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I am highly entertained and down-right fascinated by this:
I think I have to watch it a couple more times just to stop the shock of it all...
I think I have to watch it a couple more times just to stop the shock of it all...
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So, this is a touch old, but still amusing.
They are doing construction on the main north-south thoroughfare here in St Cloud to widen it to two lanes each way and aim it towards the new bridge over the Mississippi to Sauk Rapids. A few weeks ago, I was driving home and spotted a truck for one of the construction companies:
Down-Rite Boring Incorporated.
I kid you not.
hehe
They are doing construction on the main north-south thoroughfare here in St Cloud to widen it to two lanes each way and aim it towards the new bridge over the Mississippi to Sauk Rapids. A few weeks ago, I was driving home and spotted a truck for one of the construction companies:
Down-Rite Boring Incorporated.
I kid you not.
hehe
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Monday was my first class. It is Facilities Planning and Material Handling. I am the only white girl in the class. :) There are two white boys and then there are 2 girls from India, one girl from Nepal, a man from Nepal, a man from Eritrea, and then 5 or six men from India. Decidedly different from the CSCI classes that were filled mostly with Bangladeshis and Japanese.
I'm excited about the class. It'll be tough, though, as there will be two big projects for the semester and I still have my other class that starts tomorrow. My mom and dad think I should ask my employer to reimburse me for this first class because we will be covering 5S and LEAN Manufacturing - which is what our company is trying to start up right now.
Last night I drove down to Minnetonka to have dinner with my mom. She and a couple co-workers flew up from Tampa to help a project up here for a couple of days. We talked for 3 hours straight and I think the waitress was a little frustrated with our slow eating. One of her co-workers is from Puerto Rico originally and she said that as soon as she walked into the hotel room here, she turned the thermostat up to 78 and debated turning it up more. heh.
Our company's winter party was on Saturday. The theme was "prom" and so Tim and I dressed up! We had a really good time. I won a $10 Target gift card for being the best dressed female.
( picture here )
I'm so ready for the trip to Italy....
I'm excited about the class. It'll be tough, though, as there will be two big projects for the semester and I still have my other class that starts tomorrow. My mom and dad think I should ask my employer to reimburse me for this first class because we will be covering 5S and LEAN Manufacturing - which is what our company is trying to start up right now.
Last night I drove down to Minnetonka to have dinner with my mom. She and a couple co-workers flew up from Tampa to help a project up here for a couple of days. We talked for 3 hours straight and I think the waitress was a little frustrated with our slow eating. One of her co-workers is from Puerto Rico originally and she said that as soon as she walked into the hotel room here, she turned the thermostat up to 78 and debated turning it up more. heh.
Our company's winter party was on Saturday. The theme was "prom" and so Tim and I dressed up! We had a really good time. I won a $10 Target gift card for being the best dressed female.
( picture here )
I'm so ready for the trip to Italy....
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He-Man Lebowski
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Oh, lordy. I have to go watch The Big Lebowski, now.
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Oh, lordy. I have to go watch The Big Lebowski, now.
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funny thing...
So "definite" is one of those words that I always have to double check if I spelled it right.
A website I frequently use to check these things is Merriam-Webster Online.
The title of the second tab in my browser right now is: "Definition of definite".
Sorry, but that just makes me giggle.
So "definite" is one of those words that I always have to double check if I spelled it right.
A website I frequently use to check these things is Merriam-Webster Online.
The title of the second tab in my browser right now is: "Definition of definite".
Sorry, but that just makes me giggle.
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A devil food is turning our kids into homosexuals
I'd better warn my husband as I put soy milk on my cereal in the morning...
bbcaddictA devil food is turning our kids into homosexuals
I'd better warn my husband as I put soy milk on my cereal in the morning...
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- rick,
- tim
update
hmmm
Nothing truly interesting going on around here. I had my first meeting with my new grad school advisor, Ben. He really cemented my reasonings for choosing this particular major. We picked out the first two classes I'll take next semester and I just have to find an old report card from SCSU from 4 years ago that might have my tech id and I can start registering for my classes.
The highlight of my day was after leaving Ben's office and I realized I had enough time to stop at home and maybe see Tim for 15 minutes or so. Damn, I love that man. He's on his new evening shift so I don't get to see him until he wakes me up around 1am and then I'm usually incoherent. Mornings I get to see him a little bit, too. I'm ready for Saturday, though!
You know you've worked too long in the printing industry when... So, this lady in customer service has been getting on my nerves more and more over the past month. She gives a maybe 65% effort most of the time and expects perfection from everybody else while she treats them like they don't do that much anyways. So, anyway, I wasn't sure exactly what to do with a request for a customer asking for a font to be increased on a coupon and brought back a screen shot so they could let me know if it was a big enough increase. The distance between the dollar amount and the words was decidedly smaller than before (because the font was bigger). I said it looked like it had about a tenth of an inch between. She said "I don't know what a tenth is. What's a tenth?" And then she proceeded to turn, look at a ruler and say, "Oh, a tenth is almost an eighth. Ok."
I kinda had to leave her cubicle for a while before bursting out laughing.
The printing industry uses eighths and sixteenths and thirty-seconds of inches as primary measuring units. Even though most of our machines are from Germany. But, still. "What's a tenth?" *just shakes her head*
Last night I went out with a bunch of co-workers as it was the end of their work-week (12-hour days like I used to be on). The end of the night was just me, my boss Rick and my co-worker Missy. Missy, having signed her divorce papers not even a month ago. Rick, on his second marriage which has been loveless for at least ten years. Me, who is going on her seventh month of wedded bliss. Just add beer and interesting conversation ensues.
Needless to say, I got home in a shaky state of mind, expecting the marriage to collapse at any second. Which is why I really appreciated the 15 minutes this afternoon of sitting on the stairs with my husband chatting and kissing and grinning at each other all goofy and googly eyed.
Rick, by the way, is very convinced that it isn't until your third marriage that you'll finally be happy. But it takes two years to get over a heartbreak. And two years to get over the infatuation. And, wait, he has to go pee again.
Nothing truly interesting going on around here. I had my first meeting with my new grad school advisor, Ben. He really cemented my reasonings for choosing this particular major. We picked out the first two classes I'll take next semester and I just have to find an old report card from SCSU from 4 years ago that might have my tech id and I can start registering for my classes.
The highlight of my day was after leaving Ben's office and I realized I had enough time to stop at home and maybe see Tim for 15 minutes or so. Damn, I love that man. He's on his new evening shift so I don't get to see him until he wakes me up around 1am and then I'm usually incoherent. Mornings I get to see him a little bit, too. I'm ready for Saturday, though!
You know you've worked too long in the printing industry when... So, this lady in customer service has been getting on my nerves more and more over the past month. She gives a maybe 65% effort most of the time and expects perfection from everybody else while she treats them like they don't do that much anyways. So, anyway, I wasn't sure exactly what to do with a request for a customer asking for a font to be increased on a coupon and brought back a screen shot so they could let me know if it was a big enough increase. The distance between the dollar amount and the words was decidedly smaller than before (because the font was bigger). I said it looked like it had about a tenth of an inch between. She said "I don't know what a tenth is. What's a tenth?" And then she proceeded to turn, look at a ruler and say, "Oh, a tenth is almost an eighth. Ok."
I kinda had to leave her cubicle for a while before bursting out laughing.
The printing industry uses eighths and sixteenths and thirty-seconds of inches as primary measuring units. Even though most of our machines are from Germany. But, still. "What's a tenth?" *just shakes her head*
Last night I went out with a bunch of co-workers as it was the end of their work-week (12-hour days like I used to be on). The end of the night was just me, my boss Rick and my co-worker Missy. Missy, having signed her divorce papers not even a month ago. Rick, on his second marriage which has been loveless for at least ten years. Me, who is going on her seventh month of wedded bliss. Just add beer and interesting conversation ensues.
Needless to say, I got home in a shaky state of mind, expecting the marriage to collapse at any second. Which is why I really appreciated the 15 minutes this afternoon of sitting on the stairs with my husband chatting and kissing and grinning at each other all goofy and googly eyed.
Rick, by the way, is very convinced that it isn't until your third marriage that you'll finally be happy. But it takes two years to get over a heartbreak. And two years to get over the infatuation. And, wait, he has to go pee again.
Mmmmm bacon....
It's amazing how you can get distracted on the internet and wind up finding out where "bringing home the bacon" originated from: The Dunmow Flitch Trials.
The Flitch Oath:
Two particularly amusing parts are on the Successful Claimants page
Successful Claimants:
4 August 1890 - Mr & Mrs John Hoy (this flitch was not awarded by The Jury but was given by a visitor to stop these unsuccessful claimants complaining.) - Tottenham, London
And a small note at the bottom of the page:
I'm not quite sure if we'd be able to "bring home the bacon" as we are both feisty and strong opinioned. Perhaps when we're much much older and calmed a bit? *shrug* Half the fun of being married to each other is trying to get a rise out of the other. :)
The Dunmow Flitch Trials exist to award a flitch (side) of bacon to married couples (who may come from anywhere in the world) if they can satisfy the Judge and Jury of 6 maidens and 6 bachelors that in ' twelvemonth and a day' they have 'not wisht themselves unmarried again'.
The Flitch Oath:
YOU DO SWEAR BY CUSTOM OF CONFESSION
THAT YOU NE'ER MADE NUPTUAL TRANSGRESSION
NOR SINCE YOU WERE MARRIED MAN AND WIFE
BY HOUSEHOLD BRAWLS OR CONTENTIOUS STRIFE
OR OTHERWISE IN BED OR AT BOARD
OFFENDED EACH OTHER IN DEED OR IN WORD
OR IN A TWELVE MONTHS TIME AND A DAY
REPENTED NOT IN THOUGHT IN ANY WAY
OR SINCE THE CHURCH CLERK SAID AMEN
WISH'T YOURSELVES UNMARRIED AGAIN
BUT CONTINUE TRUE AND DESIRE
AS WHEN YOU JOINED HANDS IN HOLY QUIRE.
Two particularly amusing parts are on the Successful Claimants page
Successful Claimants:
4 August 1890 - Mr & Mrs John Hoy (this flitch was not awarded by The Jury but was given by a visitor to stop these unsuccessful claimants complaining.) - Tottenham, London
And a small note at the bottom of the page:
You will note that sometimes only the names of husbands are recorded as being worthy of the Flitch. It has been suggested that this was because the bacon was a reward for the patience of enduring husbands. I shall refrain from comment. (Author - a wife ).
I'm not quite sure if we'd be able to "bring home the bacon" as we are both feisty and strong opinioned. Perhaps when we're much much older and calmed a bit? *shrug* Half the fun of being married to each other is trying to get a rise out of the other. :)
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While the Jill is away, the furries come out to play...
Texts from Tim
I think that last one he sent me yesterday is my favorite. I laughed out loud when I read it. The cat sits in front of the heat vent in the floor of the bathroom whenever the furnace kicks in. She poses herself so as to absorb as much of the heat as possible. This spot's only competition is in front of the patio door, nose pressed to the glass, waiting to go outside.
heh
(I work too much if the most conversations I get from my husband in a day consist of text messages)
- 10/19/06 15:08 Kitty just burrowed under a blanket next to me. Just the tip of her tail is showing. heh.
- 10/19/06 11:14 I was going to best buy to get stargate but they were not open yet. Got shoes at shopko and they had stargate too. Got a fire and a kitty so I'm all set :-)
- 10/19/06 09:36 Wow. You know the guy in dazed and confused who gets in the fight at the outdoor party? Well I just met his red headed twin. Same voice too.
- 10/18/06 17:17 I couldn't find a happy medium when I was sleeping so I went with cold. Now I am sitting in kittys spot in the bathroom. She wanted out so is open.
I think that last one he sent me yesterday is my favorite. I laughed out loud when I read it. The cat sits in front of the heat vent in the floor of the bathroom whenever the furnace kicks in. She poses herself so as to absorb as much of the heat as possible. This spot's only competition is in front of the patio door, nose pressed to the glass, waiting to go outside.
heh
(I work too much if the most conversations I get from my husband in a day consist of text messages)
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Court says 25,500 euros is too much to fondle bosom
Maybe she just has really great, er, bosoms. Or, maybe he's really gross and anyone would charge at least that much for him to touch your, um, bosoms.
Maybe she just has really great, er, bosoms. Or, maybe he's really gross and anyone would charge at least that much for him to touch your, um, bosoms.
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Stolen from verucagonff. Reminds me of things timecrash would post about oh so long ago.
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I feel dirty.
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I feel dirty.
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I'm finally training in a new guy at work. The last guy I trained in lasted an hour before he pissed me off and Lars had to train him in instead. That was in 2004. So finally, two years later, they've given me a trainee again.
Now, just to set the record straight, the guy I trained in two years ago was from Belarus and seemed to have issues taking any kind of orders from females. And, that first hour, all I was doing was showing him some of the software we used. He asked me if I heard about some different text editor and when I shook my head, he laughed and sneered, "HA! I know more than you."
So. Anyhoo. New guy. I think I've successfully almost made his head explode today. Oops. I realize its a lot of information to try to cram into anyone's brain, and today is only his second day! He's putting up with it rather well, atually. He actually just graduated from tech college (I think just this month) and he's turning 21 next month. So he's older than my brother but still looks younger. He keeps trying to convince me to play Age of Empires 3 with him and his friends over the internet.
I was particularly amused today when he said I look almost exactly like "the girl from Spider-Man".
*shrug*
I told Tim that and his response: "Just remember to keep wearing your wedding ring at work."
HA!
Now, just to set the record straight, the guy I trained in two years ago was from Belarus and seemed to have issues taking any kind of orders from females. And, that first hour, all I was doing was showing him some of the software we used. He asked me if I heard about some different text editor and when I shook my head, he laughed and sneered, "HA! I know more than you."
So. Anyhoo. New guy. I think I've successfully almost made his head explode today. Oops. I realize its a lot of information to try to cram into anyone's brain, and today is only his second day! He's putting up with it rather well, atually. He actually just graduated from tech college (I think just this month) and he's turning 21 next month. So he's older than my brother but still looks younger. He keeps trying to convince me to play Age of Empires 3 with him and his friends over the internet.
I was particularly amused today when he said I look almost exactly like "the girl from Spider-Man".
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*shrug*
I told Tim that and his response: "Just remember to keep wearing your wedding ring at work."
HA!
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Justice Denied -- an interesting read about Washington State's current Marriage debate.
I spent the weekend with the Minnesota equivalent to the Kennedys. Our governor's niece and nephew actually. Niece is a thirty-something married mother of three and spent most of the weekend flirting with the brothers we were with, hitting on her brother's friend "Cubis" and then, just before we packed up the tailgating party, showed another man her boobs after she explained how she feloniously (!) crawled out the back window of a cop car while she was a sophomore in college.
Just before she discussed her illegal activities, her brother proceeded to chant his favorite saying of the weekend -- Hooryayyyyy beer -- and barfed ten times in a circle around the vehicles in the parking lot. Then he Hulk Hoganed his t-shirt, tossed around a lawn chair he had broken the day before, and proudly gave tours of his barf puddles to anyone interested.
But don't mention any of those damn liberals around them.
Did I mention her husband calls her the "Kaiser"?
It's fricken hot out in Kansas City. Especially when you decide to bake yourself in the parking lot. The Twins won both Friday's and Saturday's games. I found the city itself very unsettling, however. The poverty makes North Minneapolis look like Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. There's this elite "Country Club Plaza" area downtown that had Armani and Coach stores and the like and is touted for being modelled after Seville, Spain. I missed the turn and two blocks north of it is a grungy liquor store. All along the freeway there are crumbling houses and neighborhoods. A block away from the Jazz Museum and Negro League Baseball Museum is absolute poverty.
The thing that confused me the most was the lack of beautiful public spaces. There are some beautiful parks around the Blue River on Cleaver II Blvd but no parking lots. Beatiful fountains and concrete embankments, but no parking lots for anyone to park at and enjoy the park itself. If I lived in that city and it was that freaking hot on a weekend, I would have loved to be in that park along the river, watching the geese and the fountains and enjoying it all. But I wouldn't have been able to because there was no place to park. Who thought that genius idea up?
The weekend was a lot of fun, however. Grilling and drinking and dancing in the parking lot at Kauffman Stadium. Friday is Fireworks Night, so even though the Royals lost, the fireworks rivalled St. Cloud's Sesquicentennial celebration. I tried the "World Famous" Arthur Bryant's BBQ (just a few blocks from the Jazz and Negro Leagues museums). It was pretty good. I met Mudcat Grant who is an amazing story-teller and helped me feel better as a white person from Minnesota. (We apparently treated black baseball players like humans, which was a novelty back in the day.)
We saw a covered bridge in Madison County, Iowa. You can't drive through it anymore. We stopped at the gas station next to it for a pee break and ran into the scariest backwater inbreds I've ever seen. That 10-ish year old boy just did not look right. His older sister walked in and she didn't either. His mom had a fly land and sit on her back for a few minutes. I think it rode on her out the door, too. *shudder*
Gonna go snuggle with the man now and maybe pet me a furry kitty cat. She was so happy to see us come home tonight she was squeal-purring.
I spent the weekend with the Minnesota equivalent to the Kennedys. Our governor's niece and nephew actually. Niece is a thirty-something married mother of three and spent most of the weekend flirting with the brothers we were with, hitting on her brother's friend "Cubis" and then, just before we packed up the tailgating party, showed another man her boobs after she explained how she feloniously (!) crawled out the back window of a cop car while she was a sophomore in college.
Just before she discussed her illegal activities, her brother proceeded to chant his favorite saying of the weekend -- Hooryayyyyy beer -- and barfed ten times in a circle around the vehicles in the parking lot. Then he Hulk Hoganed his t-shirt, tossed around a lawn chair he had broken the day before, and proudly gave tours of his barf puddles to anyone interested.
But don't mention any of those damn liberals around them.
Did I mention her husband calls her the "Kaiser"?
It's fricken hot out in Kansas City. Especially when you decide to bake yourself in the parking lot. The Twins won both Friday's and Saturday's games. I found the city itself very unsettling, however. The poverty makes North Minneapolis look like Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. There's this elite "Country Club Plaza" area downtown that had Armani and Coach stores and the like and is touted for being modelled after Seville, Spain. I missed the turn and two blocks north of it is a grungy liquor store. All along the freeway there are crumbling houses and neighborhoods. A block away from the Jazz Museum and Negro League Baseball Museum is absolute poverty.
The thing that confused me the most was the lack of beautiful public spaces. There are some beautiful parks around the Blue River on Cleaver II Blvd but no parking lots. Beatiful fountains and concrete embankments, but no parking lots for anyone to park at and enjoy the park itself. If I lived in that city and it was that freaking hot on a weekend, I would have loved to be in that park along the river, watching the geese and the fountains and enjoying it all. But I wouldn't have been able to because there was no place to park. Who thought that genius idea up?
The weekend was a lot of fun, however. Grilling and drinking and dancing in the parking lot at Kauffman Stadium. Friday is Fireworks Night, so even though the Royals lost, the fireworks rivalled St. Cloud's Sesquicentennial celebration. I tried the "World Famous" Arthur Bryant's BBQ (just a few blocks from the Jazz and Negro Leagues museums). It was pretty good. I met Mudcat Grant who is an amazing story-teller and helped me feel better as a white person from Minnesota. (We apparently treated black baseball players like humans, which was a novelty back in the day.)
We saw a covered bridge in Madison County, Iowa. You can't drive through it anymore. We stopped at the gas station next to it for a pee break and ran into the scariest backwater inbreds I've ever seen. That 10-ish year old boy just did not look right. His older sister walked in and she didn't either. His mom had a fly land and sit on her back for a few minutes. I think it rode on her out the door, too. *shudder*
Gonna go snuggle with the man now and maybe pet me a furry kitty cat. She was so happy to see us come home tonight she was squeal-purring.
Parties with naked man-ass are parties to remember!
Arrived home absolutely exhausted after our adventures yestrday.
I must say I thoroughly enjoy intelligent conversation. Of which much was had at the Monkey House ofviksin and princeaeneas. :)
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Did you know the president will be 60 on July 6th?
I got some mail from my mother the other day. It included a card, a check (to pay for part of my cousin's baby shower gift), and page 1E of the June 20th St. Petersburg Times.
A handwritten note from my mother:
Secretary TO THE PEOPLE by John Barry
Definitely an interesting read.
A handwritten note from my mother:
Hi Jill -
This piece of performance art is hilarious/serious! I thought it deserved a lo-tech delivery. Besides - some of the other articles in this paper are pretty entertaining, too.
Enjoy. Love, Mom
Secretary TO THE PEOPLE by John Barry
Definitely an interesting read.
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Found a neat photo that made me giggle:
fromla_guinevere's trip to Perth, Australia.
This is a pic of seagull feet on an umbrella!
heehee
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la_guinevere's trip to Perth, Australia.This is a pic of seagull feet on an umbrella!
heehee
Arm Pokers Anonymous
For some reason today I keep thinking I'm 26.
I gave blood today. The first time since oh so long ago at Anoka Ramsey Community College. All of the years since then I haven't had enough iron. But this year, I was one point above the cut-off. I think it's probably due to the increase of spinach intake I've had over the last year. :)
So, anyway, It's incredibly busy at work and I expected to go in there, get my finger pricked and then they kick me out for having low hematocrit and I'd go back to work on my merry way.
No such luck this time.
My biggest fear is that I'll have some n00b who decides to go deep sea fishing in my arm and I end up losing a chunk of flesh. Not these pros. After the girl poked my arm a bunch (with her finger) and had her supervisor poke my arm a bunch (with his finger) they found a nice big hidden vein and bypassed the very obvious (but far too thin) blue one on the surface. *POKE* and it was in. Less than seven minutes later I was up on my feet.
Less than a minute later, I was down. I couldn't see anymore and the piped in music was fading fast. They made me lie down with my feet up. "Are you better now?" "Hey! I can see again!" A while later, I slowly trodded back in to work. I only had 15 minutes left of my official shift.
I had expected to be in and out of there fast, so I had sent Tim a text saying I'd be late from work cuz it was so busy. But I was drained. Literally. And people kept commenting that I looked it as well. So I left on time today, with my boss's blessing, and managed not to black out on the way home.
One of the arm pokers (not my arm poker) looked incredibly familiar to me. Her name was Kate. Being my usual blunt self, I said, "Kate. How do I know you?" We figured out that I used to date Bryan and she used to work with him at Out N About. She's cool. A feisty gal who is in the process of buying a house now. It was nice seeing her.
And now for some pizza!
I gave blood today. The first time since oh so long ago at Anoka Ramsey Community College. All of the years since then I haven't had enough iron. But this year, I was one point above the cut-off. I think it's probably due to the increase of spinach intake I've had over the last year. :)
So, anyway, It's incredibly busy at work and I expected to go in there, get my finger pricked and then they kick me out for having low hematocrit and I'd go back to work on my merry way.
No such luck this time.
My biggest fear is that I'll have some n00b who decides to go deep sea fishing in my arm and I end up losing a chunk of flesh. Not these pros. After the girl poked my arm a bunch (with her finger) and had her supervisor poke my arm a bunch (with his finger) they found a nice big hidden vein and bypassed the very obvious (but far too thin) blue one on the surface. *POKE* and it was in. Less than seven minutes later I was up on my feet.
Less than a minute later, I was down. I couldn't see anymore and the piped in music was fading fast. They made me lie down with my feet up. "Are you better now?" "Hey! I can see again!" A while later, I slowly trodded back in to work. I only had 15 minutes left of my official shift.
I had expected to be in and out of there fast, so I had sent Tim a text saying I'd be late from work cuz it was so busy. But I was drained. Literally. And people kept commenting that I looked it as well. So I left on time today, with my boss's blessing, and managed not to black out on the way home.
One of the arm pokers (not my arm poker) looked incredibly familiar to me. Her name was Kate. Being my usual blunt self, I said, "Kate. How do I know you?" We figured out that I used to date Bryan and she used to work with him at Out N About. She's cool. A feisty gal who is in the process of buying a house now. It was nice seeing her.
And now for some pizza!