The most disgusting bug I have ever seen tried to crawl in under the front door last night. I don't even know what it was.
Oliver wouldn't stop scratching at the door, so I went to see what his problem was and could see feelers of some kind twitching in under the door, which does not fit right in the frame. It creeped me out, a lot. I went and got the Raid, which is supposed to keep things out of the house and which I had sprayed liberally around the front door a few weeks ago. Then I opened the door, and this thing fell in. It looked like a worm with spikes, and it was writhing.
Oliver was fascinated. I was less so. I sprayed the threshold a lot and sprayed the thing and then I used the ice scraper sitting by the front door (don't ask) to fling the thing a good four or five feet. UGH GROSS ICK BLECH
I need a new door that fits. Of course, I need a new lots of things and have no money for any of it, so it all has to wait. In the meantime, I need a thicker kind of tape for my makeshift seal on the bottom of the front door. Maybe a cute color of duct tape. Oliver claws through the packing tape I use now.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
I'm pretty sure I went to high school with boys like these guys...
I did hit the top 20. I did not win. Also, this blog is really bland. Too much blue.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
This
plus this
equals this
SIGH. Unbelievably, there is minimal damage. There's a dent just above the tire and the sideview mirror frame is scraped. There's a minuscule ding in the driver's door and a wee scrape on the windshield. Also, there was no mail in the cage so nothing got lost, no one was hurt and no other vehicles were damaged. It could have been a lot worse. And the post office will pay to get it fixed, which I don't expect to cost a huge amount since the damage is so minor. Still, I have to go get three estimates and then wait for them to approve it, and then clean out my car so I'm not mortified to take it in to get fixed, and then actually get it fixed. It's a hassle.
So there's that, and also I see a root canal in my immediate future, given the excruciating pain that comes and goes in my teeth. And today I caught my high heels on a step at church and went down. Not hard, and I came away with a bad scrape on my elbow (eww carpet burn) and one on the top of my left foot.
This is not my week.
plus thisequals this
SIGH. Unbelievably, there is minimal damage. There's a dent just above the tire and the sideview mirror frame is scraped. There's a minuscule ding in the driver's door and a wee scrape on the windshield. Also, there was no mail in the cage so nothing got lost, no one was hurt and no other vehicles were damaged. It could have been a lot worse. And the post office will pay to get it fixed, which I don't expect to cost a huge amount since the damage is so minor. Still, I have to go get three estimates and then wait for them to approve it, and then clean out my car so I'm not mortified to take it in to get fixed, and then actually get it fixed. It's a hassle.
So there's that, and also I see a root canal in my immediate future, given the excruciating pain that comes and goes in my teeth. And today I caught my high heels on a step at church and went down. Not hard, and I came away with a bad scrape on my elbow (eww carpet burn) and one on the top of my left foot.
This is not my week.
Monday, March 28, 2011
It's after 1:30 am and I'm still awake, recording samples to make a demo CD that will hopefully lead to another job. Which could mean moving to Michigan, I don't know. I've got some good ones so far, and hopefully these last few won't sound as though I'm half-asleep. Or drugged.
I spent most of last week home in my PJs. It was wonderful, and going back to work yesterday (well, Saturday) was one of the hardest things I've done in quite awhile. Fortunately I don't go back until Tuesday. Fortunately I'm on my favorite route all week. I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with the laziness, and the excuses, and the passive aggressive bullshit. The attitude that "hey, since my job is secure, I don't have to actually do anything. I'll do the absolute least amount of work I can possibly get away with." We seriously have two guys there who are essentially being paid to stand around and drink coffee or energy drinks all day, in between their breaks and lunch. It's ludicrous. And no one cares, because there's nothing anyone can (or will) do about it. I wasn't raised to be that way. I watched my dad's hard work growing up. I learned that if you're going to do something, do your best and do it right. I learned that anything less than a full day's work for a full day's pay is dishonest. When I left the house to go to work, my dad would always say "be a hard worker". And I've managed to fall into an industry where the union has created an environment that fosters the exact opposite attitude. And it frustrates me no end.
The postmaster loves me. Probably in part because I actually work hard and do my job. He also seems to get a kick out of my sarcasm and snark, but that's a different story. He made me promise to stay until he retires. In 2016. He said once that if he ever transferred I was going with him. I started in a different office years ago, and after I had quit to finish my degree (it's impossible to get a history degree with a full-time day job) my boss up north hired my brother because he was my brother. And because he had learned from our parents to be a hard worker, he didn't let me down. My boss told my dad once that if any of his other kids needed a job, he'd love to hire them. Because of my work ethic, and my brother's work ethic.
I went back to the post office after graduating. When I put in for a transfer, the postmaster called that old boss because he knew from my records where I'd worked, and the two of them were friends. He said "Tell me about this Joslyn - should I take her on?" My boss said - direct quote - "Oh hell yes!"
Two of the greatest - possibly the greatest - compliments I've ever received. And now I'm working with union people who go out of their way - and frequently create more work for themselves in the process - just to not do their jobs completely or correctly.
It's driving me crazy. I tell my few friends there at work that this job has broken my give-a-damn. I wish that were actually true. I'm getting there.
I spent most of last week home in my PJs. It was wonderful, and going back to work yesterday (well, Saturday) was one of the hardest things I've done in quite awhile. Fortunately I don't go back until Tuesday. Fortunately I'm on my favorite route all week. I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with the laziness, and the excuses, and the passive aggressive bullshit. The attitude that "hey, since my job is secure, I don't have to actually do anything. I'll do the absolute least amount of work I can possibly get away with." We seriously have two guys there who are essentially being paid to stand around and drink coffee or energy drinks all day, in between their breaks and lunch. It's ludicrous. And no one cares, because there's nothing anyone can (or will) do about it. I wasn't raised to be that way. I watched my dad's hard work growing up. I learned that if you're going to do something, do your best and do it right. I learned that anything less than a full day's work for a full day's pay is dishonest. When I left the house to go to work, my dad would always say "be a hard worker". And I've managed to fall into an industry where the union has created an environment that fosters the exact opposite attitude. And it frustrates me no end.
The postmaster loves me. Probably in part because I actually work hard and do my job. He also seems to get a kick out of my sarcasm and snark, but that's a different story. He made me promise to stay until he retires. In 2016. He said once that if he ever transferred I was going with him. I started in a different office years ago, and after I had quit to finish my degree (it's impossible to get a history degree with a full-time day job) my boss up north hired my brother because he was my brother. And because he had learned from our parents to be a hard worker, he didn't let me down. My boss told my dad once that if any of his other kids needed a job, he'd love to hire them. Because of my work ethic, and my brother's work ethic.
I went back to the post office after graduating. When I put in for a transfer, the postmaster called that old boss because he knew from my records where I'd worked, and the two of them were friends. He said "Tell me about this Joslyn - should I take her on?" My boss said - direct quote - "Oh hell yes!"
Two of the greatest - possibly the greatest - compliments I've ever received. And now I'm working with union people who go out of their way - and frequently create more work for themselves in the process - just to not do their jobs completely or correctly.
It's driving me crazy. I tell my few friends there at work that this job has broken my give-a-damn. I wish that were actually true. I'm getting there.
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