, But the Other Tools from the Toolshed Too!
Okay, so it is more that just hammers that wish to stalk me. I am being followed by other tools too. Just last night on my way home from choir a ladder jumped off the truck two cars ahead of me and into the road. I definately did not imagine this one. The poor car in front of me plowed right into the ladder. It was the strange noise of tires clanking over ladder that clued me in, allowing me a chance to swerve out of the way just in time.
Of course this got me thinking. Yes, I do tend to let my mind drift from time to time about things that amust me. This time I started thinking about all the interesting things that I have spotted on the side of the road. There have been couches, and chairs, and tables... Let's just say there is a furniture category. There is definately a tool category--not only the recent spottings of hammers and a ladder, but I have seen various screwdrivers, shovels, and even a power drill once. The gross category has to be included in the list--dead animals. The most interesting (or most gross, however you want to look at it) would be the deer that was off the road just enough that you could observe the process of the buzzards picking that thing clean in a matter of 2 or 3 days. The category that always gets me worried--the live animals wondering by the side of the road. I have had to resist the urge to take more than one or two stray dogs home. Then there is the plant category--you may be shocked to hear this, but I absolutely love the wildflowers that grow on the side of the road. This would be the absolute best roadside decoration. Somewhat disappointing is the fact that I have not seen the red poppies on the by-pass this year. Where are they?
Okay, so it is more that just hammers that wish to stalk me. I am being followed by other tools too. Just last night on my way home from choir a ladder jumped off the truck two cars ahead of me and into the road. I definately did not imagine this one. The poor car in front of me plowed right into the ladder. It was the strange noise of tires clanking over ladder that clued me in, allowing me a chance to swerve out of the way just in time.
Of course this got me thinking. Yes, I do tend to let my mind drift from time to time about things that amust me. This time I started thinking about all the interesting things that I have spotted on the side of the road. There have been couches, and chairs, and tables... Let's just say there is a furniture category. There is definately a tool category--not only the recent spottings of hammers and a ladder, but I have seen various screwdrivers, shovels, and even a power drill once. The gross category has to be included in the list--dead animals. The most interesting (or most gross, however you want to look at it) would be the deer that was off the road just enough that you could observe the process of the buzzards picking that thing clean in a matter of 2 or 3 days. The category that always gets me worried--the live animals wondering by the side of the road. I have had to resist the urge to take more than one or two stray dogs home. Then there is the plant category--you may be shocked to hear this, but I absolutely love the wildflowers that grow on the side of the road. This would be the absolute best roadside decoration. Somewhat disappointing is the fact that I have not seen the red poppies on the by-pass this year. Where are they?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Athletic? Nah!
But I am definately becoming one of those people. I actually went online this week looking for a race that I could do. Something that could motivate me to keep up with the jogging, keep improving my time, and most importantly, to keep me in shape. I don't like the training part. I am not one of those crazy people who likes to jog all the time. I don't miss it when I skip it. But I do like the races. Does that make me an exhibitionist (only liking to do it when others are watching)? Hmmmm. I guess I will have to think about that one. So I am glancing through some possibilities for races and realized that I still haven't done a 5K. The shortest that I have done is a 10K. I started big--my first being a 1/2 marathon. Does that mean I was looking for a 5K--no, I ended up signing up for a 15K. And how is this for motivation--I have to complete the 9.3 in less than two hours--that's at least 5 miles per hour, meaning, no walking for me. This is a big step for me. I will really be pushing myself to train for this one. Now for the part that really cracks me up. Without making any confessions, they have a category to enter that is up my alley. The Athena Category--it ain't for the skinny chicks with 0% body fat that is for sure...
But I am definately becoming one of those people. I actually went online this week looking for a race that I could do. Something that could motivate me to keep up with the jogging, keep improving my time, and most importantly, to keep me in shape. I don't like the training part. I am not one of those crazy people who likes to jog all the time. I don't miss it when I skip it. But I do like the races. Does that make me an exhibitionist (only liking to do it when others are watching)? Hmmmm. I guess I will have to think about that one. So I am glancing through some possibilities for races and realized that I still haven't done a 5K. The shortest that I have done is a 10K. I started big--my first being a 1/2 marathon. Does that mean I was looking for a 5K--no, I ended up signing up for a 15K. And how is this for motivation--I have to complete the 9.3 in less than two hours--that's at least 5 miles per hour, meaning, no walking for me. This is a big step for me. I will really be pushing myself to train for this one. Now for the part that really cracks me up. Without making any confessions, they have a category to enter that is up my alley. The Athena Category--it ain't for the skinny chicks with 0% body fat that is for sure...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Payroll, That's What Killed Me
If I turn up mysteriously dead in the next 24 to 48 hours, please know that it is payroll that did it. Have it arrested, thrown in jail, but be warned it is a tricky, tricky, sneaky little booger. When you think you have it figured out, when you are convinced that you have all the bugs worked out of the system, when you know in your heart of hearts that certain procedures performed in specific order give the desired result... it will throw you for a loop. This week it decided that the categories on the checks instead of reading "regular, overtime, doubletime, and vacation" decided instead that "NOT ON FILE" for each of those would be more appropriate. Yes the number of hours are correct. The amounts in those categories are impecable. We just don't know the name of the category. It is a small miracle that the hours did go into the correct amount for taxes and I was able to pull up the correct report quickly to reassure my boss that they were correct. He was toying with the idea of voiding all the checks and reissuing them (NO, NO, NO, pleeeeaaaassssse, NO). Whew!!!! That crisis is averted, but now I have to figure out how to solve this problem before Monday when checks are run again. This is not even talking about the fact that we now have new payroll checks that have come in and that the columns and categories is have to be re-set again to fit these checks. Quitting is not an option as I kinda need this job. What do you think is the likelihood that the other employees will work for free? I will have to send a memo down to the shop, but I am sure that they will be happy to accomodate, right???? Maybe not.
If I turn up mysteriously dead in the next 24 to 48 hours, please know that it is payroll that did it. Have it arrested, thrown in jail, but be warned it is a tricky, tricky, sneaky little booger. When you think you have it figured out, when you are convinced that you have all the bugs worked out of the system, when you know in your heart of hearts that certain procedures performed in specific order give the desired result... it will throw you for a loop. This week it decided that the categories on the checks instead of reading "regular, overtime, doubletime, and vacation" decided instead that "NOT ON FILE" for each of those would be more appropriate. Yes the number of hours are correct. The amounts in those categories are impecable. We just don't know the name of the category. It is a small miracle that the hours did go into the correct amount for taxes and I was able to pull up the correct report quickly to reassure my boss that they were correct. He was toying with the idea of voiding all the checks and reissuing them (NO, NO, NO, pleeeeaaaassssse, NO). Whew!!!! That crisis is averted, but now I have to figure out how to solve this problem before Monday when checks are run again. This is not even talking about the fact that we now have new payroll checks that have come in and that the columns and categories is have to be re-set again to fit these checks. Quitting is not an option as I kinda need this job. What do you think is the likelihood that the other employees will work for free? I will have to send a memo down to the shop, but I am sure that they will be happy to accomodate, right???? Maybe not.
Monday, May 26, 2008
My Love for a Munchkin Named Lily
She is the most precocious and precious 2 year old you would ever meet. She is my niece Lily. She is beautiful. She is becoming her own person with her own unique personality. We had a conversation today. She told everyone that "Mom and Jill are running in the Bolder Boulder." Although it wasn't said with that much clarity or concise speech. It was more of a "mom and jiw run in bower bower." But when she realized that it would make us laugh, she was so proud of herself and then would repeat it at random intervals through out the day. She really does have a good sense of comedic timing (It doesn't hurt that Aunt Jill loves to laugh). Then, just ask her about camping. Do you like camping Lily? Uh huh. By the way we had to leave the camp site at 6AM because she did not sleep well at all that night and would not stop crying, but even through the tears she does like camping. (Of course, she actually had a great time up until the time that the temperature dropped to about 30 degrees--for that matter, my enthusiam for the camping excursion was dropping by that point as well.) But tonight we did a little bit of indoor camping. She has this cute, cute, cute butterfly tent (strictly for indoor use). She would crawl in then tell poke her head out at me and say "let's go, jiw" (did I tell you that this all started when she woke up from her nap and said "I want jiw"--I so love this kid). So we would get in the tent--she would then take off her "pack pack" (backpack) where barbie was stashed, next would come the order to zip up (meaning the tent flap), inevitably she would open the pack pack and say "hello barbie" and then request a zip up of the pack pack. The next was one of two options-- woooaaa or shake it. Woooaaa consisted of her sitting on one side of the tent, me on the other leaning back and forth saying (can you guess... wait for it...) "wooooaaaa." Upstairs Craig and Rhonda weren't sure if she was crying until she would bust out into a crazy loud super fantastic giggle (she has one dimple, too cute). Shake it consistend of her standing in the middle of the tent (please keep in mind that the tent is maybe 4'x4'--great for a 2 year old but not so roomy for a grown up) and we would shake the side of the tent also ending inthat crazy loud super fantastic giggle of hers. The the normal routine would be a request for help in putting the pack pack back on, then she would crawl out of the tent poke her head back in and say "let's go", I would crawl out follow her around the pool table and repeat the entire process from the beginning. This only stopped because dinner was ready and resumed immediately afterwards.
The plan tomorrow... I get her all day to myself. Craig and Rhonda both have to work. We will truck on down to the park for some fabulous playtime. I don't think I have expressed it enough, this kiddo has my heart. She is the best super-kid in the world and she is only two (it can only get better because I hear the twos are terrible).
She is the most precocious and precious 2 year old you would ever meet. She is my niece Lily. She is beautiful. She is becoming her own person with her own unique personality. We had a conversation today. She told everyone that "Mom and Jill are running in the Bolder Boulder." Although it wasn't said with that much clarity or concise speech. It was more of a "mom and jiw run in bower bower." But when she realized that it would make us laugh, she was so proud of herself and then would repeat it at random intervals through out the day. She really does have a good sense of comedic timing (It doesn't hurt that Aunt Jill loves to laugh). Then, just ask her about camping. Do you like camping Lily? Uh huh. By the way we had to leave the camp site at 6AM because she did not sleep well at all that night and would not stop crying, but even through the tears she does like camping. (Of course, she actually had a great time up until the time that the temperature dropped to about 30 degrees--for that matter, my enthusiam for the camping excursion was dropping by that point as well.) But tonight we did a little bit of indoor camping. She has this cute, cute, cute butterfly tent (strictly for indoor use). She would crawl in then tell poke her head out at me and say "let's go, jiw" (did I tell you that this all started when she woke up from her nap and said "I want jiw"--I so love this kid). So we would get in the tent--she would then take off her "pack pack" (backpack) where barbie was stashed, next would come the order to zip up (meaning the tent flap), inevitably she would open the pack pack and say "hello barbie" and then request a zip up of the pack pack. The next was one of two options-- woooaaa or shake it. Woooaaa consisted of her sitting on one side of the tent, me on the other leaning back and forth saying (can you guess... wait for it...) "wooooaaaa." Upstairs Craig and Rhonda weren't sure if she was crying until she would bust out into a crazy loud super fantastic giggle (she has one dimple, too cute). Shake it consistend of her standing in the middle of the tent (please keep in mind that the tent is maybe 4'x4'--great for a 2 year old but not so roomy for a grown up) and we would shake the side of the tent also ending inthat crazy loud super fantastic giggle of hers. The the normal routine would be a request for help in putting the pack pack back on, then she would crawl out of the tent poke her head back in and say "let's go", I would crawl out follow her around the pool table and repeat the entire process from the beginning. This only stopped because dinner was ready and resumed immediately afterwards.
The plan tomorrow... I get her all day to myself. Craig and Rhonda both have to work. We will truck on down to the park for some fabulous playtime. I don't think I have expressed it enough, this kiddo has my heart. She is the best super-kid in the world and she is only two (it can only get better because I hear the twos are terrible).
Friday, May 23, 2008
New Phone
I ordered myself a new phone this week. I guess that I am very important and everyone wants to talk to me, because my phone has been ringing off the hook (do cell phones have a hook?, do phones in general have a hook anymore?) So for the 2nd month in a row, I have exceeded my minutes--and I was oh so careful this last month (using my home phone whenever possible, waiting until 9:00 to make other calls). The problem: 1. Well, I should probably stop calling people so much. 2. Client's have been picking up--I use my current number for them to call and call them from this cell phone (leaving me a voice message at a place I go for maybe 15 minutes once a week just doesn't work). 3. It seems that no one I know, except maybe mom, dad, and my aunt have AT&T anymore (I am talking mainly about my friend CG--you have abandoned me to join with your husband's cell network, what's up with that? *she said with a sarcastic smirk*). So I deliberated, and I deliberated, and then I did some research (of course) and then I thought about it some more. Strangely enough, it works out as cheaper to get a second cell phone with a different company than to add more minutes and another line to my current plan (actually it would be about the same price--but that still wouldn't help with the CG issue as she also has to really watch her minutes too). Again I ask, what's up with that? Of course, AT&T doesn't really care what I do because they have me locked into a 2 year contract. I am free to roam about the country and other cell phone companies as long as I keep my current cell phone with them.
I ordered myself a new phone this week. I guess that I am very important and everyone wants to talk to me, because my phone has been ringing off the hook (do cell phones have a hook?, do phones in general have a hook anymore?) So for the 2nd month in a row, I have exceeded my minutes--and I was oh so careful this last month (using my home phone whenever possible, waiting until 9:00 to make other calls). The problem: 1. Well, I should probably stop calling people so much. 2. Client's have been picking up--I use my current number for them to call and call them from this cell phone (leaving me a voice message at a place I go for maybe 15 minutes once a week just doesn't work). 3. It seems that no one I know, except maybe mom, dad, and my aunt have AT&T anymore (I am talking mainly about my friend CG--you have abandoned me to join with your husband's cell network, what's up with that? *she said with a sarcastic smirk*). So I deliberated, and I deliberated, and then I did some research (of course) and then I thought about it some more. Strangely enough, it works out as cheaper to get a second cell phone with a different company than to add more minutes and another line to my current plan (actually it would be about the same price--but that still wouldn't help with the CG issue as she also has to really watch her minutes too). Again I ask, what's up with that? Of course, AT&T doesn't really care what I do because they have me locked into a 2 year contract. I am free to roam about the country and other cell phone companies as long as I keep my current cell phone with them.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I Noticed It One Day Too Late
Strange blog post here, but yesterday I noticed that the anniversary of my divorce had passed by and it hadn't even registered with me. It was only when I went to work on monday and noticed the date on the calendar that I started thinking, "hmm, wasn't it this time last year..." This year the day couldn't be any different. Last year was a dark day (not literally as the sun was shining bright). Not only did my divorce go through, but I was stuck in a training--Grief after Trauma. In this training (as if talking about grief and trauma for 2 days isn't bad enough by itself) they showed a video about a church shooting that happened in Fort Worth, Texas in September 1999. Yes, for those who know me and are doing the math, I was in Fort Worth at the time of the Wedgewood Baptist Church shooting. A man walked into a See You At the Pole Rally and shot into a group of teenagers, killing seven before killing himself. (Thank God he was horrible at making pipe bombs or this would have been even worse). This was during my first semester of practicum and I led one of the many debriefing groups later in the week--my first ever therapy session (trial by fire). There were seminarians there that were also wounded or killed. This was my divorce day last year. The end of a marriage and a reminder of a very real tragedy. I remember last year driving from the training center to home trying so hard to keep it together, not succeeding at all. So I changed course slightly drove straight to my parent house and just cried while my parents held me. I am so thankful for my family. I am so glad that I came back home to live before all of this happened.
So... This year. Again, totally different from last year. I went to church (always a place of healing for me), I sat next to my friend--flower goddess, enjoying an occassional laugh (or two or three--do we ever stop laughing), playing handbells (enjoying the last of the season--ready for summer break), watching graduating seniors be recognized (some that I have worked with for the past three years). After church I had lunch with another friend and then met yet another dear one at the park for a little bit. It was almost as if God was saying, "When you remember what the day is, I want you to know that you were well provided for, that there were friends to be there for you, but I will protect you from actually needing their shoulder." What a difference a year makes. When I did finally sit down and remembered what Sunday was, I did shed a few tears (it was inevitable). Not many tears though, healing is such a beautiful thing, sometimes it seems so stinking slow in coming, stuck somewhere along the way. And sometimes, it can take you by surprise, not even realizing how far you have come. What a great day.
Strange blog post here, but yesterday I noticed that the anniversary of my divorce had passed by and it hadn't even registered with me. It was only when I went to work on monday and noticed the date on the calendar that I started thinking, "hmm, wasn't it this time last year..." This year the day couldn't be any different. Last year was a dark day (not literally as the sun was shining bright). Not only did my divorce go through, but I was stuck in a training--Grief after Trauma. In this training (as if talking about grief and trauma for 2 days isn't bad enough by itself) they showed a video about a church shooting that happened in Fort Worth, Texas in September 1999. Yes, for those who know me and are doing the math, I was in Fort Worth at the time of the Wedgewood Baptist Church shooting. A man walked into a See You At the Pole Rally and shot into a group of teenagers, killing seven before killing himself. (Thank God he was horrible at making pipe bombs or this would have been even worse). This was during my first semester of practicum and I led one of the many debriefing groups later in the week--my first ever therapy session (trial by fire). There were seminarians there that were also wounded or killed. This was my divorce day last year. The end of a marriage and a reminder of a very real tragedy. I remember last year driving from the training center to home trying so hard to keep it together, not succeeding at all. So I changed course slightly drove straight to my parent house and just cried while my parents held me. I am so thankful for my family. I am so glad that I came back home to live before all of this happened.
So... This year. Again, totally different from last year. I went to church (always a place of healing for me), I sat next to my friend--flower goddess, enjoying an occassional laugh (or two or three--do we ever stop laughing), playing handbells (enjoying the last of the season--ready for summer break), watching graduating seniors be recognized (some that I have worked with for the past three years). After church I had lunch with another friend and then met yet another dear one at the park for a little bit. It was almost as if God was saying, "When you remember what the day is, I want you to know that you were well provided for, that there were friends to be there for you, but I will protect you from actually needing their shoulder." What a difference a year makes. When I did finally sit down and remembered what Sunday was, I did shed a few tears (it was inevitable). Not many tears though, healing is such a beautiful thing, sometimes it seems so stinking slow in coming, stuck somewhere along the way. And sometimes, it can take you by surprise, not even realizing how far you have come. What a great day.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Kids and their Wishes
I didn't experience this story first hand, but it was really cute and I have permission to blog it. My friend Amy took her son to Disney World last week. They had a great time and Spencer a.k.a. Spider Man was a trooper. He was not one of the screaming/crying kids. He wasn't too tired or too hot. He was not demanding or irritating, but truly a superhero.
So, the cute part. They went on the "It's a Small World" ride. Toward the end there is a place to throw a penny and make a wish. First cute thing, he had to think and then ask about this whole wishing thing. Amy explained to him that a wish is something that a person really, really wants to have happen and the penny sometimes helps that come true. So Spencer closed his eyes up tight and thought really hard and then threw in his penny. Amy didn't ask and Spencer didn't tell. Well, that is where the second cute thing happens... As I understand it, a couple of hours later, Spencer looks up at Amy with a serious expression on his face and asks, "When am I going to turn into Spider Man?"
So make a wish, you just might get to be a superhero.
I didn't experience this story first hand, but it was really cute and I have permission to blog it. My friend Amy took her son to Disney World last week. They had a great time and Spencer a.k.a. Spider Man was a trooper. He was not one of the screaming/crying kids. He wasn't too tired or too hot. He was not demanding or irritating, but truly a superhero.
So, the cute part. They went on the "It's a Small World" ride. Toward the end there is a place to throw a penny and make a wish. First cute thing, he had to think and then ask about this whole wishing thing. Amy explained to him that a wish is something that a person really, really wants to have happen and the penny sometimes helps that come true. So Spencer closed his eyes up tight and thought really hard and then threw in his penny. Amy didn't ask and Spencer didn't tell. Well, that is where the second cute thing happens... As I understand it, a couple of hours later, Spencer looks up at Amy with a serious expression on his face and asks, "When am I going to turn into Spider Man?"
So make a wish, you just might get to be a superhero.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
I Don't Think It Could be any More Unlucky
That would be my day. Not a horrible day, but things have been happening to me today that are just plain annoying. I do have a blog though, this means I get to vent here...
Started off this morning with the light bulb in my bathroom going out. No problem I get a new bulb and drag the piano bench into the bathroom, remove the glass globe, go to unscrew the light bulb. That is when the unlucky part started, the light bulb shatters. That is right, I am looking at the light bulb directly above my head while still barefooted and in pajamas and it shatters. The amazing part--none of the glass got in my eyes, I wasn't cut at all. The dilemna--I am in my barefeet and surrounded by broken glass. I manage to gingerly walk to the closet avoiding all glass and get some shoes on and sweep up the glass. I still have the task ahead of me of getting the rest of the bulb out of the fixture (maybe I should wait until my luck turns).
Next stop on my way to work was to grab a breakfast burrito from Sonic. I do believe that they pour grease to the burrito because 5 bites into it, I have grease dripping from my hand onto the front of my dress. (Ladies you can sympathize I am sure). But I have had a great big grease spot on my right boob all day long. Need I remind you I work with ALL men and one woman (and she happens to be on vacation this week). So I go into the bathroom first thing and I try to wash this spot out. IT DIDN'T WORK, it just gave me a wet boob for the first 30 minutes of work. So I spent most of my day trying to cover up my boob, without being obvious about trying to cover up my boob. Everyone was a gentleman and I could tell that they were trying not to look, but oh my goodness.
Next is the simple fact that it was a crazy busy day. There were shipping orders to process (and Oh, by the way the truck is waiting in the parking lot). There were labels to print (of course I can't do anything else while printing labels as I have to sit with my hand in the print and manually feed each and every one). There were requisistions to get approved and sent off (would it be too much to ask that the entries in the roladex reflect the companies current name and not who owned them 15 years ago). Lots to do, but there is a steady flow and a rhythm that I am getting into with this. As I am feeling good about getting so much accomplished and I am patting myself on the back for keeping caught up... a problem was discovered in payroll. The checks had mis-fed 1/2 through and was off by a line (only one l line!!!!). This wouldn't have been that big of a deal except that it was the heading of the next check on the bottom of the previous check--this means that someone else's name, SS#, and pay-rate on the bottom of the previous check. This was discovered a 1:45. They pick up their checks at 2:30. I had to void out the checks and re-issue them.
There is more. Oh, there is more, but right now I am looking forward to a long walk and maybe some icecream later. Whew. What a Day!
That would be my day. Not a horrible day, but things have been happening to me today that are just plain annoying. I do have a blog though, this means I get to vent here...
Started off this morning with the light bulb in my bathroom going out. No problem I get a new bulb and drag the piano bench into the bathroom, remove the glass globe, go to unscrew the light bulb. That is when the unlucky part started, the light bulb shatters. That is right, I am looking at the light bulb directly above my head while still barefooted and in pajamas and it shatters. The amazing part--none of the glass got in my eyes, I wasn't cut at all. The dilemna--I am in my barefeet and surrounded by broken glass. I manage to gingerly walk to the closet avoiding all glass and get some shoes on and sweep up the glass. I still have the task ahead of me of getting the rest of the bulb out of the fixture (maybe I should wait until my luck turns).
Next stop on my way to work was to grab a breakfast burrito from Sonic. I do believe that they pour grease to the burrito because 5 bites into it, I have grease dripping from my hand onto the front of my dress. (Ladies you can sympathize I am sure). But I have had a great big grease spot on my right boob all day long. Need I remind you I work with ALL men and one woman (and she happens to be on vacation this week). So I go into the bathroom first thing and I try to wash this spot out. IT DIDN'T WORK, it just gave me a wet boob for the first 30 minutes of work. So I spent most of my day trying to cover up my boob, without being obvious about trying to cover up my boob. Everyone was a gentleman and I could tell that they were trying not to look, but oh my goodness.
Next is the simple fact that it was a crazy busy day. There were shipping orders to process (and Oh, by the way the truck is waiting in the parking lot). There were labels to print (of course I can't do anything else while printing labels as I have to sit with my hand in the print and manually feed each and every one). There were requisistions to get approved and sent off (would it be too much to ask that the entries in the roladex reflect the companies current name and not who owned them 15 years ago). Lots to do, but there is a steady flow and a rhythm that I am getting into with this. As I am feeling good about getting so much accomplished and I am patting myself on the back for keeping caught up... a problem was discovered in payroll. The checks had mis-fed 1/2 through and was off by a line (only one l line!!!!). This wouldn't have been that big of a deal except that it was the heading of the next check on the bottom of the previous check--this means that someone else's name, SS#, and pay-rate on the bottom of the previous check. This was discovered a 1:45. They pick up their checks at 2:30. I had to void out the checks and re-issue them.
There is more. Oh, there is more, but right now I am looking forward to a long walk and maybe some icecream later. Whew. What a Day!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Now I Worry I am Insane, or Being Stalked--the Hammer Reappears
I saw another hammer today. Was it the same one? I have no idea. The problem with seeing the hammer, it was in a completely different place on my commute. Yesterday's hammer was on I-65, today's hammer was at the beginning of the by-pass in Gallatin. I nearly ran right over it. So either I am hallucinating, or this hammer is following me, or I am the victim of a very strange coincidence...
(side note--I know that I am not hallucinating today as other cars also served to miss the thing so that leaved stalking or coincidence)
I saw another hammer today. Was it the same one? I have no idea. The problem with seeing the hammer, it was in a completely different place on my commute. Yesterday's hammer was on I-65, today's hammer was at the beginning of the by-pass in Gallatin. I nearly ran right over it. So either I am hallucinating, or this hammer is following me, or I am the victim of a very strange coincidence...
(side note--I know that I am not hallucinating today as other cars also served to miss the thing so that leaved stalking or coincidence)
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