Rebates

I use a lot of those rebate apps.  I know you know what I mean --  Ibotta, Fetch, and the like.  I'd have to say Ibotta is my favorite.  I've gotten enough back to buy not only my electronic piano, but a bed, dresser, and two nightstands for Cody and Brennan's room.  

Their room here at my house, I mean.  

On the flip side, there are a few I simply did not like.  Upside, for one.  What I didn't like about that was that it requires you to check in to the app while you're at the gas station.  That just didn't feel safe to me, so I dumped it. 

Another one I didn't like was called Receipt Hog.  In that one, you have to scan your receipts to get spins.  Then you go into the app and spin a slot machine to see if you win any coins, which can then be redeemed for a gift card or Paypal payout.  The problem with that one is, just like a regular slot machine, more often than not, you don't win anything.  I kept saying I was going to drop it, and this week, at long last, I did. 

It took six years, but I finally earned enough coins to redeem for a $40 Amazon card.  I cashed that puppy out and dropped the app post haste.  And I know you're waiting with baited breath to see just what it is I bought with my unexpected windfall.  

OK, I'll show you.  Covers for my Adirondack chairs.  

Don't envy me my exciting life.  

But look at it this way, now I can sit down in my chair without having to scrub bird poop off of it first.  I'm hoping it will keep the dew off, as well so I can sit out there in the mornings and enjoy my cup of coffee, and maybe even put a little fire in the fire pit -- if it ever cools off enough, that is. 

The other thing I bought was a solar powered house number light thingy.  

That's not my house number, by the way.  It came with stick on numbers so it can be customized.  

I'd wanted something like this for a while now.  I do have house numbers on one of the posts on my carport, but they don't really show up that well, and apparently some people can't translate the huge numbers on my mailbox to "This is that house." 

At least I have confidence that emergency services will be able to find me should the need arise. 

In work news, I heard this morning that Stalker got hired down at another local factory, the one The Warden went to.  Word is, after he got fired last week -- or whenever it was, time flies when you're having fun, you know-- he went down there and begged The Warden for a job, so The Warden hired him.  That right there just shows that The Warden has no business running a plant. 

Doesn't surprise me, though.  After all, The Warden literally made up a position so Stalker could keep his job after they wanted to get rid of him from the prototype shop.  Some of the other brazers don't think Stalker will last long down there, because they don't play.  They're going to make him work and he absolutely hates that.  He likes those jobs where he gets paid a lot of money to do very little.  

By the way, one of the other brazers said The Warden is being an absolute terror in his new job.  

On a similar note, the new boss finally showed his face in the plant and we have a name.  He doesn't have a blog nickname yet.  He'll have to earn that.  Inspector Gadget naively thinks he's going to suddenly give us the management support we so desperately need, but haven't gotten in ages. 

I'm not holding my breath on that one.  How many bosses have come and gone since I've been out there, and nothing ever gets better.  

I can't wait to retire.

And just so this post isn't a total waste of your time, I managed to get a not very good photo of the Harvest Moon.  

 Well, the cat just ran into the house growling like a tiger, so I guess I'd better go see what that's all about.  My guess is it's that tabby tom cat that sometimes hangs around. 

I'm pretty sure he belongs to somebody.  He's too fat to be a stray.