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susandennisIt is only 10:30 but I think I've had about 5 jam-packed days today so far... Pretty wild and crazy for moi.
John, the handy man appears (according to the webcams) to have finished up the media center stuff. I requested that he put the TV on the towel there. That's so I can position it more easily. When I get home this aft, I'm going to stick all the bits into their appropriate places and hook it all up and hide the wires and center the TV and then I can remove the towel. It's going to be excellent.
AND there are 4 drawers for putting more shit away. Yahoo!!!
One of the action items this morning was a note from Sheri who was spitting the kind of bullets I usually spit. Her target was the hot water heater installer. I bought and paid for this hot water heater about a month ago. At the time they said they (Home Depot) said they were out of that model and they would have to order it and it would take a couple of weeks. I had asked her to charge it to my Discover card. They gave her a fit about that but finally, after I called, they did it. Then she got word that it was in and the installer would be there on Friday at 3. At 1:15, I got a call (not Sheri who was running the project) that there was a problem. The caller hung up or got cut off before I got the details. I called Sheri and she made some calls and we learned that, in fact, Home Depot did NOT have the hot water heater in yet after all. Nice.
She has had to track them down and call and ask and badger and finally set an appointment for 3 p.m. today. I told her I'd babysit this one. I'm actually feeling guilty because frankly a hot water heater isn't exactly a design element and she has been very gracious about futzing with it. So I made arrangements to come in early and leave early to be there.
This morning's note said the installer had called to tell her that Home Depot still did not have the fucking hot water heater. She called Home Depot to find out that they did have it. She called the installer back and he said he would have to come at noon and she said no that he could come at the aforementioned 3 p.m. and he said 2 and she folded - battle fatigue, I think. She offered to be there. I told her not at all necessary. I'll be there and I will.
My theory about why this has turned into such a cluster fuck is that my getting one when it is not an emergency is outside the norm. I got no leak, it's working fine so let's just work this bitch over...
Nice, huh?
Then Mom says she can't get to JJill. Translation is she can't get to their website. Actual translation is that she can get to their website but she gets a message that she doesn't know what to do with. She's on a clothes buying binge. She ordered a bunch from Orvis last week and this week must be J Jill's turn.
This is the clearest indicator that she is feeling good. I remember several months ago she was kind of complaining that she had nothing to wear and she implied that new clothes would be a silly expense since she probably would be around to wear them. (She never drops this stuff morbidly, it's just very matter of factly.)
Guess she's thinking she'll be around for a while longer. And would rather not do it naked.
And, of course, when I got onto her computer the J Jill site came up fine and dandy. Oh well.
Then there is my friend Georgia who I have not seen since she lost 300 pounds - we're doing lunch a week from Thursday.
And my buddy Kenny from my old job - he sends me an IM when he gets in every morning - we just swap GM's. It's an old habit we started back when our cubes were next to each other. Today he tells me that my friend Susan has gone to Minnesota to meet her new boyfriend's family. And that must be why she never replied to my wanna-come-and-see-the-redecorating-progress email. And he tells me that our friend Tom ran off with his brand new girlfriend and to Las Vegas last night to get married.
I mean literally when he logs on, I send him a GM and he GM's me back. Today was a record of IM's. He wanted to know if he got a star for offering up good gossip. I told him he got the shiniest star in the batch. I do miss sitting next to him.
And this morning on my walk from the bus to my desk, the flock of birds (geese?) that normally live in the empty field that is a pond when it rains, came over to the green side. They didn't even move when I stood there and fished my camera out of my backpack to take their pictures. They wouldn't smile tho. "Get a load of that geek, would ya, Maude? Can you believe she carries that garish green backpack with that maroon jacket? Don't smile, whatever you do. If you start giving them what they want, they'll never leave us alone."
John, the handy man appears (according to the webcams) to have finished up the media center stuff. I requested that he put the TV on the towel there. That's so I can position it more easily. When I get home this aft, I'm going to stick all the bits into their appropriate places and hook it all up and hide the wires and center the TV and then I can remove the towel. It's going to be excellent.
AND there are 4 drawers for putting more shit away. Yahoo!!!
One of the action items this morning was a note from Sheri who was spitting the kind of bullets I usually spit. Her target was the hot water heater installer. I bought and paid for this hot water heater about a month ago. At the time they said they (Home Depot) said they were out of that model and they would have to order it and it would take a couple of weeks. I had asked her to charge it to my Discover card. They gave her a fit about that but finally, after I called, they did it. Then she got word that it was in and the installer would be there on Friday at 3. At 1:15, I got a call (not Sheri who was running the project) that there was a problem. The caller hung up or got cut off before I got the details. I called Sheri and she made some calls and we learned that, in fact, Home Depot did NOT have the hot water heater in yet after all. Nice.
She has had to track them down and call and ask and badger and finally set an appointment for 3 p.m. today. I told her I'd babysit this one. I'm actually feeling guilty because frankly a hot water heater isn't exactly a design element and she has been very gracious about futzing with it. So I made arrangements to come in early and leave early to be there.
This morning's note said the installer had called to tell her that Home Depot still did not have the fucking hot water heater. She called Home Depot to find out that they did have it. She called the installer back and he said he would have to come at noon and she said no that he could come at the aforementioned 3 p.m. and he said 2 and she folded - battle fatigue, I think. She offered to be there. I told her not at all necessary. I'll be there and I will.
My theory about why this has turned into such a cluster fuck is that my getting one when it is not an emergency is outside the norm. I got no leak, it's working fine so let's just work this bitch over...
Nice, huh?
Then Mom says she can't get to JJill. Translation is she can't get to their website. Actual translation is that she can get to their website but she gets a message that she doesn't know what to do with. She's on a clothes buying binge. She ordered a bunch from Orvis last week and this week must be J Jill's turn.
This is the clearest indicator that she is feeling good. I remember several months ago she was kind of complaining that she had nothing to wear and she implied that new clothes would be a silly expense since she probably would be around to wear them. (She never drops this stuff morbidly, it's just very matter of factly.)
Guess she's thinking she'll be around for a while longer. And would rather not do it naked.
And, of course, when I got onto her computer the J Jill site came up fine and dandy. Oh well.
Then there is my friend Georgia who I have not seen since she lost 300 pounds - we're doing lunch a week from Thursday.
And my buddy Kenny from my old job - he sends me an IM when he gets in every morning - we just swap GM's. It's an old habit we started back when our cubes were next to each other. Today he tells me that my friend Susan has gone to Minnesota to meet her new boyfriend's family. And that must be why she never replied to my wanna-come-and-see-the-redecorating-progress email. And he tells me that our friend Tom ran off with his brand new girlfriend and to Las Vegas last night to get married.
I mean literally when he logs on, I send him a GM and he GM's me back. Today was a record of IM's. He wanted to know if he got a star for offering up good gossip. I told him he got the shiniest star in the batch. I do miss sitting next to him.
And this morning on my walk from the bus to my desk, the flock of birds (geese?) that normally live in the empty field that is a pond when it rains, came over to the green side. They didn't even move when I stood there and fished my camera out of my backpack to take their pictures. They wouldn't smile tho. "Get a load of that geek, would ya, Maude? Can you believe she carries that garish green backpack with that maroon jacket? Don't smile, whatever you do. If you start giving them what they want, they'll never leave us alone."
