Since I have been leading a quite uneventful life lately, which is good, because once I get bored, I'm sure the laws of physics will plot against me and do something horrible like send a flying monkey directly into the path of my windshield while I am on the freeway, I suppose I should post something. So, here it goes.
I have developed a special kind of hatred for my assistant store manager of five months. After I have answered the very same question six times a day with "I don't know, I haven't been trained to be an assistant store manager because that duty is of an importance above my pay grade and responsibility." I just want to squish him with the forklift. Not that I couldn't be an assistant store manager, or that I don't deserve to be one, just that after five months I'd have been stalking the manager for information on my job. This guy seems to just not care that he makes the big bucks. I'd like to make the big bucks.
My freight truck was a no show this week. Turns out the driver drove to New Haven instead of New Hudson, and since that store has no receiver, some goon unloaded the truck without reading the manifest and next week I am going to have one hell of a mess to clean up since they stocked all the dog food that was supposed to be sent to our store before they noticed a mistake was made. I'm glad I am not in that guy's shoes since the District Manager was asking for him personally this morning.
We actually have a working, though, hardly new, oven. It will probably outlive me. We made nachos and gluten free corn bread and chocolate cake. Jon even liked the gluten free stuff. Surprising, since he is usually really negative about it being "different." It's not that different and I really think he'd feel better if he'd try going gluten free. He has so many allergies, I wouldn't be surprised if gluten was one.
I am still a bottle blonde even though it is an amazing amount of work. I still am tempering the yellow with a mix of conditioner and purple dye. It washes out and I have to redo it every week but it keeps the weird, neon yellow away.
Jon has been referring to his gigantic goldfish as "The Gold Shark." I don't know why, but it cracks me up.
The freeway most convenient to me is now closed until October and the construction crews work 24 hours a day to accomplish this massive amount of work. It is currently stripped down to dirt, some bridges are missing, and there are two concrete crushing, manufacturing plants stuck smack in the middle of where we all used to drive. Just wish the overflow from the freeway didn't spill out onto roads not designed to handle it.
We also have a washing machine hanging out in our living room as we wait for the other one to finish dying. It started making a SQUEEEEE and then I washed something really really muddy and the mud must have gotten into the bearing and the SQUEEEEE stopped for a while. Now, it is making a weird grinding noise so I assume its death is imminent.
It is nearly May and the grass is beginning to turn green. It has been such an awful winter. I can't wait to turn the furnace off. I even see a few leaves sprouting on some trees. Not mine, though, mine are always last to leaf and last to drop.
I have been watching Mad Men and wishing alcohol was still acceptable in the workplace.
My father in law bought me a lucky bamboo plant. Hmmm...maybe it will be lucky and survive my black thumb. Or maybe it will help change my usual bad luck. Remains to be seen.
And, that is that for now.
