Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Oh Me

 Long years ago, I had a coworker who always said, "Oh, me!"  anytime she was tired, or frustrated, or anything like that.  She even told me once that when she was a kid, she'd had surgery, and as she was coming out of the anesthetic, she was saying over and over again, "Oh me!  Oh me!  Oh me!" 

After hearing it from her for so many years, by the time she retired, I'd picked up the mannerism myself and say it quite often now.  

All that to say, these last few work days have definitely been Oh me! days. There's been lots of drama going on at work, which I can't really talk about other than to say it's been very stressful on all of us.  The good news is, they stopped us from coming in at 4:00 -- at least for now.   

I don't know what happened, but after being so far behind for so long with the lines right on us hounding us for headers, all of the sudden, we're like 15 hours ahead.  I'm not complaining.  Because I'm tired. 

I had to flag down a supervisor who shall remain nameless to get him to sign a scrap ticket, and as he was giving me his autograph, I said, "I don't know what's going on here.  I'm just trying to keep my head down and stay out of sight!"  

In other news, one of the supervisors, who for the purpose of this blog shall be known hereafter as Supervisor Greenjeans -- and if you're old enough to get that reference, you should have already had a colonoscopy -- told me he'd ordered his potatoes for his garden.  I said, "Aren't you worried about a frost?"  He shrugged and replied, "It's a gamble."  

Personally, I don't plant anything outside until after mid-April, but then the stuff I plant is not as cold hardy as the stuff he plants.  I'm thinking I might try some tomatoes this year, but in containers rather than in the ground.  I'd grown some once before, but they didn't do very well.  I think it was because Jesse kept peeing on them. 

By the way, Mr. Greenjeans was my favorite character on that show.   

And finally, don't waste your money on that Magic Spoon cereal.  Eh, it's OK, but not great, and certainly not worth $9 per box.  I won't be buying it again.  

I'll just have to come up with another late night snack. 

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