The bugs around this house have no respect for personal space, especially mine. The day before yesterday (Tuesday) I was sitting on the front porch reading and getting a tan, when my mother called. I answered the phone and we chatted for a few minutes. When I went to hang up the phone I looked down at it to press the off button and saw a big orange spider crawling across the screen of the phone. I freaked out and shook the phone to get it off and away from me. Naturally, it disappeared which continued to make me nervous, because I was sure it was in my hair or somewhere else I didn't want it to be. I jumped up and danced around trying to find the spider, but he was taking too long to come out of hiding, so I sat back down, paranoid, and with my book. But then I started to think, where did it come from? The phone was up to my ear and when I picked it up there was no spider on it, but when I hung it up there it was...does that mean it was already on me?! That gave me chills and I frantically started running my hands through my hair making sure there was nothing else and hoping to God I didn't actually touch anything. I calmed down and started reading again and my faithful dog (God bless him) came out the front door, which I had left open, every five minutes to check on me. He'd walk out, look around the yard, look at me, sigh, then go back into the house. Good boy.
And today I was enjoying a bubble bath, listening to Josh Groban, when a daddy long leg crawled past my arm and sent shivers down my spine. I just let him keep on going because I figured he would just climb up into his corner like daddy long legs are supposed to do, but no. We got down to where my feet were and tried to get down into my bubbles. Foolish little thing. Of course he started to struggle and I watched him hoping he would get out, which he did, but then he started to go back towards my bubbles and got in trouble again. I figured he was just trying to flirt with me, which was pointless because he definitely wasn't my type. But like always, I felt bad for him after he tried to hit on me and failed miserably, so I grabbed my mom's dry face wash bottle and helped him away from the bubbles and to the safety of the wall. After that he took the hint that I wasn't interested and just chilled in the corner like he should have done from the start.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Fire and Spines
Today a jitney a.k.a. fork lift caught on fire. No one was hurt. There was more smoke than flame and a fire extinguisher was deployed almost immediately.
I came home from that excitement to find that our dogs had gotten into a fight with a porcupine. My father is pulling spines out of their snouts as I write this. I was kicked out of the room because I kept flinching. It looks quite painful and I am very sorry for them.
I came home from that excitement to find that our dogs had gotten into a fight with a porcupine. My father is pulling spines out of their snouts as I write this. I was kicked out of the room because I kept flinching. It looks quite painful and I am very sorry for them.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Anyone up for flashlight tag?
The power went out at the plywood plant today. About 25 minutes before it was time to go home, just 5 before it was time to start cleaning up, I heard a grinding sound. Then silence and everything went dark. A few emergency lights flickered on, which succeeded in simply creating more shadows.
I patiently stood on the little platform by my plugger listening to the supervisors yell out orders and watching dark figures scurry here and there. I was actually enjoying myself. I didn't have to work and the plant had never before been so quiet.
Then my supervisor yelled for me to go wait up in the break room, so I slowly walked off like a scolded child. It has been suggested that the cause of the outage is the construction currently going on in downtown Shelton where some sewer lines are being put in.
I wonder if I'll have to go to work tomorrow.
I patiently stood on the little platform by my plugger listening to the supervisors yell out orders and watching dark figures scurry here and there. I was actually enjoying myself. I didn't have to work and the plant had never before been so quiet.
Then my supervisor yelled for me to go wait up in the break room, so I slowly walked off like a scolded child. It has been suggested that the cause of the outage is the construction currently going on in downtown Shelton where some sewer lines are being put in.
I wonder if I'll have to go to work tomorrow.
Monday, June 25, 2007
The Evil Eye
There is a man at work who enjoys teasing me. As it's not mean or an annoying kind of teasing, it doesn't really bother me. Every time he sees me, he simply says, "Smile." Then he stands there and stares at me until I smile. I am not much of a smiler. I'm not sure why, I've just never been one to smile a lot. But to get him out of my way, I'll smile.
Today it was time for a little pay back. I was sitting in the break room reading the paper when he walked in. I ignored him so he knocked on my table until I looked up. "You gotta smile," he said. I lifted my head and gave him a death glare. While I may not be much of a smiler, I have the death glare down. I don't even realize it's power. I stared him down until he walked away and went back to the paper.
Later in the day he came up and apologized for bothering me. "I didn't mean to," he said, "I was just playing with you to make you smile."
I told him I knew that. I was just playing with him back. He went on to explain that my look had worried him a great deal. "The stare you gave me ... I really thought I had upset you." No, not really. I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He was quite relieved. We'll see if he asks me to smile again tomorrow.
Today it was time for a little pay back. I was sitting in the break room reading the paper when he walked in. I ignored him so he knocked on my table until I looked up. "You gotta smile," he said. I lifted my head and gave him a death glare. While I may not be much of a smiler, I have the death glare down. I don't even realize it's power. I stared him down until he walked away and went back to the paper.
Later in the day he came up and apologized for bothering me. "I didn't mean to," he said, "I was just playing with you to make you smile."
I told him I knew that. I was just playing with him back. He went on to explain that my look had worried him a great deal. "The stare you gave me ... I really thought I had upset you." No, not really. I was just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He was quite relieved. We'll see if he asks me to smile again tomorrow.
Beavers Win College World Series AGAIN!
Yes, it's true! The Beavers won the college series two years in a row! It makes me so proud even though I'm transferring. The best play of the game: the tag out home in the 7th. Beauty.
il café
Yesterday my mom took Christina and I to Starbucks, which is just what I needed after my camera issues. My mom decided to buy some ground espresso beans along with our drinks for our new coffee maker (while I applied for a job there). When we got home though, she left them in the van by mistake. Today, I had to run in to the post office. So, when I opened the van door I was hit with the delicious aroma of espresso beans. I felt instantly better about my camera and Big 5. It was amazing. Oh the magic of coffee!
RIP Nikon Coolpix L3
If you're thinking about buying a digital camera don't buy a Nikon. I've gone through two already and they are no good. They are nice for about 10 months, then they die. Mine recently passed away from a "lens error." This is apparently a common COD for the L3s. I wish I would have known this before. What a waste of money. It happened yesterday at Ali's grad party. Everything was going fine. I was getting some great shots, when suddenly it just stopped working. I was obviously frustrated, but I didn't mess with it because I was sure I would just break it more.
After the party Mom, Christina, and I went to Target to see if there was anything I could do to save it. I showed the guy and he said:
"Hmm. Did you drop it?"
"No," I replied flatly and honestly.
"Are we lyyying?"
"NO," Christina and I said together, disgusted at his accusation and belittling tone.
"Hmm. Well this is a common problem with the L3s. You can buy a new one or we can send it in, but that will cost money too."
"Great. Thank you."
We walked away.
Today I decided to troubleshoot online and see what other people did to fix the problem. There were many sites where people had posted their complaints that were identical to mine. The answers and suggestions consisted of: "slap it against your palm" "shake it" "squeeze it" "use a bobby pin to pop the lens back into place," etc. I tried them in order, including the bobby pin, which DOESN'T WORK! Don't try it. The bobby pin was the official COD for my camera. It only succeeded in shoving the lens in further.
Then I called Nikon. I could send it in if there was no physical "accidental damage" to the camera. That they didn't cover, only manufacturer error. If only I hadn't just done obvious physical damage to the lens! Craaaaaap. Looks like I'm SOL, seeing as how I don't have enough hours at Big 5 to make enough money to buy a new camera.
After the party Mom, Christina, and I went to Target to see if there was anything I could do to save it. I showed the guy and he said:
"Hmm. Did you drop it?"
"No," I replied flatly and honestly.
"Are we lyyying?"
"NO," Christina and I said together, disgusted at his accusation and belittling tone.
"Hmm. Well this is a common problem with the L3s. You can buy a new one or we can send it in, but that will cost money too."
"Great. Thank you."
We walked away.
Today I decided to troubleshoot online and see what other people did to fix the problem. There were many sites where people had posted their complaints that were identical to mine. The answers and suggestions consisted of: "slap it against your palm" "shake it" "squeeze it" "use a bobby pin to pop the lens back into place," etc. I tried them in order, including the bobby pin, which DOESN'T WORK! Don't try it. The bobby pin was the official COD for my camera. It only succeeded in shoving the lens in further.
Then I called Nikon. I could send it in if there was no physical "accidental damage" to the camera. That they didn't cover, only manufacturer error. If only I hadn't just done obvious physical damage to the lens! Craaaaaap. Looks like I'm SOL, seeing as how I don't have enough hours at Big 5 to make enough money to buy a new camera.
Can't Seem To Get It Right
So once again it seems I am pissed off at the moronic happenings of the world and I'm relying on AH to help me vent. Two weeks before I was to move back home, I came back for Memorial Day weekend. During that weekend I went into Big 5 to fill out all the necessary paper work so I would be ready to start when I returned in a couple weeks. The paper work process takes about a week, then they have to put me on the schedule. I was totally excited because they had given me a raise and promised me more hours and I would have Wednesday nights off for softball. We decided I would start on Wednesday the 13th. I thought I was set. Oh how naive I can be.
I came home two weeks later and called my manager, Troy, to find out when I would be working that Wednesday. Turns out my main manager, Paul, forgot to put me on the schedule. "Of course he did," I think. I was annoyed and expressed so to Troy. He sympathized and promised I would be on the schedule the next week. Sunday the 17th rolls around and I call Troy again to find out when I would be working that week and he says "Ariel, you're going to be so mad at me." *Silence* I couldn't speak. I knew what he was going to tell me and I was already pissed. All I could eek out was "No way Troy."
"I'm so sorry. Paul told me he didn't know what your availability was, so he couldn't put you on the schedule and now I'm looking for your information and I can't find your employee number or anything. You're not on any of our new hire or re-hire lists."
"Why not," I asked trying to stay calm.
"I have no idea."
"Okay...now what? I need to work Troy. I'm now two weeks without pay. What's going on?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it out though. I'll take care of you don't worry."
Well it was too late. I was beyond worried. My mom had taken that week off for my sister's graduation and decided to take me to Olympia to job hunt while she went shopping. I spend the week applying online and at location, and looking through the paper for something to do, but no one has responded. On Tuesday the 19 (the day of Ali's graduation) I called Troy again. He told me I had to come in and take care of some things I had previously been informed I didn't need to bother with. I went in and took care of business like always, and on Wednesday Troy finally called me, instead of the other way around. He asked me if I could come in on Saturday for a training day. I absolutely could. I didn't need a training day because I was already trained, but this way he wouldn't have to take hours of the schedule and I would still get paid. Plus they were going to teach me how to use the cash register, so I guess it really was a training day. While I was on the phone with him, again, I asked if I was on the schedule yet. He said no, but he had gotten a few people to give me some of their hours. Great. So naturally I asked him what days. He told me Tuesday and Wednesday. "That's it," I thought. Yup. That was it. 10 hours. That's it. I need MORE THAN THAT!!!! Fine. So, when I went in to work on Saturday I told Troy I was looking for a second job, because he had screwed me over. I hope they feel bad.
I came home two weeks later and called my manager, Troy, to find out when I would be working that Wednesday. Turns out my main manager, Paul, forgot to put me on the schedule. "Of course he did," I think. I was annoyed and expressed so to Troy. He sympathized and promised I would be on the schedule the next week. Sunday the 17th rolls around and I call Troy again to find out when I would be working that week and he says "Ariel, you're going to be so mad at me." *Silence* I couldn't speak. I knew what he was going to tell me and I was already pissed. All I could eek out was "No way Troy."
"I'm so sorry. Paul told me he didn't know what your availability was, so he couldn't put you on the schedule and now I'm looking for your information and I can't find your employee number or anything. You're not on any of our new hire or re-hire lists."
"Why not," I asked trying to stay calm.
"I have no idea."
"Okay...now what? I need to work Troy. I'm now two weeks without pay. What's going on?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it out though. I'll take care of you don't worry."
Well it was too late. I was beyond worried. My mom had taken that week off for my sister's graduation and decided to take me to Olympia to job hunt while she went shopping. I spend the week applying online and at location, and looking through the paper for something to do, but no one has responded. On Tuesday the 19 (the day of Ali's graduation) I called Troy again. He told me I had to come in and take care of some things I had previously been informed I didn't need to bother with. I went in and took care of business like always, and on Wednesday Troy finally called me, instead of the other way around. He asked me if I could come in on Saturday for a training day. I absolutely could. I didn't need a training day because I was already trained, but this way he wouldn't have to take hours of the schedule and I would still get paid. Plus they were going to teach me how to use the cash register, so I guess it really was a training day. While I was on the phone with him, again, I asked if I was on the schedule yet. He said no, but he had gotten a few people to give me some of their hours. Great. So naturally I asked him what days. He told me Tuesday and Wednesday. "That's it," I thought. Yup. That was it. 10 hours. That's it. I need MORE THAN THAT!!!! Fine. So, when I went in to work on Saturday I told Troy I was looking for a second job, because he had screwed me over. I hope they feel bad.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Hawk Ears and Hungry Horses
Ariel came over to my house again to play pool. I am not very good, but playing with her is a good way to practice. My father and younger sister soon joined us as well. Here are some of the quotations from this evening.
I was telling Ariel a secret of sorts while my father was sitting on the couch. She of course repeated what I told her above a whisper so my father might hear. I attempted to shush her.
"Shhhh he has the ears of a hawk." (I was a little confused I think.)
Later we were all discussing what our first words were. My father said all of his children said Da-da for their first word. My sister said the reason was because we didn't have a mother. I informed that actually, we did. She kept denying it so I asked ...
"What, do you think Dad has some kind of secret uterus none of us know about?" (My father became slightly disturbed.)
Ariel and my father were playing pool because I had become fed up with my poor skills and decided to watch and learn. Ariel shot and put the cue ball in a horrible position for my father.
"Were you just born evil?" he asked. "No, I've just been hanging around Christina too much," she said without a missing a beat.
Lastly, Ariel trying to convince my sister to go out and feed the animals before it got dark.
"Boy, if I was a horse right now I sure would be hungry. I would be standing around waiting for someone to come feed me. I wouldn't be a happy horsey."
I was telling Ariel a secret of sorts while my father was sitting on the couch. She of course repeated what I told her above a whisper so my father might hear. I attempted to shush her.
"Shhhh he has the ears of a hawk." (I was a little confused I think.)
Later we were all discussing what our first words were. My father said all of his children said Da-da for their first word. My sister said the reason was because we didn't have a mother. I informed that actually, we did. She kept denying it so I asked ...
"What, do you think Dad has some kind of secret uterus none of us know about?" (My father became slightly disturbed.)
Ariel and my father were playing pool because I had become fed up with my poor skills and decided to watch and learn. Ariel shot and put the cue ball in a horrible position for my father.
"Were you just born evil?" he asked. "No, I've just been hanging around Christina too much," she said without a missing a beat.
Lastly, Ariel trying to convince my sister to go out and feed the animals before it got dark.
"Boy, if I was a horse right now I sure would be hungry. I would be standing around waiting for someone to come feed me. I wouldn't be a happy horsey."
A Busy Busy Bee
Tuesday night - Capital 2007 Graduation.
Wednesday night - I made enchiladas for dinner.
Thursday night - I went to Ariel's and sorted through her old clothes. Then we went to my house and played pool.
Friday night - I came home from work (so glad that it's Friday) and realized I haven't blogged in a while.
The above are my excuses as to why you have not heard from me recently. Also, this entire week I was on the plugger with the yellow paint. It was depressing.
Wednesday night - I made enchiladas for dinner.
Thursday night - I went to Ariel's and sorted through her old clothes. Then we went to my house and played pool.
Friday night - I came home from work (so glad that it's Friday) and realized I haven't blogged in a while.
The above are my excuses as to why you have not heard from me recently. Also, this entire week I was on the plugger with the yellow paint. It was depressing.
Song of the Day
"Against The Wind" by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
Best line from the song:
"Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then"
Best line from the song:
"Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then"
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
An Amusing Obsession
Not one of mine, but one of Christina's. She is obsessed with my legs. It's not as creepy as it sounds, I just can't stand next to her when she's sitting if I'm wearing shorts. She always feels the need to poke my thigh right above my knee and laugh. When I stand my thigh muscle flexes and she finds it strangely amusing to poke it and say "Poke! ooh wow...poke!" Then just to amuse her more I flex the rest of my leg and she goes "OOH don't! Hehe, poke! You're leg muscles are so big!" I always just laugh and tell her she's silly. Then she'll say "no really, look...poke! See? Why are they so big? Poke poke poke." Sometimes she'll poke just to see how long it takes me to say "ouch." As you can imagine it doesn't usually take very long. I really don't mind, it's actually quite flattering because I don't think my legs are anything special. My favorite thing is when I walk by her and she pokes me really quickly and does her little girl giggle like she's so innocent. NOT.
More Bubble Baths
Unlike Christina, I'm not a big fan of bubble baths. They're boring, but right now I have no choice. My family decided to start remodeling our bathroom while I was away and it hasn't come very far. So, we don't have a shower right now, only a tub. The tub is excellent though. It is super deep and has jets! I hadn't tried the jets yet because I just didn't want to take the time, but today was the perfect day because it's my sister's graduation tonight and I felt it was the perfect time. Plus my mom got some bubble bath at Bath & Body Works too, so extra bonus. Regularly bubble baths are a little pathetic because there generally aren't many bubbles, but with jets it's amazing! Tons and tons of bubbles everywhere! I now appreciate bubble baths a little more. The only down side is that now between the smell of the bubble bath stuff, my shampoo, my bath & shower gel, and my lotion I smell like a pissy flower. Oh well.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
An Evil Sign and Bubble Bath
I celebrated Father's Day with my father today. I treated him to dinner at Red Lobster. The total came to such a number so that when I rounded the total to the nearest ten, the tip came to $6.66 - I hope the waitress (who apologized for everything and called me ma'am repeatedly) is not overly religious.
I also got him some bubble bath. Despite their usual associations with femininity, my father greatly enjoys bubble baths. I always have a tough time finding him manly scented bubble bath though. This year I went with Tranquil Mint from Bath & Body works.
I also ordered him the new Harry Potter book.
I also got him some bubble bath. Despite their usual associations with femininity, my father greatly enjoys bubble baths. I always have a tough time finding him manly scented bubble bath though. This year I went with Tranquil Mint from Bath & Body works.
I also ordered him the new Harry Potter book.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
His name is not Jeff
I hope at some point I run out of embarrassing work stories. For the time being they just keep coming. It's as if getting a random phone number, accidentally staring at someone's lazy eye, and being asked it I like paint fumes isn't enough. Oh no, this also had to happen:
The plant is very loud so everyone wears ear plugs. It's quite difficult to hear and nearly impossible to talk to each other on the floor. My machine jammed up so I called the millwright so he could come fix it. I called him on the little red phone on the post and said, "#8 has a plug stuck."
The millwright came and he fixed. As he was leaving he said, "By the way, I'm Jeff."
"O," I replied, "I'm Christina."
"No, I'm Jeff."
"I heard you, I'm Christina. Nice to meet you. Thanks for your help."
"No, I'm deaf."
That's right. He wasn't telling me his name at all, but rather trying to let me know he was deaf and his hearing aid didn't work well on the floor. When I call, he said just to say the plugger number, and not the problem. His real name, I am still not sure of.
Have someone say "I'm deaf" to you while wearing ear plugs and you will understand how it can easily be mistaken for "I'm Jeff."
The plant is very loud so everyone wears ear plugs. It's quite difficult to hear and nearly impossible to talk to each other on the floor. My machine jammed up so I called the millwright so he could come fix it. I called him on the little red phone on the post and said, "#8 has a plug stuck."
The millwright came and he fixed. As he was leaving he said, "By the way, I'm Jeff."
"O," I replied, "I'm Christina."
"No, I'm Jeff."
"I heard you, I'm Christina. Nice to meet you. Thanks for your help."
"No, I'm deaf."
That's right. He wasn't telling me his name at all, but rather trying to let me know he was deaf and his hearing aid didn't work well on the floor. When I call, he said just to say the plugger number, and not the problem. His real name, I am still not sure of.
Have someone say "I'm deaf" to you while wearing ear plugs and you will understand how it can easily be mistaken for "I'm Jeff."
I Ain't No Hollaback Girl
Borders was a frustrating experience in itself. As we were walking in I was trying to talk to Ali about wanting to become a Physicians Assistant but she kept interrupting me and as we were crossing the street, a truck started honking and the guys in the truck started hollering "Hey honey...nice ass!...hey hottie..."etc. I just kept walking like I always do and Ali flipped 'um the bird and started cussing them out like she always does. She's a hollaback girl.
I hate it when guys do that. It's something I don't' understand. I mean do they actually get women by degrading them to a meaningless "piece of ass"? Once you yell out your window at a woman I have lost all respect for you because you obviously have no respect for women. Are there really women that play into that? I also don't' understand because it wasn't like Ali (or I for that matter) was dressed up. I mean she had her hair in a ponytail, she was wearing old jeans, and a sweatshirt. It would have made more sense if she hadn't just gotten done with physical therapy and had been wearing nicer clothes, but seriously.
So anyway, then we walked in the store and started looking at the books on sale and I was still trying to talk to her about how I might switch to pre-med, but that was apparently not interesting or important enough because she kept making it about her life so I just gave up and let her talk about herself.
After I finally found my book I went to check out and accidentally dropped my Clean & Clear oily face fixer power stuff when I pulled out my wallet. And naturally when it hit the floor the powder shattered into a gazillion teeny tiny little pieces. Crap.
Usually going to bookstores is so pleasant.
I hate it when guys do that. It's something I don't' understand. I mean do they actually get women by degrading them to a meaningless "piece of ass"? Once you yell out your window at a woman I have lost all respect for you because you obviously have no respect for women. Are there really women that play into that? I also don't' understand because it wasn't like Ali (or I for that matter) was dressed up. I mean she had her hair in a ponytail, she was wearing old jeans, and a sweatshirt. It would have made more sense if she hadn't just gotten done with physical therapy and had been wearing nicer clothes, but seriously.
So anyway, then we walked in the store and started looking at the books on sale and I was still trying to talk to her about how I might switch to pre-med, but that was apparently not interesting or important enough because she kept making it about her life so I just gave up and let her talk about herself.
After I finally found my book I went to check out and accidentally dropped my Clean & Clear oily face fixer power stuff when I pulled out my wallet. And naturally when it hit the floor the powder shattered into a gazillion teeny tiny little pieces. Crap.
Usually going to bookstores is so pleasant.
A Morning of Frustration
Today my sister dragged me to Olympia with her. I was not happy. She was in a car accident a month or two ago and needs physical therapy for her back. So, last night she walks up to me and asks "do you want to go to physical therapy with me tomorrow morning, then to Capital, then to the Verizon store?"
"No," I replied flatly and honestly.
"Yes you do," my mom informed me.
The truth was that I really didn't want to go. Why would I? Her therapy was at 8:40 in the morning and I was going to be tired and my allergies were going to be killing me as usual, and I was going to have to sit in a cold medical office, and then wait for her in the car while she ran while she ran in to the school where she would undoubtedly run in to one of her friends and chat up a storm while I waited in the car, and then sit and wait for her in the Verizon store. On top of all this she'd probably be chatting and texting on her phone the whole time anyway, so what did she need me for? Sounds like Boresville to me.
And what do ya know, I was right. The morning started badly. I had tossed and turned all night, my allergies were indeed bad, I got up late and therefore didn't have enough time to get ready so I had to put my makeup on in the car, and I didn't have enough time to pour a cup of coffee. I was pissed.
We left the house at 8:05. I sat silently in the car while Ali sang and told me stories that I had already heard at least once before. Luckily, the therapy office was located right next door to the clinic. When we got there I announced that I was going to walk over to the clinic. "But we're going there after," Ali said. "Well, I'm going now." I didn't need to go in there with her. I'd have to sit alone anyway.
I walked to the clinic and sat down at the empty station next to my mom's. "Why am I here," I whimpered.
"Ahh my poor baby. For moral support," she answered.
I rolled my eyes because we both knew that Ali would have never come with me if I was the one in physical therapy. After a few minutes mom's doctor poked her head around the corner and asked, "are you hanging around for today?"
"Just until Ali is done with physical therapy next door."
"So, why are you here then?"
"I don't know."
"I understand," she chuckled.
A while later Ali showed up and we went to get coffee, thank God. Then we went to the mall.
Going there actually turned out to be convenient because I had somethings to take care of at the mall. When we got to the Verizon store though it was packed. This made no sense because it was 10 in the morning on a week day. Why weren't these people at work? Anyway, we decided to go to Target (new stop) and then come back. On our way to Target to get Thank You cards I convinced her to let me stop by Borders too...
"Can I run in to Borders really quick, please?"
"Sure, why?"
"Um...to get a book..."
"Oh, okay."
We went to Target, Borders, Verizon and then decided finally to go home. We were about halfway home when Ali said we needed to run to her guy friend's house to pick of some stuff she left in his truck. "No," I protested. I knew if we went to his house we would have to stay and chat for a while and I don't really like the kid, so naturally I didn't want to go to his house. I wanted to go home. After some arguing she agreed to just come home. Thank God.
When we got home I put my things in my room, then started to do the dishes because I can't stand a dirty kitchen. By doing the dishes I don't starting the dishwasher...I am the dishwasher. Anyway, as soon as I finished the dishes I wiped down the stove top and the counters, then cleaned Diego's bowl. As I was leaving the kitchen to put him back in this spot Ali walks past me with a stack of dishes and sets them in my newly emptied sink. My jaw dropped in amazement and I looked at her with a "what the hell?" look on my face. Seriously, doing the dishes is not a quiet job. So, why would you wait until I was done to bring in more? "These aren't even mine," she declared in response to the look on my face. "SO," I screamed in my head. Then she took out a pot I had just washed and started making something to eat. I had to leave. I sat outside for about 5 hours, too scared to come back in and see the mess she had most likely made. It all seems silly now, but at the time I felt so trapped.
"No," I replied flatly and honestly.
"Yes you do," my mom informed me.
The truth was that I really didn't want to go. Why would I? Her therapy was at 8:40 in the morning and I was going to be tired and my allergies were going to be killing me as usual, and I was going to have to sit in a cold medical office, and then wait for her in the car while she ran while she ran in to the school where she would undoubtedly run in to one of her friends and chat up a storm while I waited in the car, and then sit and wait for her in the Verizon store. On top of all this she'd probably be chatting and texting on her phone the whole time anyway, so what did she need me for? Sounds like Boresville to me.
And what do ya know, I was right. The morning started badly. I had tossed and turned all night, my allergies were indeed bad, I got up late and therefore didn't have enough time to get ready so I had to put my makeup on in the car, and I didn't have enough time to pour a cup of coffee. I was pissed.
We left the house at 8:05. I sat silently in the car while Ali sang and told me stories that I had already heard at least once before. Luckily, the therapy office was located right next door to the clinic. When we got there I announced that I was going to walk over to the clinic. "But we're going there after," Ali said. "Well, I'm going now." I didn't need to go in there with her. I'd have to sit alone anyway.
I walked to the clinic and sat down at the empty station next to my mom's. "Why am I here," I whimpered.
"Ahh my poor baby. For moral support," she answered.
I rolled my eyes because we both knew that Ali would have never come with me if I was the one in physical therapy. After a few minutes mom's doctor poked her head around the corner and asked, "are you hanging around for today?"
"Just until Ali is done with physical therapy next door."
"So, why are you here then?"
"I don't know."
"I understand," she chuckled.
A while later Ali showed up and we went to get coffee, thank God. Then we went to the mall.
Going there actually turned out to be convenient because I had somethings to take care of at the mall. When we got to the Verizon store though it was packed. This made no sense because it was 10 in the morning on a week day. Why weren't these people at work? Anyway, we decided to go to Target (new stop) and then come back. On our way to Target to get Thank You cards I convinced her to let me stop by Borders too...
"Can I run in to Borders really quick, please?"
"Sure, why?"
"Um...to get a book..."
"Oh, okay."
We went to Target, Borders, Verizon and then decided finally to go home. We were about halfway home when Ali said we needed to run to her guy friend's house to pick of some stuff she left in his truck. "No," I protested. I knew if we went to his house we would have to stay and chat for a while and I don't really like the kid, so naturally I didn't want to go to his house. I wanted to go home. After some arguing she agreed to just come home. Thank God.
When we got home I put my things in my room, then started to do the dishes because I can't stand a dirty kitchen. By doing the dishes I don't starting the dishwasher...I am the dishwasher. Anyway, as soon as I finished the dishes I wiped down the stove top and the counters, then cleaned Diego's bowl. As I was leaving the kitchen to put him back in this spot Ali walks past me with a stack of dishes and sets them in my newly emptied sink. My jaw dropped in amazement and I looked at her with a "what the hell?" look on my face. Seriously, doing the dishes is not a quiet job. So, why would you wait until I was done to bring in more? "These aren't even mine," she declared in response to the look on my face. "SO," I screamed in my head. Then she took out a pot I had just washed and started making something to eat. I had to leave. I sat outside for about 5 hours, too scared to come back in and see the mess she had most likely made. It all seems silly now, but at the time I felt so trapped.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
A Special Mind Set
There is one, and only one, part of the job I look forward to every day. It is the only task I derive real enjoyment from. After I finish plugging a stack of wood, I get to replace it with another stack. I then have to mark the new stack so that the grader (who sorts the wood after I plug it) knows which sheets came from my stack. I mark the wood by spray painting two corners.
After tapping my foot for two hours, the chance to step down and spray paint something is a welcome relief. My favorite paint to use is the silver. The worst color is the yellow because you can't even see it on the wood so you might not as well spray paint the wood at all.
It's a good day for me at work when I get to use the silver paint. It's a not so good day when I have to use the yellow paint. In the world of plywood making, there is little to derive enjoyment from.
I decided to briefly tell the grader how much I look forward to my brief spray painting moments. He looked at me with a straight face and said, "Why do you like it so much? Is it because of the fumes?"
I silently shook my head and went back to work. I recounted the tale to my father and he said I just have to get used to that kind of mind set in my particular work place. In the future I think I'll just plug and keep my comments to myself.
After tapping my foot for two hours, the chance to step down and spray paint something is a welcome relief. My favorite paint to use is the silver. The worst color is the yellow because you can't even see it on the wood so you might not as well spray paint the wood at all.
It's a good day for me at work when I get to use the silver paint. It's a not so good day when I have to use the yellow paint. In the world of plywood making, there is little to derive enjoyment from.
I decided to briefly tell the grader how much I look forward to my brief spray painting moments. He looked at me with a straight face and said, "Why do you like it so much? Is it because of the fumes?"
I silently shook my head and went back to work. I recounted the tale to my father and he said I just have to get used to that kind of mind set in my particular work place. In the future I think I'll just plug and keep my comments to myself.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Gallbladder = Water Heater
I always have the hardest time remembering what the gallbladder does. It seems pointless to me because I think your liver should just send the bile to your intestines instead of having it sit in your gallbladder making gallstones. So, my mom and I were talking it out trying to find a way for me to remember. Here's what we came up with...imagine the sink = your intestines, the water heater = your gallbladder, and the well = your liver. There is a chain, a process, an order things have to go in. I laughed about it because I will never think about my sink the same way, but it actually helped. Sure enough during my test one of the questions was something like "what is the primary function of the gallbladder" and I knew it. Genius.
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