I wish last weekend had been interesting in a good way.
However, I spent it bleaching/washing most of the items in my house because Jon had some sort of digestive upset that caused projectile vomiting and simultaneous Diarrhea. Yep. Pretty awful.
I resorted to peeing down the floor drain once again because I didn't want to touch any of the surfaces he'd contaminated by touching. Yep. I refused to touch most of the objects in my house until I could bleach/wash them.
So far, so good. I haven't caught the insidious bug. It's been nearly an entire week so hopefully I'm past all danger.
In other news, I found a men's platinum and gold wedding band abandoned in a parking lot of a steakhouse where. No inscriptions or identifying marks. Plain. Jon sold it at the pawn shop for $200. Think I should start going to steakhouses on Sunday mornings hoping cheating spouses are taking off wedding bands and losing them in the parking lot. $200 is more than I've ever made in a day.
James the Destroyer turns one year old soon. Not sure how that's really possible, but it seems to be. I still find it vaguely depressing that I don't see Ruth at work...and I haven't worked with her in nearly 3 years so it shouldn't be possible that she's the mother of a very active one year old walking baby.
Made a professional photographer angry with my offensive use of the word "ass" while criticizing a photograph of my niece that's not terribly good. Apparently, she's never referred to a donkey as an ass...even though the Bible does, on several occasions. I thought this was hilarious. Bible beaters have always made me laugh with their hypocritical views. Nothing new here.
My ultra conservative Grandmother who believed the word "fart" offensive even used the word "ass" as in "Oh, look at that cute little ass." And yes, she meant donkey. But she was never a hypocrite.
Apparently, people take comments on Facebook photo posts wayyyy too seriously. And hey, I wouldn't have posted it if I'd realized it wasn't on my sister in law's page. But since computer was broken and in for repair and I was using a PS3 to surf and the PS3 doesn't allow certain niceties it confused me and so I ended up posting on the photographer's page. Oh, well, I still find it funny.
Work wise, I hate not having enough people scheduled. I am on the floor too much. I am answering too many loony phone calls. I am boxing up too many chickens and people feel like since the back room doors have windows that those windows are for them to interrupt me while I'm sorting totes to ask me the prices of things. I don't fucking know the price. I told someone I didn't know the current price of Sweet Mix and his jaw just dropped. Sorry I am not a computer and I don't have the capacity of memory to care about and memorize prices on every object in the store. Learn to READ, not panic and find someone to bother.
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