Oh, I must give a shout-out to the local Social Security Admin office. We went in today to get a print out of Hubby's disability income for the taxes, and after a wait of only 20 minutes in the crowded office, our business took less than a minute. Hubby had asked if my Nook was fully charged before we went in, just in case we'd be there a while.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Damn it. Well, I've found another use for my tax refund: while I was doing laundry on Monday, someone slipped into my garage and stole my toolbox.
So I'm off to Home Despot to buy yet another box, hammers, wrenches, screwdrivers...
Fuckers.
while I was doing laundry on Monday, someone slipped into my garage and stole my toolbox.
OH man, that sucks!! I hope it was at least just "regular" tools that can be replaced by buying some kind of "here's a pre-stocked toolbox!" and not special ones that have to each be re-bought separately!
Aw, crap, Consuela, that makes me so mad!
If you go into an Old Navy and feel like you have been forced to chit chat with an employee, it is because they have to have a "genuine conversation" with their customers. WTF?
Hells no.
There's a (nice) kid who just started working at the coffee shop I go to in the morning and I swear I scan to see who's at the register before I go in. I can handle "have a good weekend". "Doing anything exciting this weekend?" is crossing a line. You are not my friend. Go away.
Also I may have come this close to punching one of the (several) girls at Lush the other day. "Where did you fall in love with Lush?!?"
Aw, fuckity-hell, Suela!
Do you have a tools wish list? My dad's business often has bunches of extra free or steeply discounted tool-related objects floating around (I'd be shocked, for instance, if I couldn't snag you at least a couple of 6-in-1s at the very least), and every once in a blue moon he'll just hand something to me and say, "We have too many of these. Please do me a favor and take this home."
someone slipped into my garage and stole my toolbox.
That would make me insane. Okay, more insane. I have a lot of tools, though. I probably have a tool problem. I have three hammers and three regular pliers and half the time I can't find any of them.
I have now snuck a drawing of Kavan Smith making out with a pony-tailed woman into a program I'm working on to illustrate the vocabulary word "kiss." We'll see if it passes muster or if the clients want things cartoonized to the point that the likeness isn't recognizable.
Marking drunken monkeys post for later watching.
Jilli, I kinda don't get it. Is it a Beetlejuice thing?
Dear workplace,
So you can't get your shit together to get me a decent cell phone, but you won't reimburse me for the use of my personal phone this past few weeks? Okay, how about I stop answering all work texts, calls, and emails on my personal phone then.
No love,
me
I don't mind chatty store folks. They have a thankless and mind-numbing job. If they are being genuinely friendly, that's cool. If they are being friendly because their overlords force them to, well, I usually say something like "You must get tired of saying the same thing to people all day." which often gets a genuine response.