Thought I'd pop in and blog about what a weird month it's been. On the 16th I got a parking ticket! This is a slightly big deal for me. I'm 31 years old and the last ticket I had was when I was 18. Come on, I was 18 in New Orleans..and btw I never paid it. So either I have some random warrant in the state of Louisiana or the hurricane has totallly wiped that clear for me. That's not important.
We parked downtown so we could get out of the house and have a fun day for all three of us. This parking lot used to be free for all day use. Apparently I missed the memo, not to mention the tiny signs that proclaimed it a 2 hour lot. So we come beebopping back to the truck and I see that little yellow paper stuck under the windshield wiper.
"What the hell is this?"
Of course I then proceed to look around me as if the information genie is going to pop up and say 'hello friend you're mistaken, that can't be for you'....well it is and that's when I notice the tiny signs. Figures.
Yesterday was errand running day. I needed to go to the postoffice first. The parking lot can look fairly empty but everytime I go inside there is always a long line to stand in. I figure there are two reasons for this.
ONE: Everyone decides they will carpool. That means for every car in the parking lot there must be 3 or more people inside that all rode together. If that is the case then by all means they should have at least 2 or more packages that need to go over seas, have tracking, insurance or any number of add-ons that you could possibly get for a package.
TWO: If there are 7 service windows then only two people are working the counter. The other 5 people must have car pooled to lunch. Most likely though, they are on uncoordinated breaks, this IS a government run facility. (I am not knocking the government hardcore, I just find it silly. Besides my dad works for the government, which is why I find it so silly)
The customers in line with me however never find these things amusing or silly. If they aren't looking put out then there are always the comments "why can't they get more people to run these desks?" "Why can't so and so write her label correctly the first time?" "Why can't he buy his stamps at the kiosk out in the lobby?" Always with the whining..well let's think. Maybe the others are on break or it's their day off (it's thursday anyway, do you need a full staff during the week?)...maybe she didn't realize that she needed tracking on her package and now has to re-write it....maybe he only has cash for stamps, the little machine only takes plastic (I've looked). Who cares!? Whining about it or making the sour face is NOT going to get you up to the front faster.
The next thing on the list was go pay the utility bill. Usually I drop it off the night before but I forgot. That means I actually have to go inside to pay. This was new for me. Surprise! More people inside than out. I had to take a little number, like the ones you pull off at the DMV and then pick a space of wall to lean against. Just like the DMV there are approximately 5 chairs for a dozen people. Surprise Again! There are about 6 service windows and only 2 tellers. Hmm maybe they also rode with the postal workers to lunch. Super Surprise!! The older gentleman who came in behind me (I'm about 5 tickets away from being called) starts whining and bitching about the lack of employees. Really? must you? Maybe he shouldn't have forgotten to turn his bill in the night before..or even better, bought stamps with his credit card and mailed it five days ago, that would have been waaay faster. I'm secrectly amused of course because all I can hear in my head is my dad saying "Some people would bitch if you hung them with a new rope" I love you dad!
Last on the agenda for errands was pay that stupid parking ticket!
Way more cars in the parking lot, I guess no one wants to carpool to court lol! I'm ready for security to check me out at the metal detector..he looks like he's missed the carpool to lunch, yikes! Time to stand briefly against the wall again. The only chair is occupied by a very pregnant woman who looks like she might pass out or give birth any second. Finally at the window I hand over my little ticket. The cashier can't find me in the ticket file behind her. She then goes and checks another file box, no dice. Looking annoyed she looks me up on the computer, Bingo! Now I have to sign a piece of paper that states that I'm pleading Guilty and paying the fine. I'm thinking to myself 'how would someone go about pleading Not Guilty to a parking ticket?' While I'm doing this SURPRISE! someone behind me is obviously mad that I'm taking too long or that there is only one open cashier...give it a rest people, seriously. SO I s l o w l y put my reciept back in my wallet, pause and wish the girl a good day and then leave.
Pause today and take a deep breath...some things matter and the rest..well they don't ( and if you didn't give yourself enough time to run your errands quit bitching, it's your fault!)
Tyger
Friday, June 24, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Zap! and a lot of wet kittehs...
Ok so this week has been nothing short of interesting. Tuesday my dad calls and says his air conditioner has broken for a couple days and he wants to pick my brain. Hey this is right up my alley, this is exactly what I'm going to school for! Yay I can help! So we narrow it down on the phone to the condenser fan motor.
"I'll go get another one tomorrow after work and maybe you can come over and help" he says.
"Sure, no sweat!" I'm still chipper and kinda excited. Wednesday rolls around and he picks me up from work with a ghetto drawing of what the motor looked like before he popped it off and got another one. WTF?! This drawing, and I'm using the term loosely, looks like a kindergarten picture except it's not done in crayon.
"I had a hard time tracing this all out and my glasses kept trying to fall off, I hate getting old etc etc.."
"Dad I don't understand this picture at all"
"Just wait til you get there and see it cause I can't explain it, this system is older than dirt I swear"
Well he wasn't joking about that. The whole thing looked like the first settlers had installed it! So it's 94 degrees out and I'm sweating balls trying to trace all these screwed up wires so we can put the motor on correctly.
Test one: One of my wires crossed and ZAP we blew a fuse...well that's easy enough. Drink more gatorade and wipe sweat out of my eyes. Double check wires.
Test two: The new motor fires up fine but the fan is turning the wrong direction. Ok no problem, that's easy to fix as well.
Test three: Everything starts up and works perfectly. Right about then I feel a mix between proud and heat exhaustion but mostly proud. Dad is thrilled and happy because he won't have to sweat himself to sleep anymore. He beams at me and tells my step mom that I fixed it. Well yeah but I cheated and had last semesters notes to referr to :)
Thursday-- My mom has told us to wake up early so we can drive to go see a show at a tourist spot an hour away. Sounds cool so I wake Panther and Oscelot up at 6am so we all can go eat breakfast before we leave town. My mom is late picking us up! This is a big deal. Never, never, and I mean never is she tardy to anything. In fact the last time I was supposed to do something with her and showed up a little late she ended up crying and saying how I probably didn't want to even spend time with her. Now my mom is neither as crazy as Panthers or as uncaring as Oscelots and that's why I was totally surprised by this. All she had to say about it was "oops, I don't know what I was thinking haha" Huh, well alrighty then.
We make it to the show just fine. It was called The Amazing Pet Show. I thought it was a hoot. The coolest part in the whole thing were the trained house cats. They would walk tight ropes and balance beams and roll over and do all sorts of neat tricks. Why can't my kids be as cool? They don't do tricks, they get into trouble and basically the only really good trick they are good at is taking naps!
Which brings me to tonight...KITTY BATH TIME! Now this only happens once a year in the spring time when all the winter coat is nasty and shedding everywhere. Thank heavens this only happens once a year. We have 5 cute kids, yes I said 5, and this year was Little Man and Evelyn's first time. One by one we rounded them up..Panther insisted on taking a before and after shot of each of them. I guess why not add insult to injury, right? Needless to say its a family affair, lots of struggling, yowling and trying to claw our eyes out. Everyone ends up wet and miserable looking. My little princess Delylah (my baby and queen bee of the house) even showed her disdain of me personally. I sat down on the couch and looked over at her and told her I was sorry and asked her if she felt a little better now that she was clean. She climbed up on the couch and right in front of me pooped on a stack of clean underwear that I had folded last night! I couldn't believe it! In the past Delylah has peed on Panther's clothes to show her that she wasn't welcome (that stopped after she figured out Panther was not going anywhere) and every once in a while she will pee on a stack of DIRTY laundry if I don't wash it right away ( I swear she might be OCD a little). Bold as brass..I swear if she could have flipped me off while doing it she would have.
Well it's past my bedtime...gotta go--Tyger
"I'll go get another one tomorrow after work and maybe you can come over and help" he says.
"Sure, no sweat!" I'm still chipper and kinda excited. Wednesday rolls around and he picks me up from work with a ghetto drawing of what the motor looked like before he popped it off and got another one. WTF?! This drawing, and I'm using the term loosely, looks like a kindergarten picture except it's not done in crayon.
"I had a hard time tracing this all out and my glasses kept trying to fall off, I hate getting old etc etc.."
"Dad I don't understand this picture at all"
"Just wait til you get there and see it cause I can't explain it, this system is older than dirt I swear"
Well he wasn't joking about that. The whole thing looked like the first settlers had installed it! So it's 94 degrees out and I'm sweating balls trying to trace all these screwed up wires so we can put the motor on correctly.
Test one: One of my wires crossed and ZAP we blew a fuse...well that's easy enough. Drink more gatorade and wipe sweat out of my eyes. Double check wires.
Test two: The new motor fires up fine but the fan is turning the wrong direction. Ok no problem, that's easy to fix as well.
Test three: Everything starts up and works perfectly. Right about then I feel a mix between proud and heat exhaustion but mostly proud. Dad is thrilled and happy because he won't have to sweat himself to sleep anymore. He beams at me and tells my step mom that I fixed it. Well yeah but I cheated and had last semesters notes to referr to :)
Thursday-- My mom has told us to wake up early so we can drive to go see a show at a tourist spot an hour away. Sounds cool so I wake Panther and Oscelot up at 6am so we all can go eat breakfast before we leave town. My mom is late picking us up! This is a big deal. Never, never, and I mean never is she tardy to anything. In fact the last time I was supposed to do something with her and showed up a little late she ended up crying and saying how I probably didn't want to even spend time with her. Now my mom is neither as crazy as Panthers or as uncaring as Oscelots and that's why I was totally surprised by this. All she had to say about it was "oops, I don't know what I was thinking haha" Huh, well alrighty then.
We make it to the show just fine. It was called The Amazing Pet Show. I thought it was a hoot. The coolest part in the whole thing were the trained house cats. They would walk tight ropes and balance beams and roll over and do all sorts of neat tricks. Why can't my kids be as cool? They don't do tricks, they get into trouble and basically the only really good trick they are good at is taking naps!
Which brings me to tonight...KITTY BATH TIME! Now this only happens once a year in the spring time when all the winter coat is nasty and shedding everywhere. Thank heavens this only happens once a year. We have 5 cute kids, yes I said 5, and this year was Little Man and Evelyn's first time. One by one we rounded them up..Panther insisted on taking a before and after shot of each of them. I guess why not add insult to injury, right? Needless to say its a family affair, lots of struggling, yowling and trying to claw our eyes out. Everyone ends up wet and miserable looking. My little princess Delylah (my baby and queen bee of the house) even showed her disdain of me personally. I sat down on the couch and looked over at her and told her I was sorry and asked her if she felt a little better now that she was clean. She climbed up on the couch and right in front of me pooped on a stack of clean underwear that I had folded last night! I couldn't believe it! In the past Delylah has peed on Panther's clothes to show her that she wasn't welcome (that stopped after she figured out Panther was not going anywhere) and every once in a while she will pee on a stack of DIRTY laundry if I don't wash it right away ( I swear she might be OCD a little). Bold as brass..I swear if she could have flipped me off while doing it she would have.
Well it's past my bedtime...gotta go--Tyger
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Drop it like it's hot?
Today everyone is officially "Drop Things Day"...Why? Lets see:
5:36 a.m.---the opening server at the Happy Waffle, Indian Head, tries to replace the 5 gallon bag of milk in the machine. The nipple pops off, spraying milk all over her, the counter, and the floor. What a mess to clean up right before we open...time to get the mop bucket and towels. I felt bad because I had way too many things to do to help and the fact that she had to call and wake up her boyfriend so he could bring her a new shirt.
6:12 a.m --Kitchen Boss drops the poach egg pot which had just started boiling. Lucky for him he didn't get splashed..hmmm where did that mop go??
7:45ish--Right before Twin is supposed to clock on I dropped a bag of hashbrowns and it breaks open all over the line..no mop just a broom this time.
9:00 to about 11---Oatmeal dropped onto Twin's hand (ouch). Dishwasher drops a coffee cup which bounces off the rubber mat twice and THEN breaks (that was kinda cool looking). One customer dropped her baby as I was going to the drink station to get a soda (holding back a chuckle at this point because neither a mop or towels are going to help).
12:52--Almost time for me to go (it's my early out day) I splash bacon grease on my finger and drop a nice little cuss word loud enough for Botox Boss to shush me...at this point in the day I just wanted everyone to drop dead!
Finally this day is dropping off into history and hopefully, please let it be....no repeats!
Later--Tyger
5:36 a.m.---the opening server at the Happy Waffle, Indian Head, tries to replace the 5 gallon bag of milk in the machine. The nipple pops off, spraying milk all over her, the counter, and the floor. What a mess to clean up right before we open...time to get the mop bucket and towels. I felt bad because I had way too many things to do to help and the fact that she had to call and wake up her boyfriend so he could bring her a new shirt.
6:12 a.m --Kitchen Boss drops the poach egg pot which had just started boiling. Lucky for him he didn't get splashed..hmmm where did that mop go??
7:45ish--Right before Twin is supposed to clock on I dropped a bag of hashbrowns and it breaks open all over the line..no mop just a broom this time.
9:00 to about 11---Oatmeal dropped onto Twin's hand (ouch). Dishwasher drops a coffee cup which bounces off the rubber mat twice and THEN breaks (that was kinda cool looking). One customer dropped her baby as I was going to the drink station to get a soda (holding back a chuckle at this point because neither a mop or towels are going to help).
12:52--Almost time for me to go (it's my early out day) I splash bacon grease on my finger and drop a nice little cuss word loud enough for Botox Boss to shush me...at this point in the day I just wanted everyone to drop dead!
Finally this day is dropping off into history and hopefully, please let it be....no repeats!
Later--Tyger
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