Tuesday, February 20, 2018

A Scare

I had a little scare last night.  Nothing serious, just a tiny little scare.  

I have this molar that has been kind of sore the last few days.  I didn't think too much of it.  I thought it was related to the sinus troubles I've been having these last few days, because of all the storms coming through.  Last night, it was really, really sore, and kind of loose feeling.  It seemed to be sticking up higher, and when I mashed down on it, it seemed to move.  

"Oh, great!" I thought.  "That tooth has abscessed.  That means a root canal and another crown."  Lovely.  A root canal and crown isn't really that big of a deal.  It's just trying to coordinate dentist appointments and work schedules and blah, blah, blah.  But if it needed to be done, it needed to be done.  

The bright side-- because I always try to find a bright side -- is that I get my root canals done by a specialist in Jackson.  That means afterwards, I can go shopping, and to Bass Pro Shops, and the best part:  I get to visit with AMY!!  Yay!

But when I work up this morning, the tooth was fine.  It had settled back into place.  No swelling.  No soreness.  No looseness.  It appears it was sinus related after all.  It's still just a touch tender, but nothing like an abscess.  Trust me, if you've ever had one, you'd know.  

Only, now I don't have an excuse to go visit Amy.  I guess I should just not sign up for overtime one day and go visit anyway.  I was supposed to stop by on my way back from Texas, but that didn't happen.  She only lives about an hour - ish away, and by the time I got that close to home, I just wanted to get back.  So I kind of owe her a visit.  

On the way down to Texas, I thought about stopping in Lafayette, La to visit an old schoolmate who lives in that area, but didn't for the same reason.  I was too close to Home, and I just wanted to get there.  The only time I stopped was right after I crossed the state line.  There is a welcome center, and I pulled in, just for a moment, to take a picture of the great star welcoming you to The Lone Star State.  

Yes, I'll admit it.  I cried.  It had been sooooo very long since I'd been Home, and then I was there, and it just felt like all was right with the world again.    

Whenever I feel like I'm working myself to death, volunteering for all these long hours of overtime, I remember that feeling.  I remember that moment when I stepped out of my car, and my feet touched Texas soil.  I remember, and I know why I am doing it:  so that one day, when I head that way again, it will be for good.  

So that one day, I will finally be able to go

Sunday, February 18, 2018

A Couple Of Sundays

I hadn't intended to work yesterday.  I'd signed up, but for some reason, my overtime wasn't approved.  I don't know why:  too many people volunteered, my name was overlooked, I only thought I signed up but didn't really, the guy who does the approving was tired of me complaining about how tired I am.  Whatever the reason, I was actually kind of looking forward to having a day off.  I had lots of stuff I needed to do around the house, and an extra day would give me a chance to work on some of it.  However, as I was walking out the door Friday evening, C shift group leader asked me if I was coming in Saturday.  I told him no.  He told me to to work anyway.

I said, "My overtime wasn't approved.  I can't just come in."  He went and got C shift production manager who said, "I need all the brazers I can get, so come on in." Thus, I worked Saturday.  And thus, all the stuff I'd planned on doing around the house Saturday didn't get done.  But I did get 12 hours overtime, so I'm not going to complain.

Before I left Saturday, a couple of people asked me if I were going to work today.  I told them no; I need at least one day to rest.  Even after I saw this morning that they were on FB begging brazers to come in...

The only thing I did today was to finish painting the trim in my living room.

Patience, Grasshoppers, I will get the door painted, too.  I'm going to take it down, remove the hardware, then strip and prime it first.  While I've got it down, I'll probably paint the inside of the door frame, too.  I put that one little spot of paint on it just to see how it would look if I painted it without priming it, but I found some small holes that I want to try to patch with wood putty while I've got it off the hinges.

On the whole, I think the living room looks really nice.

I put the ladder away, and moved the furniture back after I took the picture.  Figures I gotta do things backwards. 

Next step -- after moving the rest of the furniture back into place, that is -- decorating the place. I already know I want to replace that lamp.  It's plastic to begin with, and 12 years old.  It doesn't really go with the theme I have in mind, either.   I want this painting from one of my third grade teachers to be the focal point.

So, I'm thinking rustic, barn, countryside type decorations.  I don't know.  Decorating is definitely one thing I'm not good at.  I still haven't gotten anything put up on my bedroom walls, and it's been nearly a year and a half since I painted that room.

Also, I need to decide what to do with this ceiling.

I think I might have enough paint left from doing the bathroom ceiling to give it one coat, but I'm sure it would look better with two.  On the other hand, that paint is white.  I'm thinking if I do it a very, very light blue, it might look like a sky -- without being too overbearing.

Finally, remember the church I attended on Christmas Eve?  A couple of weeks ago, they were finally able to get back into their worship center -- after 5 months.

That is one happy bunch of campers!

(I'd meant to post this picture that day, but things just got away from me.)

Friday, February 16, 2018

Lost Mojo

Every day when I walk into my house after work, I'm still amazed at how much bigger my living room looks.  It's not a large room to begin with-- I think it's 12' x 15' -- but since painting, it just looks so much bigger. 

I've still got that last wall to paint the trim and stuff, which I hope I can get done this weekend.  I'm debating on whether I want to also paint this door, or leave it brown, or even paint it the same color as the walls. 

Well, if I don't like it, I can always sand it down to bare wood and stain it.  I'll figure it out eventually. 

I do want to replace this front door sooner or later.

I'd rather have a solid door, but that would break Jesse's heart.  Every morning, when I leave for work, he goes to this front door and watches me drive away.  Maybe I can get a door with one of those big oval windows in it.  They're pretty, and he could still see through it. 

Lately, I've come to the realization that I may have left my knitting mojo in Texas.  I've hardly knit anything since I got back.  Nothing is calling my name.  I even tried to cast on another red hat for the Little Hats Big Hearts program, but the ribbing is as far as I've gotten.  Maybe now that I'm almost done with painting the living room, the mojo will come wandering back. 

In the meantime, I need to figure out how to decorate this room. 

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Things I Think About

I hadn't planned on blogging tonight, because I didn't really have much to say.  However, today a coworker used one of my favorite words: peon.  I thought, "Wow!  I must be influencing people more than I thought!"

Definition of peon:  someone who does a lot of work for little pay.  Fits us to a T. 

Anyway, I thought, "I can't just let that go!"  So I had to come up with something to blog about.  And what I came up with is this.

As I've mentioned before, my job is a bit of a no-brainer.  Or else, I've been doing it so long I don't really have to think about it any more.  I just plug in and my brain checks out.  And oh, the places it goes -- any where from planning my flower beds to the role of Henry VIII in the establishment of These United States Of America.  From classical music to Sunday School songs.

The foolish man built his house upon the sand
The foolish man built his house upon the sand
The foolish man built his house upon the sand
And the rains came tumbling down...

One day last week, I was thinking about my grandparents.  My dad's parents were Mammaw and Pappaw.  My mother's parents were Grandma and Grandpa.  For some reason, when signing birthday cards, my Mammaw always signed "Mamo" and "Papo".  I don't know why, it's just how she did it.

Grandma had a stroke when I was 3 ish, which left her partially paralyzed, including her right hand.  Grandpa took over all the birthday card signing.  He signed them "G'paw" and "G'maw".  I don't know why, it's just how he did it.

Is the Prime Directive even a valid order?  I mean, just by meeting someone, your presence influences him in some way, so there is no way to not interfere completely -- unless you just stay home completely. 

Man, my electric bill is triple what it was two months ago.  I thought it was because of all the cold last month, but I over heard a coworker saying his increased by over $100, and he has gas heating. 

Last summer when I was staying over on second shift, there were some people who were downright hateful to me about it -- implying that I had something going on with the group leader, and that was why I was getting the extra hours.  I just ignored them.  It was the supervisor who asked me to stay late.  The group leader had nothing to do with it.  Anyway, I find it funny that the one who was the most horrible hasn't signed up to work overtime yet.  I guess it wasn't that important, then.

BTW, if I ever get fired from my job, I already know why it'll happen.  One of these fool men is going to grab me just one time too many. I'm going to say to myself, "Enough is enough and I've had enough", and I'm going to turn around and bash his head in. 

Human resources?  Yeah, right.  I might have better luck reporting him to a brick wall. 

The God of Angel armies
Is always by my side

Half Price Chocolate Day just happens to fall on my regular grocery shopping day this year.  I'm not sure that's a good thing. 

I want a dream lover
So I don't have to dream alone

You frightened yet?  Just try living inside my head for a while.

One of my coworkers, in a fit of frustration said, "This will make you talk to yourself and say curse words!"  I've been giggling about it ever since.

This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine

Not so much at 4:00 AM.  I just make the coffee a little stronger. 


Tuesday, February 13, 2018


As I was leaving work yesterday, my group leader said, "Come in at 4:00 AM tomorrow." 

"Wow," I thought, "They really do think we're robots." 

Alas, even a robot needs some down time for maintenance, so when I got to work this morning, I went up to the office and scratched my name off the overtime list for Sunday.  C shift group leader said, "NO!  Don't do that!" but I did anyway. 

Good thing, too, because as I was leaving...."Come in at 4 tomorrow!" said my group leader.

Sigh....I guess they think we don't need sleep. 

I came home and hung my drapes back up.

I think I did a pretty good job matching the paint color of my trim to my drapes.  Now, I just need to do something about that ceiling.  The bright clean walls really emphasize how grungy it looks.  Oh, and I still have to paint the trim on the last wall.  And I need to do something about that front door...

Rylea says, "As long as you stop moving my love seat around, I don't care what else you do." 

That reminds me, I need to add Febreeze to my shopping list. 

Monday, February 12, 2018

We Have A Living Room

I got to work bright and early this morning, filled my cooler with ice, and clocked in.  I dropped my stuff at my stand, then headed upstairs to run off copies of the day's schedule.  I got to the office, and there were no schedules -- not in the copier, nor in the folders on the wall.

A quick investigation revealed a fault in the copier.  No problem.  I went to tubing, intending to run off a copy from their computer.  I pulled up the schedule, clicked print, and.....paper jam.  I opened the printer doors and top cover and pulled out the cartridge, and put it all back together, and still...paper jam.  I tried again, and even the person who works in tubing tried.  Still...paper jam.  OK, then...

I went to the tubing dispatcher's desk to ask him to print me out a copy.  By this time, I was humming the theme to the Indiana Jones movies.  Raiders Of The Lost Work Schedule.  That's what it was beginning to feel like.

The dispatcher pulled up the schedule, clicked print, and....his entire system crashed.  It was at this point I began to wonder which cosmic forces didn't want me to work today, and seriously considered going back home and going back to bed.  I didn't.  But I thought about it.

I had to wait until the dispatcher rebooted his system, and he finally got me a copy of my schedule.  I made enough copies for the line in the shipping office, because their stuff always works, and the rest of the day went off without a hitch. Relatively.

Which is more than can be said for the weekend shift.

I got to my assigned area Saturday morning and there were more A and B shift volunteers than regular C shift employees.  Before the day was over, the C shift group leader went around begging us to come in Sunday.  I told her I wasn't going to come in.  She said she was going to call me on my phone, and I told her, "Go ahead and call, I won't answer."  Sunday was the first day off I'd had in two weeks, and by golly, I was going to take it. 

I did sign up to work all three days next weekend.  I'll probably slow down some on the overtime once my bank account recovers enough to take it off life support, but for now, we'll see how it goes.

And just what did I do on my first day off in two weeks?  First thing I did was to sleep in until 6:00 AM.  Trust me, when one is used to getting up at 3:30, sleeping in until 6:00 feels like Heaven.  I leisurely lay in bed until the dogs pestered me to let them out.  After doing that, I made some coffee and leisurely drank it while leisurely eating breakfast, then I leisurely did a few normal chores -- laundry and the like, and leisurely watched a replay of the Falcon Heavy test flight on YouTube.

Oh, yeah, and I painted the trim in my living room.  Leisurely.

Well, I got three walls done at least, before I ran out of painter's tape.

Yes, again.  I knew I should have bought that double roll.  I really didn't have enough to finish wall #3.  Once I got done painting wall #1, I carefully peeled the tape off and reapplied it to wall #3, and we got it done.  I didn't try to peel enough off to do wall #4.  I'll just wait until I buy another roll, whenever I go to the store again.

I wasn't going to paint the inside of this door frame, but now I'm glad I did.

Now that it's done and the tape is pulled off, I like the way it looks.

It looks much better than the window frame, which I did not paint the inside of, since it'll be hidden behind my drapes most of the time.

I'll have a few spots to touch up after I've done the fourth wall,

but, I'm very pleased with the overall effect.

I came home this evening and started pushing some of my big furniture back into place.  Tomorrow, I'll try to get my drapes hung back up, and I'll have a living room again! 

Wednesday, February 07, 2018


I was going to write you a nice, long eloquent blog post tonight, but as it happens, I got nuthin'.  Except that I got daffodils coming up! 

Other than that, nuthin'. 

Seriously, though, I work at kind of a no-brainer job.  There are some who might disagree with me, but it doesn't really require much mental strength.  Or maybe it's just because I've been doing it so long -- 23 years -- that I could do the job in my sleep. 

I can neither confirm nor deny that I may have or may have not done just that from time to time. 

All that to say, when I'm at work, my mind is composing blog posts by the dozen.  I think of all these things I need to tell you.  All these things about which I could write.  By the time I get home, they're gone.  Poofed into the nether world.

For a few years, I ran a machine that I basically set up and just watched it run for --however long it took to make the parts it was making.  I carry a little notebook to work, and in those days, I could jot down rough drafts while my machine was running.  Those were the glory days of the blog.  Now, not so much. 

The job I'm currently doing is much more hands on, and stopping work to write posts --fascinating though they may be -- tends to be frowned upon by those in supervisory positions.  I don't see why.  At least I'm exercising my mind instead of just playing on my phone like everyone else.  Yes, that is against the rules, and no, those who do it aren't being as slick as they think they are.  The bosses know.  Trust me, they know. 

Be that as it may, this is one of those days when long, eloquent blog posts escape me.  So, I'll just tell you one little story, then let you go.

I got to work bright and early this morning.  I went into the break room and filled my cooler with ice.  I clocked in, and went to my work area.  I pulled my car keys out of my pocket to put into my bag,  followed by my house k...wait, where are my house keys

Oh, no!  I must have dropped them in the parking lot!  No, I would have heard them clink.  Maybe I dropped them in the car port.  No, I would have heard them clink there, too.  Where are they????? 

I mean, I have spare keys, so I can get into my house, but what if someone finds my keys?  Not that I have much worth stealing, but still...And I have good neighbors who will keep an eye on my house for me, but still...And the dogs are there, but still....

After a long, arduous, worry filled day, I came home and found my keys -- right where I had left them.

That being a clear sign that I don't get enough sleep, I'm going to bed.


Monday, February 05, 2018

I'm Back

I know, I know, it's been a while.  See, I've been dealing with just a touch of a cold and all I've wanted to do as soon as I got home from work was go to bed.  That's pretty much what I did.  Saturday night, I went to bed -- I kid you not -- at 6:30.  I woke up Sunday feeling so much better, and today, I'm about back to normal.  I'm still tired, of course.  Working long hours will do that to you, but I no longer feel like I'm about to collapse.  Today is the first time I've even felt like blogging in nearly a week, so it's going to be a bit of a catch up post.

I did work all three days this weekend.  Friday and Saturday weren't too bad, but oooooh Sunday...Sunday was something else.  So many people didn't even show up, and about half the ones that did left early.  They were calling people at home and begging them to come in and work, even if it's just for three or four hours.  I told the group leader of the line on which I was working I couldn't give her all three days every weekend.  I've got to take a day off sometime.  Even my supervisor asked me, "Are you getting enough sleep?" and cautioned me not to overdo.   I assured him I wouldn't.

Friday morning, I woke up from a dream.  In my dream, I was laying on my bed, coloring in my Introvert Activity Book, when suddenly, the room filled with the glow of the purest light.  The spirit of Jesus was there, embracing me.  He seemed to be saying, "I'm here.  I love you, and everything is going to be all right." 

I got up and started getting ready for work.  While I was eating breakfast, I checked into Facebook and found that my sister in law had had to rush my brother Russell to the hospital.  He was coughing and couldn't catch his breath.  They thought he might have pneumonia, but chest x-rays ruled that out.  The next thing was his heart.  They did some tests and found that he'd had a heart attack sometime between Wednesday and Friday.  They did a heart cath, and he has three blockages -- two of which are significant.  They can't put a stent in, though, because his heart is only working at about 25%.  Also, a valve isn't working right.  The doctors put him on blood thinners and another medication to help reduce the fluid in the sac around his heart.  He got to come home today, but has to go to a heart rehab place.  He's also got to give up running and working out. 

That's the hard part.  He's always tried to keep fit and healthy, but heart disease runs in our family. 

So, that's about it for today.  I ran by the store yesterday after work, because the cat was out of food.  I had an ibotta rebate for Meow Mix Simple Servings, so I started buying her those.  Now she won't eat anything else.  Oh, well.  She's 17 years old.  I'll let her enjoy her few remaining years.  But the point is, I had to go to the store, so I picked up some more painter's tape. 

One of my coworkers told me he never uses that stuff.  I have to, or I'd have paint everywhere. 

I was going to come home today and start painting trim, but yeah, that didn't happen.  I came home and just sat.  I want to paint these walls behind the entertainment center first,

so I can get all my furniture back into place.  Once I get all the heavy stuff back into place, moving Rylea's love seat and my recliner is easy. 

Eh, maybe tomorrow. 

There was something else I was going to tell you, but right now I can't remember what it is, so I guess I'll just go to bed.  Good night.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

For 10 Minutes, They Said

Hmmm, I read somewhere that if you aspire to be a writer, you should write for 10 minutes every day, even if you have nothing to say.  I'm thinking this might be one of those 10 minutes of gibberish posts. 

Remember when you were little and your mother told you things?  Words of wisdom, and the like.  Remember this one:

If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all.

With that in mind, I will not be talking about work tonight, because if I did, I couldn't say anything nice, and too many bosses read my blog anyway, and if I said what I really wanted to, I'd probably end up getting fired.  We'll just leave it at it wasn't pretty and talk about more pleasant things, like my cat's poop.

In regards to that, there is good news and bad news.  The bad news is, she's still straining a bit.  The good news is, she seems to be going more frequently, and isn't dribbling as much blood afterwards as she used to.  It seems things are moving in the right direction.  Get it?  "Moving"  Ok, then, never mind.

The most exciting thing I did all day -- outside of work, which I'm not going to talk about-- is to pull the rest of my painter's tape off my living room walls.  Maybe this weekend I can get the trim painted.  Oh, wait, I volunteered to go to that place I'm not talking about tonight.  Every day.  Sunday, too.

Eh, it'll get done eventually.

Oh, here's something I can tell you about.  I'd meant to post things about my trip to Texas, but when I got back, I was so overwhelmed with homesickness I never got around to it.  Now that I'm a bit stronger, I can start talking about things.  Things like this:

These are my cousins' cattle.

Back when Harvey hit, they stood in water for over a week.  Even after the flood waters receded, their pasture was pretty much ruined.  It's starting to recover a bit, but the cousins are still supplementing them with hay.  Every day, James and I -- and Cody if he wasn't working -- would go out and give them a couple of bales of hay.

I think I found my dream job.  I love feeding livestock.  Even before I went into the Navy, I'd feed the chickens, or my uncle's goats, cattle, or whatever he had.  I could do that all day -- just going around feeding cattle for people...I told James if I lived there, I'd take over that job, just like I took over feeding the chickens all those years ago.

One day, after feeding, we had returned to the house, and I was standing in the car port just watching the woods.  Cousin Will drove by.

Now, Will is a distant cousin of mine, being a Winfree and all, but he is closer to Beverly on her dad's side.  Will's grandmother is Beverly's father's sister.  He's the one that got them out when they were flooded by the storm.

So anyway, I was standing in the carport watching the woods, when Will drove by.  He owns the pasture behind Beverly and James'.   He was towing a trailer with a half grown horse in it.  About that time, James walked up behind me.  "Who is that?" he asked.

"Little Will," I said.  "...And I'm just watching him like he's TV."

We watched him a few more minutes as he put his horse in the pasture. I said, "Actually, this is better than TV."  And I should probably quit calling him Little Will, since he's getting close to 50.

OK, that's about 10 minutes, and I can't think of anything else anyway, and I'm ready to go to bed.  So that's it for tonight.


Monday, January 29, 2018

Sleep Deprivation

Hello sleep deprivation, my old friend.
I'm glad to have you back again...

For the last several weeks at work, I've been on the early morning clean up crew.  I'm trying to get on the early morning stand around and eat chips while playing on my phone crew, but apparently that one is fully staffed.  So, I'm on the early morning clean up crew.

Last week, I asked my group leader if we'll still be coming in early when we switch to the new schedule.  She said she was going to come in at 4:00, so I said, "Me, too!".

When that alarm went off at 2:45 this morning, it was definitely one of those what was I thinking? moments.  I lay there and seriously, albeit briefly, thought about resetting the alarm and going in with the regular shift.  Then I remembered how much credit card debt I still have, and dragged my weary bones out of bed and to work.

Where I spent 12 hours doing my best zombie impression.

At the end of the day, Group Leader came back around and told me Supervisor said to start coming in at 5:00 AM.  I was secretly relieved.  I can do 5:00.  Yay 5:00!

I'm still signing up to work the weekends, too.  I wonder how many people are going to show up Sunday.  I'd forgotten it was Super Bowl Sunday since I'm done with the NFL until someone said there probably won't be many people at work.    I also heard that several more people have quit.  They don't want to work the long hours, or the weekends all the time.  I'm just watching to see how it all turns out.

I was standing there at my stand, just a working away, when I mentally composed a limerick about how done I am with the NFL.  It is as follows:

I'm done with the NF of L
Until they get rid of Goodell
And do a haul - keeling
Of those who are kneeling
And Jerry Jones must go as well

But enough about those spoiled, whiny brats who want to protest the very country who made them millionaire celebrities....

I finished painting my walls yesterday.  I was going to start the trim this evening.  I wanted to do these two walls first, so I could move my furniture back into place.

However, I'm out of painter's tape.  No problem.  I'd just run to the store and get some.  But something inside me rebelled.

No!  No, dadgum it NO!  I'd been to that store 4 times last week and I'm not going again!  The trim will just have to wait until after Friday.

The next project will be to replace that felt thing on my dryer that keeps it from shrieking like a banshee when it's running.  Oh, it still works.  It dries the clothes.  It just shrieks like a banshee.  So, that's next.  And finally getting my bathroom sink unclogged.  And finishing the fireplace brick.  And getting the eaves repaired and painted.  Sigh, it's always something.

My dad once said, "This home ownership stuff is for the birds."

I'm beginning to think he had a point.

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Alternate Schedule

Yesterday was the first day of the much ballyhooed Alternate Schedule.  I'd volunteered to go in, and my supervisor told me I'd be working on Line 1.

I got there bright and early, and reported to my assigned work area.  Line 1 Group Leader asked if I knew how to put on labels.  I said, "Not really", because I couldn't remember if I'd ever done that before.  Then she asked if I could put on tie bars.

Oh, yeah, I can put some tie bars.

So there I was at work, just a working away, happily putting on tie bars, when Group Leader called me over, telling me C Shift Production Supervisor wanted to move me somewhere to braze.  I gathered up my things and went over to see where he wanted me.  He said, "I'm not having you putting on tie bars all day!"

At last!  Someone who recognizes my skills as a brazer!  My own Group Leader will move me off my stand and have me do menial work that anyone off the street can do.  You'd think she thought I couldn't braze at all -- yet she refuses to move me off her line...but that's a different story for a different day.

C Shift Prod Sup sent me over to line 7 to line braze. There I was at work, just a working away, happily line brazing on line 7,  when line 7 Supervisor called me over. "I'd rather have you sub-brazing," he said.  All righty, then.

A few hours later, there I was at work, just a working away, happily sub brazing on line 7 when I noticed three boss-type personages deep in conversation.  Suddenly, one of them turned to me and said, "Can't you braze nuts?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Go braze nuts," he said.

And that's where I spent the rest of my day.  I'm telling ya, after working with C shift tubing department for a day, I'm starting to understand why we never had any work ready when they were on the night shift.  There was a whole lotta nothing going on over there.  It took them 12 hours to do about 4 hours worth of work.  I didn't braze a whole heck of a lot of work, because there wasn't a whole heck of a lot of work to braze.  I don't mind going where you need me, but sheesh, at least need me where you send me!

Sometime during the day, one of my coworkers asked me if I was working Sunday.  I told him I hadn't signed up, so no.  He said he hadn't either, but they'd asked him to come in because -- as he put it -- "people was quittin' like crazy."  Later, I went and asked one of the regular C shift people if a lot of people had quit.  She said they had, and a lot more was going to quit.  To make matters worse, the day care that was supposed to open at 4:30 to accommodate our new hours wasn't open.  There were people up there waiting to drop off their kids, and no one was there.  I don't know what happened with that.

I waited all day to see if anyone would ask me to come in, but nobody did, so I came home and started priming.  I tried to move Rylea's love seat into the kitchen/dining area so she could still sleep on it while I'm painting, but I couldn't get it through the door.  I said to myself, "Self, you got it in this room, there must be a way to get it out."  Except that the way I got it into the room has moved back to Texas.

Rylea spent all day walking around the house moping and groaning, but she'll live through it.

"No, I won't," she said. 

But she did. 

Once I got all the furniture out, I started priming.  I did two walls, then decided I was way to tired to keep going, and went to bed.

I got up ridiculously early this morning, and finished priming.  It was at this point when I began to think that primer gray was such a lovely color maybe I should leave it that way.  You'll be happy to know I didn't.  I finished painting it, except the trim. 

By the time I was done with that, I was wiped out.  I took a shower -- because I got as much paint on myself as I did on the walls -- and now I'm just sitting. 

That's all I'm going to do for the rest of the day. 

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Murphy's Week

Boy am I glad I bought that Swiffer Wet Jet.

That's exactly what I said to myself when I got home and saw what was waiting for me in the floor.   It was one of the dogs this time, so it was a big pile.  "Boy, am I glad I bought that Swiffer Wet Jet."  A few squirts, a few swishes, and we have a clean floor once again.

And the mayhem at work continues.  I'm starting to think this is some sort of initiation process or something.  I told my coworker that all this trouble we've been having is God's way of telling us he doesn't want us to go to the new schedule.  But to the new schedule we are going, despite the fact that 99.9% of the employees hate it.  We've already had a couple of people quit over it -- one girl stating that she didn't want to work all those long hours, and another stating she didn't want to work the weekend shift. 

After all this time, I'm used to it, me. 

I was determined to come home this afternoon and start priming my walls.   I didn't make it that far.  I got the taping done, but that's about it.

There wasn't really a whole lot that needed taped at this point, since I'm going to prime the trim as well. 

Right now, I'm torn.  Part of me wants to go ahead and get this done.  Then there is this other part of me that says, "You need to sleep some time."  I signed up to work Saturday, but not Sunday, so maybe I can do it then. 

Speaking of sleep, I remembered to put my nightgown on last night, so yay me! 

As tired as I am, that's something to be proud of.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Tuesday Mayhem

I had a post for you last night.

Oh, it was a wonderful post.  You would have laughed.  You would have cried.  It would have moved you.

So, what happened to last night's wonderful post that would have made you laugh, would have made you cry, and would have moved you?  It didn't get written.

I was so tired when I got home, I just sat in the chair thinking, "I really need to write this wonderful post that will make people laugh, and will make people cry, and will move people."   I think I might have watched NCIS, but I'm not entirely sure.  I finally said to myself, "Eh, forget it.  I'm going to bed."

And to bed I went. 

I was up and getting ready for work this morning when I realized I'd forgotten to put my nightgown on.  I was still in the clothes I put on when I got home yesterday.   Yes, I was that tired.    I'd also forgotten to turn the heater down and lock the back door.  Yeah, I'm thankful for good neighbors.

The reason I was so tired is that Mayhem was still wreaking havoc on the plant.  I won't go into all the gory details like I would have had I gotten the wonderful post that would have made you laugh, would have made you cry, and would have moved you written last night, but let's just say it wasn't pretty.

The Reader's Digest condensed version is:  one of our Vitally Important machines was broken down and thus another Vitally Important machine had to do double duty.  However, one Vitally Important machine cannot make as many Vitally Important parts as two Vitally Important machines can, so we all ended up getting in a bind by the end of the day.  Being in a bind means I had to seriously scramble to keep up with the line, then I had to stay late to make sure there were some Vitally Important parts on the line for second shift.

At long last, the day was over and I came home. 

And I discovered Squeaky was having a bad day.  She's an old cat.  She's 17, which is great-grandma in cat age.  She has good days and bad days.  On a good day, there is no puke, pee, or poop on the floor.  Let's just say, yesterday was not a good day.

Today when I got off, I ran by the store and bought a Swiffer Wet Jet.

Why, oh, why have I never had one of these?  It is so much easier than having to lug the mop bucket out every time I need to clean up after an animal. 

If you ain't got one, I recommend you get one. 

Now, I'm going to bed.  Hopefully, I'll remember to put my nightgown on this time. 

Monday, January 22, 2018

Monday Mayhem

The mayhem hit full force the moment I walked in the door, and not just the usual pig sty that the previous shift had left in my work area.  That's an every day thing.

No, it was much more than that.

The other brazer hadn't shown up, so I was over there by myself.  The first thing I had to deal with was an order that the shift we aren't allowed to hold accountable for anything had brazed up wrong.  I had to straighten that out before I could even begin my own work, so I was behind from the get go.

Then, every single order I tried to braze had at least one adapter tube either bent wrong, or missing, or the wrong adapter tube had been pulled-- and don't mean one single leg.  I mean the entire order was wrong.  There was a point in my day in which I had 4 different orders sitting on the floor waiting for parts to be re-done.

As if that weren't trouble enough, I tried to hang up my brazing tip, and the thingy that is supposed to make the fire stop burning didn't make the fire stop burning.  I called Supervisor and showed him.  He shook his head and said, "You're being a lot of trouble today."

I said, "I know.  Maybe I should just go back home."

He laughed.  I didn't.

Since the other brazer hadn't come in, I just hopped on over to her stand and finished the day out there.  Shortly after lunch, I finally got an order that seemed to be all there and all correct.  Aaaand, the electricity on my stand went out.  It was a circuit breaker -- which tripped three more times before the day was over -- each time requiring a maintenance man to reset it.

By then, I was sure this guy was running around the plant somewhere.

To add injury to insult, a few weeks ago, I bought some new work boots.  I'd been wearing them around the house and today I decided they were broken in enough to wear to work.

I decided wrong.

By the end of the day, my feet hurt so bad, all I wanted to do was shuck those boots and sit down.  But I didn't.  I actually went into town and bought my paint.

Then I came home and ate half a bag of Hershey's kisses for supper.

Because it's just been that kind of a day.

Saturday, January 20, 2018


I'm an introvert.

And like most introverts, I'm prone to overthinking things.  Case in point, I had a dentist appointment last week for my 6 month cleaning and check up.  This was my first appointment since I had my crowns done.  I seriously overthought things.  I worried and fretted and stewed so much over what my regular dentist would say about me having the crowns done that I very nearly postponed the appointment. 

It was all for nothing.  The only thing my dentist said was, "They sure look better than all those fillings." 

I had planned to go buy my paint today, so I can get my living room painted.  The introvert in me seriously overthought the whole paint buying process.  So much so that I tossed and turned until well after midnight last night.  The only way I managed to shut off my brain was to concentrate very hard on my breathing. 

In....out...deep breath...with my stomach...fill my lungs...expel the air...and so on and so forth until I eventually fell asleep.  Then I woke up twice from nightmares, before waking up for the day at 3:30.  Needless to say, I'm a bit tired today. 

And again, all that worrying was for naught, because I didn't even go get my paint.  I made the mistake of coming home first.  Just for a minute, I told myself.  I'll just change clothes and get something to eat, I told myself.  Then I'll get up and go to the hardware store, I told myself.   

Maybe I'll go tomorrow, I told myself.

What I did instead was to get my wood putty out and fill in some of the larger and more obvious holes in the paneling. 

I touched these up after taking the picture, and I'll sand them smooth before priming the walls.  Which may or may not happen tomorrow. 

Then I sat down and colored a page in my Introvert Activity Book,

but I didn't try to label it.  If I did, they'd all say SLEEP!!!!

And hopefully no nightmares tonight.


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