New Name

Supervisor Maxwell has a new nickname, and the way that happened is as follows.  

Ever since he took over the department, he's been called many things -- most of them not so nice.    Now, one of the things we sometimes call him is Michael Myers, after the guy from those horror films, because of the way he just stands there and stares.  It's downright creepy.  But today he got a new one that I can share with you.

There I was at work, just a working away, when I saw Supervisor Maxwell over in the area where we put our finished work.  He often goes over there and picks through the headers, looking for something he can write somebody up for.  Off in the distance, that is, right next to me, I hear a brazer say, "There goes Inspector Gadget at it again!"  

And I spent the day with the theme from Inspector Gadget stuck in my head. 

At least until it was replaced by The Scotsman Song.  

I suppose it could have been worse....

Speaking of work, they have us coming in at 6:00 now, and I hate going in at 6:00.  The parking lot is full and the ice machines are empty.  Moreover, you have to deal with the indignity of having the security guard inspect your lunch -- you know, just in case you are trying to sneak a weapon into the plant hidden inside your cottage cheese.  

On the other hand, I do enjoy sleeping that extra hour -- and I needed it this morning.  I did not sleep well at all Sunday night.  I lay there in bed thinking about that landscammer and what he'd done to my yard...and I know, I know, you're thinking, "Just get over it already!"  But I can't.  Every time I look out in my back yard and see the wreck he made of it, I get heartbroken all over.  

Maybe if I didn't have to see it every single day...But I was thinking, doing this myself with my roto tiller and wheelbarrow will take forever.  I may have to try to hire someone to come fix it -- and that brings its own set of risks, mainly that of being ripped off yet again.  

I don't know what it is about me, but I seem to invite scammers and con artists.  I feel like being a single woman has a great deal to do with it, but surely there is someone honest left in this world. 

In other news, the cold front came through this morning and we are now in False Fall.  It never got out of the 70s and it felt wonderful to spend an entire work day not sweating to death.   It won't last long, though.  We're supposed to be back up into the 90s by the end of next week.  Ah, well, I'll enjoy it while it lasts. 

And while it last, it'll be good knitting weather.  I'm loving how this latest hat is working up. 

And finally, while I was watering the baby grass, I managed to aggravate a very annoyed cicada. 

 And he let me know in no uncertain terms how upset he was.  Them buggers are loud.