Monday Morning Crash

My coffee pot is set to finish making the coffee at the time I'm ready to walk out the door. I put the pot (a thermos) into a little carry all I have and take it to work with me. Yes, I drink the whole pot.

This morning, I dropped the damn thing. A pot of coffee into the carpet - laced with little glass shards. The lid could have been on a light tighter. But, wow, it didn't take much to shatter that sucker. Great way to start the week.

About a month ago - actually almost exactly a month ago, I called to order a backup thermos carafe. They were out but said they would send as soon as they got some in. This morning I called and got this really nice lady who was appropriately sympathetic to my plight. She found my old order and said that it was shipped last Tuesday so it should actually be here today. And I ordered another - backup.

In my skewed logic, if I have a backup, the chances of breaking something go way down. If I have no back up, I'm just asking for trouble. I don't want to ask. I get plenty without asking.

I had a great dinner last night with Sherry and Lee - always fun. We ate at a nice, kind of upscale Asian place that I'd never been to. Very good food, very good ambiance. Lots of laughs. Lee is on counting duty at the postal service. For a month she has to go in before the carrier and count all the mail and then time the routes. The rural carriers are paid on a rate extrapolated from that month of counting and timing. So she's working 6 days at week from about 3:30 am until about 1 pm. She volunteered for the duty and says it's an interesting change of pace. But, it sure cuts out those late night parties - which they never went to anyway.

This week looks pretty full at work which is fine by me. And my email this morning reveals that one of the most annoying fuckchops in the office is going to be out of town for most of the rest of this month. That's a nice, pleasant little surprise.

Monday Morning Crash

My coffee pot is set to finish making the coffee at the time I'm ready to walk out the door. I put the pot (a thermos) into a little carry all I have and take it to work with me. Yes, I drink the whole pot.

This morning, I dropped the damn thing. A pot of coffee into the carpet - laced with little glass shards. The lid could have been on a light tighter. But, wow, it didn't take much to shatter that sucker. Great way to start the week.

About a month ago - actually almost exactly a month ago, I called to order a backup thermos carafe. They were out but said they would send as soon as they got some in. This morning I called and got this really nice lady who was appropriately sympathetic to my plight. She found my old order and said that it was shipped last Tuesday so it should actually be here today. And I ordered another - backup.

In my skewed logic, if I have a backup, the chances of breaking something go way down. If I have no back up, I'm just asking for trouble. I don't want to ask. I get plenty without asking.

I had a great dinner last night with Sherry and Lee - always fun. We ate at a nice, kind of upscale Asian place that I'd never been to. Very good food, very good ambiance. Lots of laughs. Lee is on counting duty at the postal service. For a month she has to go in before the carrier and count all the mail and then time the routes. The rural carriers are paid on a rate extrapolated from that month of counting and timing. So she's working 6 days at week from about 3:30 am until about 1 pm. She volunteered for the duty and says it's an interesting change of pace. But, it sure cuts out those late night parties - which they never went to anyway.

This week looks pretty full at work which is fine by me. And my email this morning reveals that one of the most annoying fuckchops in the office is going to be out of town for most of the rest of this month. That's a nice, pleasant little surprise.

LJ Voodoo

ruralrob turned me on to the fuckyoulist not long ago. It took me a bit to really grasp the concept and get over the fairly frightening content. It's kind of the voodoo doll of LJ. Just stick your hopes and dreams for the fuckchop, twinkie or asshole of your choice in there and move right along.

For some reason I cannot stop thinking about it. And I keep thinking, what a cool tool!

It reminds me a lot of the prayer list in a Southern Baptist Church.

LJ Voodoo

ruralrob turned me on to the fuckyoulist not long ago. It took me a bit to really grasp the concept and get over the fairly frightening content. It's kind of the voodoo doll of LJ. Just stick your hopes and dreams for the fuckchop, twinkie or asshole of your choice in there and move right along.

For some reason I cannot stop thinking about it. And I keep thinking, what a cool tool!

It reminds me a lot of the prayer list in a Southern Baptist Church.