I have figured out that this is a three fold problem One, I don't like to make phone calls anyway being an introvert. Two, I don't like people at my house. It feels like they're violating my sanctuary. I won't call it my safe space, because when I hear that phrase I think tornado shelter. And three, I don't trust myself to make good decisions when it comes to hiring people, based on my past history.
So, now I've identified the problem. Maybe I can work on overcoming it. Add to that the fact that nothing I need done is super urgent, and I'm a terrible procrastinator anyway. For example, one of the things on my list is to get in touch with someone about buying firewood. That's not super urgent, because I still have about half a face cord left from the last time I bought some -- and that's not even counting the tree I had cut down earlier this year. Add to that, I probably won't even burn what I have a whole lot because I bought that space heater at my neighbor's garage sale a few weeks ago...
But I guess you don't really want to hear about my to-do list, do you? I'm sure you're asking, then what did you do today? Well, they're predicting the chance of scattered showers this evening, so I got out the old roto-tiller and went over the garden spot a few times.
It's looking better, but there are still a few high spots I need to level out. I want to see how much it compacts after a good rain or two. I'll probably go over it again a few times, just for the heck of it. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, there's something very theraputic about tilling the soil.
Before I came in, I got a bucket full of dirt and put it into this low spot where I'd had some plumbing work done. You know, that the landscammer was supposed to fill in, but didn't.
I'll probably have to add a bit more once this settles, but I'll have plenty of dirt, that's for sure.
Oh, and by the way, remember when I put all that ant stuff down last weekend? Yeah, I walked out this morning and found four new hills in my front yard.
That white powder is a different kind of ant poison. But anyway, I'll have to try again in the spring, and maybe eventually I'll get rid of the little demon spawns. Maybe I'll set my spreader to a higher number, even though I had it on what the bag said to.
After that, I came inside, took a shower and watched a few Robert Redford movies -- The Horse Whisperer and Jeremiah Johnson to start with, both on Tubi. I found my VHS of The Sting, but remembered I'd unplugged my VCR because I didn't have enough outlets in my power strip. If I can find an extension cord long enough, I'll plug it in just long enough to watch my movie.
In work news, Inspector Gadget really stepped in it yesterday. I was so mad when I got home, I couldn't even post. Really, it's no so much anger as pure frustration. That place sets you up to fail, then wants to yell at you for doing exactly that.
See, yesterday was one of those days when most of us stood around all day waiting for work to come out of tubing. The orders were trickling down the line one at a time, and we brazers couldn't do anything but take turns getting them, while everyone else had to stand there and wait.
This went on all day long, and finally it was almost the end of the shift. Suddenly, Inspector Gadget shows up and starts getting orders together and telling us to come set up on them. Everybody got mad at this, and it isn't so much that he was passing out orders, it was where was he five hours ago? Why wasn't he worried about us being out of work at 10:00? At 11:00? Why did he wait until fifteen minutes until time to go to suddenly become concerned?
These are the kind of things that drive your employees nuts and result in higher turnover rates. My question is, and I think I've asked this before on the blog, if they didn't want him in the front office, what on earth makes them think we want him on the shop floor?
Alls I know is, they're going to have to do something, before he completely destroys what little morale we have out there.
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