Sometimes You Get Lucky

My new little Christmas candles crapped out on me pretty quickly, but it's my own fault.  The instructions said to change the demo batteries out as soon as you get home, but I didn't do that.  I said to myself that I was going to use them as long as they would still work.  Sometimes you get lucky and the demo batteries last quite a long time.  I've had some things that the demo batteries actually lasted a couple of years  

I didn't get lucky this time. 

Oh, well.  It wasn't that big of a deal.  I changed the batteries as soon as I got home this afternoon, and hopefully that fixed the problem. 

I fully intended to blog yesterday, but I was so exhausted when I got home, I just didn't have it in me.  It's not so much physical exhaustion as it is mental.  It's the stress of having someone standing over you all day hollering that you aren't doing enough, but that same person refuses to solve the problems that slow you down so much.  

I was thinking about it just today.  I spend at least 25-30% of my day doing things other than brazing -- from filling out redundant and un necessary paperwork, to doing tubing's scrap, to reordering bad parts...that's the most frustrating part.  Having to walk back and forth to tubing all day reordering parts because they won't make them do them right the first time. 

I'm tired of getting a shrug and a nonchalant, "Just re-order it..."  NO!  I don't want to just re-order it!  I want them to do it right the first time!  That shouldn't be too much to ask, but apparently it is. 

Oh, and I got up with the head of the safety department about when I fell during the fire drill back in October, and he said I absolutely should have written an incident report about that.  If I had been going home, then no, but since it was something the plant made us do, then yes.  I told him I went up to first aid and tried to do just that, she told me I didn't have to.  He said he'd go up there and educate her about it.  

In other news, I debated about whether to do Blogmas again this year, but decided not to.  I didn't want to do my Advent poster again, because I've done it twice before and I'm sure you're bored with it, but I couldn't come up with any other ideas.  

My friend Marcy is doing Flossmas over on her YouTube channel, and in her first episode, she asked what our favorite Christmas movie is.  My answer would be that there are too many good ones out there to choose just one, but if I had to it would be It's A Wonderful Life.   

The ironic thing about that is that the first time I watched it, I absolutely hated it.  However, I don't think that was because of the movie as much as me.  See, we were having a college and career fellowship after church one Sunday night, and they showed that movie.  I already wasn't feeling well, and had a raging headache, which was exacerbated by the fact that they had it sooo very hot in the fellowship hall.  All I could do was lay in the floor with my eyes closed until my friend Jennifer took pity on me and drove me back to the dorm. 

It was years before I even tried to watch it again, and I was like, "This is a lot better than I remembered!"  But then, all I remembered about the first time was how hot it was and how much my head hurt.  

Now it's one I never miss.  I also love the all of the old favorites like Charlie Brown, Santa Clause Is Coming to Town, and all of the versions of A Christmas Carol.  However, a lesser known movie I really, really love is The Christmas Miracle of Jonathan Toomey.  It's available on Tubi, Plex, and Pluto TV, and if you've never seen it, I highly recommend it. 

In yesterday's video she asked what our favorite Christmas ornament is.  I'd have to say it's this Victorian lady, which I bought from Avon years and years ago. 

It doesn't have any sort of sentimental value or anything.  I just like it. 

And finally, the cat seems to be doing a bit better today.  She's trying to put a bit more weight on her injured leg, and seems more perked up, so to speak.  She even tried to go outside with me when I went to get some firewood, but I wouldn't let her.  "You're still too gimpy!"  I admonished. So she went into the bedroom and pouted.  

At this point, I don't really think a trip to the vet is necessary, but I will keep an eye on things just in case.