So That Happened

After all my ranting and raving the last two days, guess what happened at work today.  Go on, guess!  

OK, I'll tell you.  I got an order this morning that takes four adapter tubes.  When I started setting up on that order, I discovered that three of the four tubes were bent wrong.  Not just slightly out of specs, either.  They were way wrong.  As in, not even close. 

Did you catch that?  On a single order, 75% of the parts I received from tubing were wrong.  Wrong to the point that they were unusable. THAT is why it's so frustrating and stressful to work there. 

I went over to the computer to pull up a print, just to make sure I wasn't crazy before I went over to tubing and started clowning, only I couldn't get the print to pull up.  Funny thing, instead of just saying "File not found" or something along those lines, our program gives you a whole paragraph telling you what could be said in three little words.  I don't rightly know what it says.  I've never bothered to read it. 

I put the number in a few times to make sure I hadn't fat fingered something, and when it still didn't come up, I took my pick list over to Group Leader Shark, and told her what I'd done and that when I entered the number, it just said those words.  She got on to her computer and tried to pull a print, but it did the same thing.  Finally, she said, "Just give them to me, and I'll take them to tubing.  I'm going over there anyway."  

Fortunately, it was only an 8 piece order this time, so it didn't take long to get the parts re-cut, but still...every single day at the morning meeting Group Leader Shark says, "Do your first and last piece inspection," but for some reason, the ones who do the adapter tubes never seem to think she's talking to them.  I can understand making a mistake every now and again.  We are human beings, after all.  But this is every single order, every single day.  Something is always going to be wrong with something. 

On a similar note, Demi-god met me as soon as I got into the department this morning and said, "My daddy got mad as **** yesterday."    After The Warden left, some of the supervisors had stopped wearing their uniforms -- including Demi-god's dad.  Yesterday, one of the other supervisors tattled on them, so they had a big meeting with New Boss, and he told them they had to start wearing them again.  New Boss told them he wanted them to look professional.  

I'm going to say what I said the first time someone made them start wearing khakis instead of jeans.  "It's a factory.  How professional do you expect them to look?"

Oh, and I'd briefly thought about giving New Boss a blog nickname.  My cousin used to say, "So and so has all the personality of a piece of cardboard."  I was going to call New Boss "Cardboard Boss" but I didn't want anyone to think he was the new supreme leader of Iran or anything like that.  

IYKYK

In other news, I hadn't planned on going to the store today.  Friday before a major holiday and all, I figured it'd be a mad house.  I was going to wait until Monday to go, since I have a dentist appointment that afternoon and would be in town anyway, but then, I got to thinking, "Even though it's just me, I still deserve to have a nice dinner for Easter," so I went.  And I was right.  It was a madhouse.   

I'd planned on getting a ham -- briefly contemplating the irony of celebrating the resurrection of a Jewish man by eating ham, but that same man said it's not what goes in to the body that makes you unclean, it's what comes out of your heart.  By that, he meant that all foods are clean.  (Mark 7:19)

And every Cajun on the face of the earth said, "Whew!"  

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. 

In the end, I didn't get a ham.  The cheapest one I found was $15, and I just didn't want to pay that, so I got a rotisserie chicken instead, and some macaroni salad to go with it.  I also splurged and got some candy, since my blood sugar has been pretty good here lately.   

Naturally, while I was there, I had to go into the garden center.  I'd intended to pick up some Roma tomato plants, but bought seeds instead.  

I'm not sure why.  I might go back Monday and get some plants already started.  Or I might not.  I might go ahead and start these seeds.  I'll decide later.  

I also bought six sweet banana pepper plants.  

I've decided to go ahead and harden them slowly, as if I'd had them inside all along, because I don't know how much direct sunlight they were getting on that shelf in Walmart.  

Speaking of, I noticed a few of my basil leaves have what appears to be sunburned spots, but the new leaves will probably be fine since they'll be used to full sun from the very beginning. 

I'm probably going to up-pot some of the bigger ones this weekend before the storms get here.   By the way, chance of tornadoes is low with this one, but we can still have damaging winds and hopefully some rain.  Rain which we desperately need...

Despite the lack of rain, my newest baby bluebonnet is getting bigger by the day. 

And look what I found on the others! 

Do you know what those are?  Seed pods!  I might just get me a stand going after all.  

In the meantime,  the ones I've got are looking pretty good. 

I think this will be the last of the daffodils, though. 

They kind of surprised me.  I had thought the daffs were done for the year. 

And finally, while I was in the Garden Center, three big Chinooks flew over.  I was able to get a shot of two of them. 

The really cool thing is, after I got home, they flew over the house, too!  I used to see this kind of thing all the time when I lived closer to the airport, but not so much since I moved into this house.  I can often hear them, but usually can't see them due to the trees and such like. 

Maybe next time, it'll be Apaches.

Hey, a girl can dream.  Right?