Haha, a day in the life.
I got up at 8:45, which seems late but I am usually up until after midnight. Last night it was 12:30 when I went to bed.
So I need to be up and showered and all that before 9:30 which is when I can clock in and do whatever work from home stuff that needs to be done.
I usually eat breakfast while I'm working.
Today I had eight emails in my work inbox. Answering them takes time, sometimes I don't have an answer and have to track it down.
Also had a new kid enrolled on Friday. First day was today. This child's parents have a custody agreement, and have their parenting plan in place as to who picks the kid up and which days are for which parent, but it alternates weeks.
So I was asking questions of my manager and the registration department to make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.
I'm working on a couple projects and had to gather some supplies to take with me today, too. I was done around noon.
Then on my way to the freeway I had to stop at Sprawlmart for some clear bins. Our school had a raging rodent infestation during the summer. Large AND small, apparently. Rats here and there and a literal ravenous horde of mice.
They did a couple major construction projects in the building and disturbed a lot of critters. When I went to the school August 23rd, the first thing they told me to do was to make sure all my kid snacks were in sealed bins.
Told me to let the custodian know if I saw any signs of activity.
Reported some droppings to him.
I still have traps in my back room today.
So I immediately communicated with my manager person, to the guy who distributes stuff from the warehouse AND to the person in charge of procuring supplies. When I dropped by the school on the 30th, all the snacks had been delivered. They were in open banker boxes, sitting on the floor, easily accessible to any hungry little beast that happened to walk by. Great.
So I called my manager who basically shrugged and said something like, 'Huh, don't know what to tell you,' and that was that.
I did what I always do. Took care of it. I took the lid off the big bin of beanie babies (say that fast three times) and transferred them to the bin that had our playground equipment in it. So then I had to dig out the ball bag that was... somewhere in that back room for the playground equipment. I put the snacks in the bin that had a lid. Borrowed a 2nd bin from the PTA lady, promising to return it later.
Well, we're now in our 5th week of school and Friday was our delivery and I still did not get what I needed. So I just went and picked them up myself this afternoon. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
As I was leaving Sprawlmart some dipshit tried to hit my car in the parking lot. I had backed all the way out of my parking spot, put the car in drive and was turning the wheel to go straight and he came barreling up behind me, whipped around me on the right and laid on the horn, zipping into a parking place two whole spaces ahead.
Instead of, you know, waiting his goddamn turn.
I don't usually bother, but my window was down on the passenger side, so I told him he was a fucking idiot as I was driving past. I'm sure his feelings were deeply hurt, and that he was humbled and he'll never do anything stupid behind the wheel again.
Yeah, what a burrrrnnnn!!
Hahaha.
I was idly pondering idiots on the road today while I was driving to my school. I spend a bit of time on the freeways and I've noticed a few things. One, a lot of people don't understand what a freeway is for.
Here's a low-tech explanation picture to explain how to use a freeway. For the sake of argument, let's say it's a 3 lane freeway.
The right lane is the travel lane.
Center lane is for passing.
Left lane? Crime.
I got up at 8:45, which seems late but I am usually up until after midnight. Last night it was 12:30 when I went to bed.
So I need to be up and showered and all that before 9:30 which is when I can clock in and do whatever work from home stuff that needs to be done.
I usually eat breakfast while I'm working.
Today I had eight emails in my work inbox. Answering them takes time, sometimes I don't have an answer and have to track it down.
Also had a new kid enrolled on Friday. First day was today. This child's parents have a custody agreement, and have their parenting plan in place as to who picks the kid up and which days are for which parent, but it alternates weeks.
So I was asking questions of my manager and the registration department to make sure I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.
I'm working on a couple projects and had to gather some supplies to take with me today, too. I was done around noon.
Then on my way to the freeway I had to stop at Sprawlmart for some clear bins. Our school had a raging rodent infestation during the summer. Large AND small, apparently. Rats here and there and a literal ravenous horde of mice.
They did a couple major construction projects in the building and disturbed a lot of critters. When I went to the school August 23rd, the first thing they told me to do was to make sure all my kid snacks were in sealed bins.
Told me to let the custodian know if I saw any signs of activity.
Reported some droppings to him.
I still have traps in my back room today.
So I immediately communicated with my manager person, to the guy who distributes stuff from the warehouse AND to the person in charge of procuring supplies. When I dropped by the school on the 30th, all the snacks had been delivered. They were in open banker boxes, sitting on the floor, easily accessible to any hungry little beast that happened to walk by. Great.
So I called my manager who basically shrugged and said something like, 'Huh, don't know what to tell you,' and that was that.
I did what I always do. Took care of it. I took the lid off the big bin of beanie babies (say that fast three times) and transferred them to the bin that had our playground equipment in it. So then I had to dig out the ball bag that was... somewhere in that back room for the playground equipment. I put the snacks in the bin that had a lid. Borrowed a 2nd bin from the PTA lady, promising to return it later.
Well, we're now in our 5th week of school and Friday was our delivery and I still did not get what I needed. So I just went and picked them up myself this afternoon. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
As I was leaving Sprawlmart some dipshit tried to hit my car in the parking lot. I had backed all the way out of my parking spot, put the car in drive and was turning the wheel to go straight and he came barreling up behind me, whipped around me on the right and laid on the horn, zipping into a parking place two whole spaces ahead.
Instead of, you know, waiting his goddamn turn.
I don't usually bother, but my window was down on the passenger side, so I told him he was a fucking idiot as I was driving past. I'm sure his feelings were deeply hurt, and that he was humbled and he'll never do anything stupid behind the wheel again.
Yeah, what a burrrrnnnn!!
Hahaha.
I was idly pondering idiots on the road today while I was driving to my school. I spend a bit of time on the freeways and I've noticed a few things. One, a lot of people don't understand what a freeway is for.
Here's a low-tech explanation picture to explain how to use a freeway. For the sake of argument, let's say it's a 3 lane freeway.
The right lane is the travel lane.
Center lane is for passing.
Left lane? Crime.
It just doesn't seem that difficult. Maybe I'm missing something. If you wanna get on the freeway and poke along, get in the right lane.
I frequently crime in the left lane. Criming along with hundreds of other cars going 65 or 70. 70 is my limit, though. If traffic's going faster than 70, then I'm in the passing (center) lane. No wish to get a ticket. I'm also not passing everyone else on the road. If traffic is going along at 60 in the fast lane, then so am I.
Like I said, it just doesn't seem that difficult. Last thing for tonight, Olivia's mom is apparently tired of daily wet pants.
Olivia gets ICE CREAM if she goes a whole week without having wet pants. I may not agree with the whole food as a reward thing (I'm not big on rewards anyway, as y'all know) but it's not my kid and if it works to make her stop wetting her pants, I'm a fan.
Okay. Time to go to bed. Getting too old to stay up half the night and still manage to work without feeling like I'm 200 years old the next day.
We're going to be making some stuff this week. Kids are excited. I'm constantly doing mental inventory so I can remember all the things I want to take to work with me. Only to turn around and bring them all home again when Halloween is over.
I'll have photos for you sometime soon.
Sometimes you must pick your battles. If ice cream gets her to stop wetting her pants, well....it worked. I tend to stay in the travel lane, which is generally going at least 60 anyway.
ReplyDeleteYes, I would love for Olivia to NOT wet her pants every day. While we're on that topic, I sincerely feel that five years old is too young to be in school all day long. They're still so small and they get tired and there is SO MUCH going on that they're exhausted, hungry and crabby at the end of the day.
DeleteThe travel lane here is usually 50 to 51 MPH. LOL
Also a bunch of people who cannot PICK. A. SPEED. Aggravation. Don't need it.
Those poor rodents. I'd be leaving out snacks for them. LOL
ReplyDeletePeople driving make me mad when they are just totally dumb.
Well apparently snacks *were* left out for them. They trapped 'hundreds ' from what the custodian said.
DeleteOne benefit of being retired is seldom needing to be somewhere by a certain time. I often take paved country roads which adds all of 15 minutes to my travel time. Remembering the geography where you live, probably not an option.
ReplyDeleteI try to allow a bit of extra time when commuting. It's 37 minutes at best. A bit slower at worst. Ha.
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