Spent all week answering questions about chickens for people who are idiots. No, your daughter can't hold a baby chick, don't you see the locked gates surrounding the metal troughs? There is quite a large risk your child will get salmonella and you will try to gain compensation by pressing charges against the store and possibly the corporation. So, the lawyers have taken preventative measures so that they don't have to fight any probable lawsuit. Being placed in a position because I need the money to sell chickens to people who have no idea how to care for them is against my ethics. If you want chickens you should do your research and not buy them because your brat children who feel entitled to do as they please because you have trained them to feel entitled--whine and plead.
Got home from work and Jon told me we are once again waiting on Shane to get off his ass to fill his end of a bargain so we can't leave for vacation on Sunday, as planned, and now must wait until Monday. I was not happy about having to make calls.
The water pump on the Jeep finally took a dump after all week of putting antifreeze into the leaking cooling system. So Ed was called and the part was purchased. It is now fine.
Jon then says that "something" was making a weird grindy, metal noise when he turned his front wheels. I said that it was highly unlikely that it was related to having a water pump replaced and he freaks out about how all I ever tell him that he is wrong. No, I assume it IS making a noise. I just disagree that it could have anything to do with the cooling system and is more likely something such as a bearing giving out. My car did that, too. So it is a steering system issue.
He got all huffy and took his mom's laundry back to her (her washing machine just broke, and having washed many many loads of our clothes when ours was broken we are returning the favor). When he came back, he said he drove angrily (translation: like an idiot...I am glad his car is made of metal and not plastic like mine) the sound went away. So whatever was grinding finally ground down or fell off. He says the Jeep is operating just fine.
So I have spent the day washing dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming, and trying to soothe some sort of weird macho psyche who doesn't want me to "question" his logic. Bah. What bullshit. I'd so much rather have been driving to my parent's house.
I am now watching a movie about Appalachia and a lady who goes there to collect and preserve folk songs. In this weird hill community, apparently everyone has a world-class voice. Not so, being from a small part of that region. Not so at all.
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