Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Sox vs Yanks

BossMan is slightly wicked. He put a Boston Red Sox sticker on one of the company vans and then had the temp employee from New York drive it around town running errands. Luckily, the New Yorker has a sense of humor.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Hearing Protection

I told y'all a while back about the shed my bosses have on the property that got damaged by the garbage truck. Well, they've got their handyman/carpenter friend on the job, and not only did he straighten (with the clever use of comealongs and trees) and reinforce the frame, he's turning the building into quite the cozy studio for Boss Lady.

The other day, he was using a benchtop planer to dimension some lumber, and I noticed that he wasn't wearing hearing protection. I had to go out to ask him to move his truck anyway, so while I was there I asked him if the screaming noise of the planer bothered him. "Aw, nah," he said, "I just turn off my hearing aids and I can't hear a thing."

Proof that deafness can be a blessing, I suppose.

Monday, September 11, 2017


Grandparent Update: Just as I was about to call her, my grandmother sent me an email saying they're fine and had no damage. *whew*

In other news...

The bosses' son injured his back a few days ago, so he's not doing any of the heavy lifting he usually does. He's also suddenly become concerned about everybody else's backs, so when he saw me lifting two soup bins (combined about 45 lbs.) and carrying them from one end of the building to the other, he said something about hoping I didn't hurt my back, too. I came back with, "I'm a former Teamster, pumpkin, my back doesn't break!"

Once everyone within earshot recovered from their laughter, I got a high-five from his girlfriend. She then decided that she needs to start calling him "pumpkin." I'm not sure if this makes me a bad influence or a good one.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Why I Am Worried Tonight


They're far enough inland that I'm not worried about flooding (also, their development has decent flood mitigation in place), but the wind... that's another story. My grandparents live in this:

...and that picture is ten years old, meaning those trees are a lot bigger now. One of them comes down the wrong way, and half the house is gone.

I can do nothing but wait and hope.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


So I'm doing my shipping thing at work today, and a coworker is in the next room washing buckets, and suddenly I hear, "ohhHHH GOD!!!," and the sound of her taking some sort of evasive action. I go investigate, and she tells me there's a "huge" spider, "the size of an orange," in the sink.

Having just returned from the land of banana spiders, whose wingspan is the size of a small orange, I'm looking for something pretty impressive, and what do I find?

Remember Spot, my temporary shop assistant with anger management issues? This was Spot's cousin. Barely an inch long, utterly terrified, and completely harmless. I found a jar, nudged the spider into it, and relocated the wee beastie outdoors.

A few minutes later, another coworker comes up to the first one and asks her to kill a wasp in Production, which doesn't phase her one bit, even when she only stuns it and it manages to sting her on the boob before she thoroughly smushes it.

I don't understand people. But we all had something to chuckle about for the rest of the day.

Monday, September 4, 2017


My sister and I both tend to listen to music almost constantly when we're at home, but our tastes don't overlap enough for us to be able to agree on a radio station when we travel, so we end up getting a few catchy songs stuck in our heads and then "torture" the other with whatever earworm is in play. On our Florida trip (which was lovely, and I'll tell y'all more about it soon), we had snippets of things like The Hustle, "America" from West Side Story, and the song from an old flash animation called Little Red Monkey stuck in our heads. We were both getting sick of those after a while, so I shoved my brain onto another track... and started humming the waltz from Die Fledermaus. My sister's brain was right there with me, so for the last two days of the trip, we'd find ourselves driving down some highway or other in Florida, loudly "singing" Strauss to keep ourselves amused.

We're weird, and it's wonderful.

Sunday, August 27, 2017


Friday evening, I got a call from my sister. She was in a lot of pain, running a fever, and about to go to the hospital. Her GP thought it might be pancreatitis. I threw some clothes and some knitting in an overnight bag and drove down to her house, where I did some chores for her and played with her cats while waiting for news from the friend who was with her.

The doctors determined that it's a kidney infection, pumped some industrial-strength antibiotics into her, and sent her home with a prescription for more antibiotics. By that time it was 1am, and we'd already decided that I was spending the night, both because I was too tired to drive back to Vermont, and because she was still in a lot of pain.

My sister is buying a house, and had scheduled two inspections for Saturday. The pain from the infection was bad enough that she didn't feel comfortable driving, but she could keep the appointments if I played chauffeur, so that's what we did. She treated me to lunch at one of my favorite BBQ restaurants to thank me.

By the time I got her back to the house and tucked in with her antibiotics and painkillers, I needed to head back to Vermont, so I left her with instructions to call me if things took a turn for the worse, and I motored north. I got home a little after 7pm and immediately crawled into bed and passed out from exhaustion.

The emotional stress of all that had me a little sluggish this morning, so it was around noon that I finally got up the energy to get some chores going... and the power went out. It stayed out for four hours. Everything I needed to do today required electricity, with the exception of trimming some branches in the yard, which took all of five minutes.

So now I'm playing catch-up on laundry and dishes and sewing and emails while also gearing up for what will be two exceptionally busy days at work before I head to Florida for the rest of the week. I feel like the universe is punishing me for something, but I can't figure out what.