Saturday, April 20, 2019

I Did Another Thing

Y'all would be proud of me.  Today, I did another thing.

OK, it wasn't as much of a thing as the last thing I did, but it was still a thing.  Just not a thing thing.  But I still did it.

And what was this thing that wasn't really a thing I did, you may ask?  Well, I'll tell you.

As most of you know, we've had a bit of rain this spring.  It all started with the flooding back in February, and hasn't really slowed down.  Much.  I've been watching in the paper and the local EMA page on FB about how high the water is down at the lake.  They've got the levee road closed, and people riding ATVs up and down the dam constantly monitoring things.  This week the paper reported that the water is much, much higher than normal for this time of year, so on my weekly trip to town, I drove down there to see.

This is the emergency spillway.

It has just about one more foot before it is overflowing.  The last time that happened was in 1991.  Now, I realize that if you aren't familiar with this lake, you don't have any perspective on this.  You don't know what normal looks like.

This might give you an idea of how high the water is.  See the posts in the middle of this photo?

They're normally on dry ground.  If I remember right, each post is 12 feet tall.  Or maybe 16', I don't really remember which.  Yeah... Across the way there is the public swimming beach.  It's completely flooded, as is the boat ramp.

That guy was launching from what is normally part of the parking lot.  The picnic table and the swing are usually well away from the edge of the lake.

Finally, this is the beach Cody and I used to go to when he was little.

Those steps normally end on the beach, not in the water.

The good news is, the water has gone down just a bit since yesterday.   Someone posted a photo showing the water starting to trickle over the emergency spillway.  Today, there was about a foot of concrete showing.

 It would seem everyone in town was driving down to see the lake and how high the water is.  The few moments I was there, it was one vehicle after another, all pulling into the little park above it.  People getting out and taking pictures, just like I was.

Hey, when you live in a dinky little down like this with nothing really to do, you have to find your entertainment where you can.

I mentioned to one lady that I'd never seen the water this high, and had never seen it overflow the emergency spillway, as I'd only moved here in 1994.  She said, "Oh, it's something when it does.  There is water everywhere."  I kinda want to see it, but I also kinda don't.  The river is also way high, and more water would be very not good indeed.

One more thing, during Thursday's storms, there were 14 tornadoes in Mississippi alone, and 33 in the last week.  Just in Mississippi.  There were 89 total across the U.S.  I know one thing, I'm ready for spring to be done.

Can we move on to Hurricane season now?

Friday, April 19, 2019

At The Cross

When they came to the place called the Skull, 
they crucified him there, 
along with the criminals -- 
one on his right, the other on his left. 

 Luke 23 : 33

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Patriot's Day

Note:  I normally post this on Patriot's Day, which is tomorrow, April 19th.  However, tomorrow is also Good Friday, and that takes priority.  Therefore, I'm posting this a day early.  

Never Forget -- Concord and Lexington, and the Shot Heard 'Round The World. 

Concord Hymn
Ralph Waldo Emerson 
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
   Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
   And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;
   Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
   Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,
   We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
   When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare
   To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
   The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

The Cross Still Stands

  • When I survey the wondrous cross
    On which the Prince of glory died,
    My richest gain I count but loss,
    And pour contempt on all my pride.
  • Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
    Save in the death of Christ my God!
    All the vain things that charm me most,
    I sacrifice them to His blood.
  • See from His head, His hands, His feet,
    Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
    Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
    Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
  • Were the whole realm of nature mine,
    That were a present far too small;
    Love so amazing, so divine,
    Demands my soul, my life, my all.
  • Monday, April 15, 2019

    I Did A Thing

    Y'all would be so proud of me.  I did a thing!

    Now, to some of you, that sounds like no big deal, but if you know me at all, you would know I am so not a thing doer, but yesterday, I did a thing!  Not only did I do a thing, I did a thing that required me to leave the house.

    Yeah, I'm feeling pretty accomplished here.

    So, what exactly was this thing I did?  Well, I'll tell you.  I went to see the Budweiser Clydesdales.  Yes, they were here in Podunkville, Nowhere.  I wasn't going to go.  I told my friend at work I was going to look at my clock, and tell myself, "Self, you need to get dressed and go see them there Clydesdales."  And I would look at my clock again and say to myself, "Self, you really ought to go see them there Clydesdales."  Then I would look at my clock one more time and say, "Dang, I should have gone and seen those there Clydesdales."

    They were going to start hitching them up at 2:00 at the library.  Along about 1:00, I jumped up out of my chair and said, "By golly, I'm going to go see them there Clydesdales!"  So, I got dressed and drove on down there.

    When the horses arrived, with a police escort, I might add, the first thing they did was to get the wagon out and polish it all up.

    Notice the rather dark clouds in the background.  There was some question as to whether they'd even get the horses out, because nobody was sure if it was going to rain or not.  They weren't going to risk them getting cold and wet, and maybe sick if it were going to rain.  While waiting, one of the handlers got the Dalmatian puppy out so we could all squeal over her.

    Finally, after about an hour delay, the clouds started breaking up and the sun came out, so the guy in the tan hat said, "Let's do this!"  And we did.

    They got each horse out one by one, and told us a bit about him -- name, height, and such.  They tacked them up,

    then led them over,

    and hitched them to the wagon.

    It took about half an hour to get them all out, brushed down, and tacked up, but finally they were ready to go.

    They went from the library down to the square, and of course, we all followed them.   Well, not all of us, but a sizable number.  At the square, they stopped and posed for pictures, but I didn't take any.  Not of me, that is.  I took plenty of the horses.

    And one of the adult Dalmatian.  Oh, and the drivers, too.

    I took lots more pictures, which I will get uploaded to Facebook over the next few days.

    Y'all would be so proud of me.  I did a thing!  The good news is, I'm done with thing doing for a while.  Until at least September.  When I hope to do another thing. 

     But for now, I'm all thing done out. 

    Sunday, April 14, 2019

    Wild Weather And Sunday Sunrise

    When I said Tornado Season Part 2 was going to start off with a bang, boy I sure wasn't kidding.  It got bad last night.  Before I went to bed, I heard of 7 tornadoes in Texas and Mississippi-- though I've seen one source say it was as many as 14.  Extensive damage, and lots of injuries.  Five deaths so far, and people are still missing.   

    All my friends have checked in safely, though, and for that I am extremely grateful.  That gratitude is why I chose this one as today's Sunday Hymn.

    And we mustn't forget that this is Palm Sunday.

    Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!  Luke 19 : 38

    Friday, April 12, 2019

    Starting With A Bang

    It appears our Tornado Season Part 2 is going to start off with a bang tonight and tomorrow.

    Yippee, I can hardly wait.  Good thing someone uploaded this handy dandy "Where The Heck Is This Tornado?" guide.

    Learn it, live it.

    I've decided if I ever write my autobiography, which would first require me to get a -- you know -- life, I'm going to entitle it Imaginary Husbands Don't Cut Real Grass.  Catchy, huh?  I've even come up with the title chapters, as well.  What do you think?

    1.  I Need To Mow
    2.  I Really Need To Mow
    3.  I Really, Really Need To Mow
    4.  I Lawnmowed!
    5.  I Mowed Again
    6.  I Mowed Even More
    7.  Lord, I'm So Tired Of Mowing
    8.  I Ripped Up My Grass And Bought Astroturf
    9.  Astroturf Melts In The Hot Southern Sun
    10. Forget This! I'm Buying A Boat
    11.  Yikes! These Waves Are So Big!
    12.  Finding My Sea Legs
    13.  There Is No Grass In The Middle Of The Ocean
    14.  There Is No Pollen In The Middle Of The Ocean, Either
    15.  There Are, However, Hurricanes
    16.  What The Heck Are Alligators Doing In The Ocean?
    17.  Shark!
    18.  I Need A Bigger Boat
    19.  I Kind Of Miss Mowing.
    20.  Just Kidding, No I don't.
    21.  WILSON!!!!!

    Where in the heck do I come up with this stuff?  I've long since given up trying to find an explanation for such things...

    I'm pleading the 5th.  And going to bed.

    Good night.

    Thursday, April 11, 2019


    So, there I was, laying in the bed last night, about to drift off to sleep when I heard the tell-tale sound of a mouse chewing.  In my bathroom.  Now, why -- and what -- it would be chewing on in the bathroom is beyond me, but there it was.

    I got up and turned the lights on, making a lot of noise, hoping to scare it off.  It worked, but only for a moment.  After it came back the second time, I went into the utility room and got my mouse poison.

    TOMCAT Mouse Killer II 4-oz Mouse Bait Station at

    I'd bought some last week after hearing the tell tale sound of chewing in my kitchen.  Since I don't have a cat to worry about eating a poisoned mouse carcass any more, I got the Tomcat brand with the plastic thing you can put the bait inside so the dogs don't get it.

    Did that make sense?

    I put the stuff inside my vanity, from where it seemed the noise was coming, and went back to bed.  A few minutes later, I thought I heard plastic rattling -- just before I drifted off to sleep.  I haven't checked to see if the bait block has been nibbled on, but I hope that  mouse found it.  And ate it.  And died from it, even though I may have to put up with stinky dead mouse smell for a while.

    And here's the thing...I don't even know why I'm telling you that, but I didn't have anything else to blog about.

    Want to hear something ironic?

    I was scrolling through my Timehop app on my phone, and this old blog post popped up.

    What Do People Talk About?

    I'm not really a very good conversationalist.  I never know what to talk about.  I've asked some of my chatty friends what they talk to people about, and they tell me, "Oh, talk about anything.  Talk about the weather.  Talk about your kids.  Just talk about anything."

    But I've found that you can only say, "Hot enough for you?" so many times before people start wanting to strangle you.  And the whole talking about your kids thing doesn't really work for me.  I find that most people would rather talk about their own kids than hear about mine.

    So I stand there and watch people chatting away, talking to each other, while I retreat inside my head and tell myself

    Dernt Blernk


    That's what people CHEW!! 

    over and over and over...

    Nobody gets it.  Nobody gets me.

    I was pondering this yesterday when the following words popped into my head.

    My World 

    I live in a world inside my head
    With many, many paths to tread
    Twists and turns and winding roads.
    At times I end up far from home.

    If you love me; if you care
    Help me find my way from here.
    Better yet, come fly with me
    For here, with you, I will be free.

    Be my anchor, be my guide.
    Believe in me and I will fly.
    Be my courage, be my strength
    And there's no limit to my reach.

    Hold my hand, hold my heart
    Promise me we'll never part.
    Through twists, through turns, through winding roads
    I'll finally find my way back home.

    P.S. If it's dumb, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

    It just seemed fitting to re-run it.

    BTW, nobody has guessed what the Whovian surprise in yesterday's video was.  Really, nobody even tried,  (Amy?  Kristine?  Lisa?)   so I'll give you a hint.  Watch the left side of the screen. 


    Wednesday, April 10, 2019

    Almost Over

    Do you see these things?  These things on the ground?

    No, not the weeds coming up between the bricks.  Which I totally need to kill, but probably totally won't.  The other things.  The little wormy looking things.  Some of y'all know what those are, and some of you are just as excited as I am about seeing them on the ground.  For the rest of you, I'll put you out of your misery and tell you.  They're oak tassels. 

    The good news is, they're on the ground.  There are still plenty on the trees, but they're starting to drop.  Hallelujah!  The Pollening is drawing to an end.  Now, we enter Tornado Season Part 2.  Which will wind down towards the end of May.

    Just in time for Hurricane Season.  Yippee.

    Isn't living in America so much fun?  I wouldn't know, because I'm always at work!

    At least they've shortened the hours  10 on Friday, and 8 on Saturday.  It's been so long since I've worked an 8 hour shift, I won't know what to do with myself.  And yes, the dates are wrong.  After I took the picture, she came back and put up another notice with the correct dates.   Once again, I exhibited my apparent death wish and gleefully ran to tell Edna. 

    She said, "I know you love your overtime, but urg!"  I replied, "No, I need the overtime.  I don't love it".  If it were all the same to me, I'd really rather be able to make ends meet without having to work 60-70 hours each week.   I mean, I could, but maybe I want more than a ramen noodle existence. 

    One last thing, I promise I'm going to stop bombarding you with this group eventually, but this one has something special for Whovians.  New Who Whovians, I mean.  Not Classic Who Whovians. 

    I'm not going to tell you.  Just see if you can spot it.  If nobody guesses, I'll give you the answer tomorrow.

    Tuesday, April 09, 2019

    Another Day

    First thing I did when I got to work this morning was to go find Edna and ask, "Where is my friend request???"  She looked indignantly at me and said, "I'll get to it.  I do have a life, you know!"

    Unlike me.  Who has no life.  Whatsoever.  Maybe if I did, you'd have blog posts worth reading, but noooooo....

    The most excitement I have had today is I am finally starting to see some hummingbirds.  This one seems to have staked a claim to his territory. I think I shall name him Keith.*

    This one is challenging Keith to the feeder,

    and I'm all like, "Guys, there is another feeder over there!"  They both appear to be black throated hummingbirds, and hopefully there will be more soon.

    There I was at my brazing stand, just a brazing away, when Assembly Line Supervisor brought me some rework to braze up.  Why they always bring it to me and not to Brazing Boss's star brazer is beyond me, and I said so to my coworker who stands beside me.

    She turned to ALS and said, "You know who Brazing Boss's star brazers are?"  He said no, and she told him.  He gave the most incredible sound of disbelief I've ever heard.  I said, "Yeah, and according to him, we are the worst two brazers over here."

    ALS said, "I'd take you both back in a heartbeat."  I replied, "If I could still get my overtime, I'd come back."

    Before.  The.  Sun. Sets. Today.

    Don't get me wrong.  I love brazing, and what I do.  The very first day I walked in to ADP 24 years, two months, and two days ago, I saw the brazers and knew that was what I wanted to do.  I don't want to give that job up, but the constant badgering, the constant harassment, the constant you're not good enough from Brazing Boss and his thugs is ...  well, I just don't even want to be a brazer any more.

    Here's an example.  About a year ago, they switched us to a cheaper, lower quality brazing rod.  Immediately, everyone's leak rates skyrocketed.  Yet, Brazing Boss says it's our technique.  Yeah, like people who've been brazing for 20 - 30 years suddenly developed bad technique -- and that you had just switched rods was a completely unrelated coincidence.

    He insists he didn't change the rod, but it's even got a different label on the box.  Don't be trying to gaslight me, little man.  I've been doing this job since you were still eating your own boogers.

    Anyway, that's why I asked New Supervisor to move me to a different area.  He said he'd look into it.  The question is, once Brazing Boss has run off all his good brazers, what's he going to have left?  He may think he wants a department full of Star Brazer #1 and Star Brazer #2, but he really doesn't.

    OK, enough of that.

    I found a new song over the weekend, and it's got to be my new favorite song of all time, ever. Have a listen:

    Here is another new one.  Funny, it showed up in my You Tube recommendations 5 minutes after it was uploaded, and six minutes after it was uploaded, it was in my playlist.

    By the way, have you figured out which one I'm considering making my new Imaginary Boyfriend?  I'll give you a hint:  his name starts with a J.  That rules out Billy (who isn't in this video) and Toby.  So, it's either Jason, Jeremy, John, John, John, or... um...Jon.

    Now, if only imaginary boyfriends cut real grass....

    *Several years ago, Cody named one of the hummingbirds at Beverly and James' house Keith.  That was the year after he named the giant spider outside our back door Jeff. 

    Monday, April 08, 2019

    Monday Miscellany

    Well, that weekend went by way too quickly.

    I get to work today, and my friend called me over.  She said she lost her old FB log in, so she was going to start a new profile.  She didn't want to add a lot of people, but she said, "I do want to add you.  Please accept my friend request!"

    via GIPHY

    Awww, I feel so special!

    The only problem is now I have to think of something to blog about.  It's been kind of a slow day for blog fodder as nothing really hap -- Oh, wait!  I've got something!

    We had a bit of excitement at work, as one of the autobrazers kept catching the slabs on fire.  They're not supposed to burn like that.  Sometimes they do blaze briefly, due to the oils and such on the metals, but it goes out pretty quickly.

    This one didn't.  It had huge flames shooting up a couple of feet, and they wouldn't go out.  They had three or four people walking down to the water fountain, filling up bins with water and pouring them over the slab.  It took several trips, but they finally got the fire out. 

    Good thing we had so much toxic masculinity there, because silly old me would have gotten the -- you know-- fire extinguisher

    Probably why I'm not in charge. 

    Sunday, April 07, 2019

    I Must Have Been Tired

    I really must have been tired.  Why do I say that?  Because I slept nearly 10 hours last night.  I went to bed shortly after 8:00 PM, and slept until 6-ish this morning.  I woke up, saw the clock, and said, "Dang, I must have needed that sleep."

    And what did I do with all that energy I got from all that sleep?  Not much, really.  I did some laundry, wrote a couple of letters, and listened to my new records.  Oh, and good news!  I finally saw a hummingbird! 

    I'd hung my feeders out a couple of weeks ago, and have re-filled them a couple of times, but hadn't spotted a bird until today.  Probably because I spend nearly ever waking hour at work.  Be that as it may, they're finally back.  On that topic, I was in the store yesterday, and on impulse bought a new feeder.

    It has a slightly larger reservoir, so I won't have to be filling it as often.  So far, the only bird I've seen was feeding at the old feeder.  In a torrential downpour.  But this one will come in handy for Fall migration.  The feeders always seem much busier then.

    This was another impulse buy.

    Like I don't have enough bird feeders already.  I don't know.  It just caught my eye, and was already filled with seed.

    I believe I've mentioned it before, but I'm having a hard time getting excited about my flower beds this year.  I think it's because with the way we work, I don't really have time to take care of them like I should.  They usually turn into a mass of weeds by the end of the summer, and don't look very good.  I'm thinking I might let the beds lie fallow this time around.  I don't know.  I've still got plenty of time to decide.

    This was a bit of a surprise -- the verbenas I planted last year are blooming.

    And without any effort from me!  I'd thought they were annuals, but they never died back over the winter.  The only thing I've done is, after taking this picture, I pulled up some of those weeds.

    The last of the daffodils are blooming, too.

    I'm not sure what all those little yellow flowers are, but the bees seem to like them, so I'm going to leave them alone.

    I seem to be suffering from a deplorable lack of nosiness, in that I'm always the last person to know anything.  My friend Edna and I were talking about some incident that had occurred in her family last weekend.  She mentioned something about a certain co-worker who lived near her younger son.  I said, "Wait, I thought she lived in such and such house on such and such road."

    Edna said, "No, Other Coworker bought her out, and he lives there."

    I said, "Wait, Coworker and Other Coworker have split up????"

    Edna looked at me as if I'd lost my head and said, "They've been divorced for years."  Seriously?  I'd had no idea they'd even separated.

    Edna and I finished our conversation, and I went back to my brazing stand, and said to a couple of other coworkers, "I didn't know Coworker and Other Coworker were divorced."  They both gave me that same look Edna had, and one of them asked, "Where have you been?"

    Minding my own business, apparently.

    And lastly, a couple of years ago, I started posting hymns on Sundays.  Those posts were wildly popular at first, but that popularity faded over time.  When I went home for Christmas that year, I just stopped posting them, after posting the Christmas Eve hymn

    Here lately, I've been feeling like I want to bring that back, so here you go.  The first in the new series of Sunday Hymn postings (which will probably include some contemporary music as well as traditional hymns). 

    Friday, April 05, 2019


    Oodalolly, golly what a day.

    I knew right away what kind of day it was going to be when I got to work, and my very first order had an adapter tube bent wrong.  I mean, the whole order was bent wrong, not just a single tube.  It was a rather large order, too. 

    I put them back into the box and took them to my group leader.  I said, "I've got a present for you."  She replied, "I don't want your presents!"

    Oh, wait, that was yesterday...

    I knew right way what kind of day it was going to be when I awoke after a good night's sleep, refreshed and ready to face the day.  I rolled over to see how much longer before the alarm went off, and it was 11:30.  PM.  Dang. 

    I was torn between "yay, I get to sleep some more" and knowing I wouldn't feel nearly that good when the alarm went off at 3:00, and I had to get up for real.  Sure enough, I didn't.  But I got up and muddled through the day anyway.

    I got to work, and checking the computer, I discovered it's Brazing Boss's birthday today.  Oh, well.  Who cares?  Sometime later, Stalker decided he was going to make a sign for him, kind of like I had done with New Supervisor.  Only problem was, he couldn't find anyone who would write so much as Happy Birthday on a piece of paper.

    Finally, Group Leader did, but then nobody wanted to sign it.  As one of my fellow brazers said, "Brazing Boss isn't one of us."  As another one said, "Well, I don't really like him, but I signed it anyway."   Stalker kept badgering and nagging people until he got about half the department to sign his card-- even though most of them did it reluctantly.  We were all like, "If we'd wanted to make Brazing Boss a card, we'd have done it ourselves."

    All that to say, Stalker kept watching me the whole time.  I told my friend, "Look at him.  He keeps watching to see if I go write something nasty on that sign, the way he did on my sign for New Supervisor.  But I'm not going to do it, because I'm better than that.  I'm not going to sign it, but I'm not going to write anything nasty on it, either."

    And I didn't.  Stalker was so hoping to catch me in a gotcha moment, but too bad.  I had to disappoint him.  I'm not going to be petty about it.

    I also knew what kind of a day it was going to be when Group Leader came to me and said my line was skipping five orders.  FIVE orders.  They didn't have one of the Vitally Important Parts they needed for those orders, but it was a Vitally Important Part they buy from another supplier, not one we make.  So, there was nothing they could do but home some Vitally Important Parts arrived on the Vitally Important Part Truck.  I don't guess they did, because they ended up sending that line home early.

    Moving right along...

    I went on another record buying bender last week, and the last of them arrived today.  This is the one I wasn't sure I wanted to get or not, but as you can see, I did.

    This might sound sacrilegious to some of you, but I'm not that big a Burl Ives fan.  Still, it's got some familiar folk songs on it.

    This one wasn't on the list my brother sent me.  I found it purely by random chance, but as soon as I saw it, I remembered it. 

    This may sound sacrilegious to some of you, but I like this version of Country Roads even better than what John Denver sang. 

    This one here, I didn't remember at all.   But I took a chance on it.  I haven't listened to it yet, but probably will this weekend.

    It's apparently all instrumental. 

    Last, but certainly not least, this one is obviously not part of the American folk song series, but given my newfound Scottish ancestry, how could I resist?

    I've discovered there are a lot more of those records than I'd originally thought.  I may be buying them up for quite some time to come.

    One last thing, I'm going to tell off on one of my coworkers.  He had gotten up and gotten ready for work.  He saw that he had a few minutes to spare, so he sat down in his chair -- just for a minute.  When he woke up, he saw that he was late, so he threw on some shoes and flew down the road to the plant.

    It was only after he'd gotten there he discovered he had two different shoes on.  Of course, we had to rag on him about it. 

    His only response was, "I'm not sitting in that chair again!" 

    Wednesday, April 03, 2019

    Wednesday, Right?

    I'm sure you will all be pleased to know I made it to work with my driver's license, and subsequently ran the after work errand I mentioned yesterday. 

    Having Monday off has really messed with my sense of time.  I'm not quite sure what day it is.  I think it's Wednesday, but I'm not completely sure.  But then, they put the weekend schedule up today, so it must be Wednesday, right? 

    The bad news is -- or the good news, depending on your perspective -- we are working Friday and Saturday.  They put the notice up and everyone was like....

    And I was like,  "You knew it was coming.  Don't act like you've never worked here before." 

    More bad news, the Mississippi Parks and Wildlife Department has expanded it's Chronic Wasting Disease management area to include my county.  The article says supplemental feeding is banned in these counties.  Not sure if that includes the little cup full of corn I toss for my deer, but I figure it's better safe than sorry.  My deer seem OK so far, but I wouldn't want any outsiders coming in and spreading the stuff.  And I for sure don't want to get busted by the game wardens.  Not after watching all that Lone Star Law on Hulu.

    I really don't have any more to talk about tonight, other than that my Stalker was actually TAKING PICTURES of my work today.  Seriously?  There is something majorly wrong with him. 

    Oh, and I got a new T-shirt.

    I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm going to hit the hay early. 

    Good night.

    Tuesday, April 02, 2019

    Work And Waitresses

    Halfway across the parking lot this morning,  I felt like something was missing.  I couldn't quite shake the feeling I'd forgotten something.  I went through my mental  check; lunch:  check; phone:  check; driver's license:  uh oh.

    That's what I forgot.  My driver's license, my debit cards, my cash -- everything.  I'd planned on going into town after work, but upon making this discovery, I decided my in town trip could wait.   I did stop and pay the bill that was on my route home, but that's all.  I told my coworker it's been so long since I've been to work, I forgot what I was supposed to bring with me.

    Speaking of work, I found out a long time supervisor quit last week.  I mean, he's been working out there longer than I have, and has been a supervisor for the last 20 years.  He said he'd finally gotten fed up.  He was tired of being chewed out over stuff he had no control over.  He'd had enough, and found himself a new job.  I can't say as I blame him.  They do the same thing to us.  They're constantly shrieking about our leak rates, yet when we point out things that lead to increased leaks, they say, "I don't see that as a problem."  Now, they're talking about taking away our brazer pay, because of leaks, yet they won't do anything to solve our problems.  It's like we're constantly having to battle our way upstream, and they're beating us up because we aren't swimming fast enough. 

    I'm almost to the point where I'm going to pull up stakes, move back to Texas, and hope I can find something once I get there.   Because I have just about had enough, myself. 

    Have I ever mentioned how much I hate my job?

    Now, for something more interesting.

    A few weeks ago, someone posted on Facebook a video of the Chinese Waitress Cast on.  You've heard me mention it before.  It's become my go to cast on for hats.  Well, someone asked what the cast on had to do with Chinese waitresses.  After a bit of sleuthing, I can now answer that question.

    The cast on appeared in the book Cast On, Bind Off, by Cap Sease

    Cast On, Bind Off: 211 Ways to Begin and End Your Knitting ...
    The story is, a friend of hers was in Beijing, China, and a waitress there taught her this cast on.  She didn't know the official name of it, so she made one up.  It was literally named after a Chinese waitress.

    Pretty cool, huh? 


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