I have been reading the news headlines popping up in the corner of my computer screen saying Friday a worm in due to wreck havoc on those old computers lacking the most updated protection against this new destructive worm that will wipe out all your files, as it does around the world once a month.
So what else is new? Is this really an advertisement for security software?
I do have back up discs for important files on my computer just in case my top security program is breached. Sometimes I wonder if I'm better off without having internet access. Nah, I need my nonprescription medicines I can't find in local stores. And I love to write in my blogs. Post later. Bye!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Delay the cat
Just when I think things can't get anymore depressing and look for the silver lining in my tearful cloud, I get hit with more bad news. I have been waiting for a kitten to be born for months now and I get presented with the new pet rules of the new management of my apartment.
Old management rules: Cats only, $200 pet deposit of which $100 is refundable upon leaving, and an extra $10 placed on you monthly rent.
New management rules: Dogs, cats, fish, birds, reptiles, and small mammals allowed, with exception to ferrets and agressive dog breeds. Plus $200 nonrefundable pet fee and $100 pet deposit for any kind of pet. In addition to $10 extra per pet on your monthly rent. Also, dogs are only allowed to live on the north side (where I am) and cats are only allowed to live on the south side.
Better delay taking a kitten into my home until I move to a more pet friendly environment. Though that often does not mean much since management companies change every year. I hate moving, but necessary to live in nice apartments. Post later. Bye!
Old management rules: Cats only, $200 pet deposit of which $100 is refundable upon leaving, and an extra $10 placed on you monthly rent.
New management rules: Dogs, cats, fish, birds, reptiles, and small mammals allowed, with exception to ferrets and agressive dog breeds. Plus $200 nonrefundable pet fee and $100 pet deposit for any kind of pet. In addition to $10 extra per pet on your monthly rent. Also, dogs are only allowed to live on the north side (where I am) and cats are only allowed to live on the south side.
Better delay taking a kitten into my home until I move to a more pet friendly environment. Though that often does not mean much since management companies change every year. I hate moving, but necessary to live in nice apartments. Post later. Bye!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Catch Me If You Can
I bought the movie Catch Me If You Can with Tom Hanks and Leonardo Dicaprio. I saw it in the movie theater and loved it. We at the car rentals don't deal with checks and check fraud, but we deal with licenses and credit cards.
I hate the new Iowa licenses because the addresses is so tiny we need a magnifying glass to read them. But of course the birth date is easy to find in large red numbers. Though I appreaciate that the new Iowa licenses no longer reflect light so badly it blinds us trying to read it. I actually had one girl ask me how we know her real age when I told her a customer must be 21 to rent a car. I answered that it is on her driver's license unless she is telling me it is a fake ID. Only someone under 21 would ask that question.
Though credit cards can be deceiving to the customer. Some car rentals only rent by real credit cards only upfront. People often think if it has a Visa or Mastercard logo that it is a real credit card. Um, no. A REAL credit card is attached to a line of credit of a credit card company that can be forced charged when necessary by the car rental company.
-A gift credit card is NOT a REAL credit card, it is a gift certificate and no car rental at the Des Moines airport will accept it as a credit card because it is not. I have noticed many gift credit cards must be tilted slightly for the "debit" word on the card to appear, otherwise it is camaflouged in the same color as the card.
-Debit/Check cards that are NOT REAL credit cards either. They are attached to bank accounts, not to a line of credit. It does not matter that at the grocery store it can be run as a credit card because all that means is that you do not type in your pin number, the payment still comes from a bank account.
-Lastly, I do not care what your bank or credit card company said to you in their sales pitch, but a Visa or Mastercard logo on your piece of plastic does not make anything a credit card. A line of credit does. Post later. Bye!
I hate the new Iowa licenses because the addresses is so tiny we need a magnifying glass to read them. But of course the birth date is easy to find in large red numbers. Though I appreaciate that the new Iowa licenses no longer reflect light so badly it blinds us trying to read it. I actually had one girl ask me how we know her real age when I told her a customer must be 21 to rent a car. I answered that it is on her driver's license unless she is telling me it is a fake ID. Only someone under 21 would ask that question.
Though credit cards can be deceiving to the customer. Some car rentals only rent by real credit cards only upfront. People often think if it has a Visa or Mastercard logo that it is a real credit card. Um, no. A REAL credit card is attached to a line of credit of a credit card company that can be forced charged when necessary by the car rental company.
-A gift credit card is NOT a REAL credit card, it is a gift certificate and no car rental at the Des Moines airport will accept it as a credit card because it is not. I have noticed many gift credit cards must be tilted slightly for the "debit" word on the card to appear, otherwise it is camaflouged in the same color as the card.
-Debit/Check cards that are NOT REAL credit cards either. They are attached to bank accounts, not to a line of credit. It does not matter that at the grocery store it can be run as a credit card because all that means is that you do not type in your pin number, the payment still comes from a bank account.
-Lastly, I do not care what your bank or credit card company said to you in their sales pitch, but a Visa or Mastercard logo on your piece of plastic does not make anything a credit card. A line of credit does. Post later. Bye!
Nickel and Dimed
I saw this author on the Oprah show a long time when her book first came out. Now she has a new book out, so I decided to get her first undercover book. She worked at a Wal-mart at the same time I did, but my city was smaller than hers. She had many struggling to get by people working at her store. I had mostly teens, young adults just out of school like me living with their parents, and wives with husbands making twice as much as they did so this was just extra cash. The only workers at my Wal-mart considering it a career were management. Though after reading her maid service cleaning procedures in Maine that I decided to avoid hiring a maid service (if I'm ever rich enough to) because they don't clean anything and just move germs from one place to another while giving the illusion of being clean with air fresher. My Mom would freak reading them using a 1/2 bucket of water to clean a floor on their hands and knees without knee pads. She would be appalled at a moist towel wiping everything in sight without ever being wash in soap and water as term "cleaning".
The author often tried to be Joan of Arc trying to get these coworkers of hers to protest their horrible working conditions and lousy pay. "Unionize!" she cried at Wal-mart. Let me explain that we poor people give ourselves promotions into better wages and benefits by handing in our two-week notice with a better job already lined up. I was very amused at Cinderella being knocked off her high horse. The funniest part is the reason she did this experiment was to see how to get people off welfare and into the work force. What secrets did the working poor know that she can share with the world? Guess what: many of those welfare people being shunned are in the work force and that is why they are on welfare. A very interesting book. I was laughing at her all the way through it. I highly recommend it.
The author often tried to be Joan of Arc trying to get these coworkers of hers to protest their horrible working conditions and lousy pay. "Unionize!" she cried at Wal-mart. Let me explain that we poor people give ourselves promotions into better wages and benefits by handing in our two-week notice with a better job already lined up. I was very amused at Cinderella being knocked off her high horse. The funniest part is the reason she did this experiment was to see how to get people off welfare and into the work force. What secrets did the working poor know that she can share with the world? Guess what: many of those welfare people being shunned are in the work force and that is why they are on welfare. A very interesting book. I was laughing at her all the way through it. I highly recommend it.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Drug testing
I am reading a book where a journalist goes undercover to reveal how poor people survive on low incomes. In jobs she pursues, she often is drug tested before she is hired.
My sister once said she would absolutely refuse a job if it required a drug test to be hired (she is a school librarian). She said it was insulting and degrading thing to do to prospective employees. She concluded that if these employers can't tell by her resume and behavior at the interview that she is not on illegal drugs, then they have real bad people skills.
I agree with her and have never been through a drug test to get a job. I once was threatened at one interview by their random drug tests once you get the job. I told my prospective boss that I would flat out refuse to be drug tested even if it meant being fired because if they can't tell by my work performance that I'm not on drugs, they have a serious people problem. He laughed. I was actually surprised he hired me after mouthing off like that. I think it was the college graduate part that got me the job. How does a drug addict graduate college? Post later. Bye!
My sister once said she would absolutely refuse a job if it required a drug test to be hired (she is a school librarian). She said it was insulting and degrading thing to do to prospective employees. She concluded that if these employers can't tell by her resume and behavior at the interview that she is not on illegal drugs, then they have real bad people skills.
I agree with her and have never been through a drug test to get a job. I once was threatened at one interview by their random drug tests once you get the job. I told my prospective boss that I would flat out refuse to be drug tested even if it meant being fired because if they can't tell by my work performance that I'm not on drugs, they have a serious people problem. He laughed. I was actually surprised he hired me after mouthing off like that. I think it was the college graduate part that got me the job. How does a drug addict graduate college? Post later. Bye!
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Shouting match
I got the pleasure of calling security today because of a shouting match taking place nearby. I don't get to do that every day. A cop promptly showed up and tried to calm the irate customer. They didn't ask any questions of the employee and just took a business card of their manager. The customer was escorted out by the cop. That is all the excitement tonight. Everyone within hearing distance came over to ask what that was all about. The employee refused service after being cursed at and the customer refused to leave. That's all. Post later. Bye!
Friday, January 27, 2006
Really weird matches
The computer dating service I am paying to find men for me really does a good job with weird matches. It makes wonder how they match people because they sure are not following what I requested.
I requested men within 50 miles and no more than a 5 year age difference. I get matched with a guy living 1000 miles away who is 20 years older than me. Then he owns birds when I am getting a cat soon. He actually emailed me so I am unsure how well he read my profile. I do not see anything happening between us. Oh well, more money down the drain.
I tried to continue Dr. Phil's dating program to have him say to think positive, have a positive self-image, and try new things. Do that, have that, and curious cat here: and still guys are not attracted to me. My optimism has finally turned into frustration and I can't take it anymore. I cancelled my match.com subscription. Post later. Bye!
I requested men within 50 miles and no more than a 5 year age difference. I get matched with a guy living 1000 miles away who is 20 years older than me. Then he owns birds when I am getting a cat soon. He actually emailed me so I am unsure how well he read my profile. I do not see anything happening between us. Oh well, more money down the drain.
I tried to continue Dr. Phil's dating program to have him say to think positive, have a positive self-image, and try new things. Do that, have that, and curious cat here: and still guys are not attracted to me. My optimism has finally turned into frustration and I can't take it anymore. I cancelled my match.com subscription. Post later. Bye!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
That little niece of mine
I went over to babysit today. They didn't need me as long today so I actually babysat about a hour when sister came home. The baby squeeled "Mama" when we heard the keys twisting in the door. We played house with her doll house and then moved on to placing blankets over dolls. Then she discovered a ball so I showed her how to kick it. She kept rolliing it all over the house trying to kick it too. I give her so many ideas. Of course we kick nicely to avoid breaking anything. She likes to toss the ball too. Mom gave her box of her old toys to clear out the clutter in her house. I told her she should do this and to say if her kids didn't want their stuff then it it will be trashed. Except my stuff because I don't have a house to store things in, yet. My niece loves my sister's old dolls and has them covered in her old doll blankets.
I helped my sister move furniture in the bedroom where they have a mattress for the baby to learn to sleep on outside her crib. My sister says she never stays there and goes back into the crib. Next I went through a bag of clothes my sister will never fit into again. I took 2 sweaters. The other things weren't my style even if it 1 label said Liz Clairborne. I took a belt too. Yes at age 30 I still love getting hand me downs from my sister. She has good taste in clothes. After my adventures I was tired so I went home when my little niece kept wanting to play. I took a nap when I got home,though the kind where I don't completely fall asleep. Yawn, I think I need another. It is bedtime. Post later. Bye!
I helped my sister move furniture in the bedroom where they have a mattress for the baby to learn to sleep on outside her crib. My sister says she never stays there and goes back into the crib. Next I went through a bag of clothes my sister will never fit into again. I took 2 sweaters. The other things weren't my style even if it 1 label said Liz Clairborne. I took a belt too. Yes at age 30 I still love getting hand me downs from my sister. She has good taste in clothes. After my adventures I was tired so I went home when my little niece kept wanting to play. I took a nap when I got home,though the kind where I don't completely fall asleep. Yawn, I think I need another. It is bedtime. Post later. Bye!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Stupid question
I have been watching programs on the possible blird flu pandemic spreading around the globe because the darn bug mutates as it spreads throguhout the bird population in Asia. I am told influenza vaccines are imported to the USA from other conuntries to be given out to the public when flu season hits every year.
I would like to know why no one in the USA, with the best technology and virus labatories at our finger tips, is manufacturing any flu vaccines. Perhaps nobody in America has no desire to be rich. Post later.
I would like to know why no one in the USA, with the best technology and virus labatories at our finger tips, is manufacturing any flu vaccines. Perhaps nobody in America has no desire to be rich. Post later.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Valentines done
I bought Valentine's Day supplies while grocery shopping. Cards, kid valentines, suckers, and chocolate and caramel hearts. Now all is left is the stamp and letters to those without email, but that can wait. I am always sure to include a particular aunt in my holiday cards because she constantly complains how people don't write her letters. Sorry, but people besides her have lives outside the house. I never forget a holiday. Between Easter and Halloween she doesn't hear much from me. Post later. Bye!
Interesting
I read about a book in our Des Moines Register Sunday newspaper called Sundown Towns. The book voices the reason there are so few African-Americans in Midwestern States. After the massacre of Native Americans by white soldiers with itchy trigger fingers at Wounded Knee in 1890, small town residents in Midwestern States enacted Sundown laws (no longer enforced but never repealed) clearly stating that anyone of "color" is forbidden to set foot in their "white-only" towns after sundown. Though I fail to see the connection between whites murdering Native Americans and chasing African-Americans out of town. That would likely be an interesting book to read. I found the book on Amazon.com, it was published last October. Post later. Bye!
Free stuff
I got a free sandwich today. Nearing the last hour before closing at a snack
shop I often visit, I grabbed one of their premade sandwiches and told the
cashier that I won't make him cook this time. He offered the drink and
chips, saying he would give me the chips for free since I didn't make him
cook. I said he talked me into it. He said, You do nice for me, I do nice
for you. I said, Thank you. Leaving I noticed he charged only for the chips
and drink, but not the sandwich. It does pay off to be nice to people.
Later, I showed off a scrapbook of vacations a friend claimed to never viewed in a conversation yesterday. He left after looking at my scrapbook and came back to give me amenities from a Japanese hotel on a trip he took a while ago. One package was a toothbrush and toothpaste. The other package was coffee, cream, sugar, and a stirrer. That was so nice him. Post later. Bye!
shop I often visit, I grabbed one of their premade sandwiches and told the
cashier that I won't make him cook this time. He offered the drink and
chips, saying he would give me the chips for free since I didn't make him
cook. I said he talked me into it. He said, You do nice for me, I do nice
for you. I said, Thank you. Leaving I noticed he charged only for the chips
and drink, but not the sandwich. It does pay off to be nice to people.
Later, I showed off a scrapbook of vacations a friend claimed to never viewed in a conversation yesterday. He left after looking at my scrapbook and came back to give me amenities from a Japanese hotel on a trip he took a while ago. One package was a toothbrush and toothpaste. The other package was coffee, cream, sugar, and a stirrer. That was so nice him. Post later. Bye!
Email required
A new pop up window has arrived on our car rental screens: Email address is
required in profiles of customers renting from us. Yeah sure, I can get
passed the window by poking 2 keys. I am sure the brainiac who put that in
our system will be tiffed we employees (at least at my location) are not
asking customers for their email addresses so they can receive receipts and
junk email from the company. I have a hard enough time getting a phone
number from them. Some people are cautious asking if their number will be
used by telemarketers. I assured them no and it is illegal to telemarket to
a cell phone number. We tell them we need a phone number to inform them if
items are left in the car and ask if they belong to them. My opinion is that
an email address is too personal of information to be requiring to rent a
car, besides not everyone is rich enough to have email. If club members
volunteer their email addresses when they sign up, that is their decision to
make. Post later. Bye!
required in profiles of customers renting from us. Yeah sure, I can get
passed the window by poking 2 keys. I am sure the brainiac who put that in
our system will be tiffed we employees (at least at my location) are not
asking customers for their email addresses so they can receive receipts and
junk email from the company. I have a hard enough time getting a phone
number from them. Some people are cautious asking if their number will be
used by telemarketers. I assured them no and it is illegal to telemarket to
a cell phone number. We tell them we need a phone number to inform them if
items are left in the car and ask if they belong to them. My opinion is that
an email address is too personal of information to be requiring to rent a
car, besides not everyone is rich enough to have email. If club members
volunteer their email addresses when they sign up, that is their decision to
make. Post later. Bye!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Trying again
I heard from my manager that Dr. Phil on TV is connecting with match.com to help singles find romance. Well, not exactly. First one must buy a subscription before placing in your profile or looking at any profiles. Next you have to make an additional purchase to obtain Dr. Phil's tips on dating including how to present yourself. I predict a complete waste of my time and wasting more money trying to find love.
Though I refused the subscription, I am trying again with the free profile. I was matched with people I have no interest in and going by their profiles they will not be interested in me. Love formulas in these internet dating services really suck no matter what their commercials say (I have spent over $200 already on other sites to get nobody). This time around I have learned not to place in my photo. On the other sites I got rejected much faster with a photo to view than without a photo (even with men rejecting me for not having a photo). I had no idea I was so ugly. Post later. Bye!
Though I refused the subscription, I am trying again with the free profile. I was matched with people I have no interest in and going by their profiles they will not be interested in me. Love formulas in these internet dating services really suck no matter what their commercials say (I have spent over $200 already on other sites to get nobody). This time around I have learned not to place in my photo. On the other sites I got rejected much faster with a photo to view than without a photo (even with men rejecting me for not having a photo). I had no idea I was so ugly. Post later. Bye!
Slug heaven
The owners of my car rental are off to a family vacation on a Disney cruise. I can tell it is going to be hard getting cars from the car washers since they will be in slug heaven. Oh well, I have no problem asking the people left in charge to kick the car washers (since my boots are not hard enough to get results). Post later. Bye!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Adventure
My sister called me today while I was watching a movie to ask me to come over to help her move a mattress upstairs so she can start weaning the baby out of her crib. Of course I turned off my movie and went right away. We had hamburgers and fries. The baby does not like her new booster seat for the table, probably because the highchair is more cushy. I told the baby they need to get a cushion for her chair. Next we moved the mattress up a flight of stairs with the baby helping push. Mattresses need handles for better transporting. I also learned I push better than pull so my sister and I switch sides. We got upstairs and my baby niece goes "Shhh." I saw a book nearby and read it to her. One cat, then the other cat, came in and sniffed the bed. They did not join us on the mattress. My niece threw a fit every time I petted a cat. I stopped her from swatting at the cat when it jumped up on my lap. She kept asking me to play and sit with her. I did laundry once my sister's clothes were done. Then we hugged good-bye. I came home to find my Mom left a message on my answering machine. I think she is in bed now so I will return her call tomorrow. Post later. Bye!
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Every week
Every week for at least the past month, the same person calls up asking the same question and gets angry over the same answer. She gets so fired up I can not explain anything to her and then she throws in my face every time that she will take her complaint about me to my coworker she adores cause I'm confusing her. If this bitch is so attached to my coworker, why don't she call when my coworker is here?
Even worse is trying to figure out her question. She asks me to do Plan A, but when I answer the price of Plan A she is furious my answer is not Plan B's price. If she wishes to do Plan B, why did she just ask me to do Plan A. Plan A and Plan B are not the same thing. In her rantings how stupid I am, I hear she has her prices printed out from her computer. If she already knows the prices of Plan A and Plan B, why does she call asking for the price? Does this idiot think they will suddenly change from her computer printout prices? I'm done bitching. Post later. Bye!
Even worse is trying to figure out her question. She asks me to do Plan A, but when I answer the price of Plan A she is furious my answer is not Plan B's price. If she wishes to do Plan B, why did she just ask me to do Plan A. Plan A and Plan B are not the same thing. In her rantings how stupid I am, I hear she has her prices printed out from her computer. If she already knows the prices of Plan A and Plan B, why does she call asking for the price? Does this idiot think they will suddenly change from her computer printout prices? I'm done bitching. Post later. Bye!
Smile!
I had enough of janitors telling me to smile because I look so glum. I look so glum for reason, my Dad is sick with cancer that spread too far to zap it away. I know guys don't deal with painful issues well, but some of us women rather have compassion than being told everything will be fine. Everything is not fine and wishful thinking ain't going to fix this problem. Please, just let me be sad.
I helped my coworker with her homework today. She even said I was not allowed to do crossword puzzles until her homework was done. I thought that was so funny that I had to share her comment with people.
Then I had to wait for a delayed flight until 1 AM. Then when I left there was a touch of ice on the car front and rear windows. I noticed my last customer was sitting there running the defogger and using the windshield wipers. After scraping off my windows, I walked over and cleared her windshield. The defogger had melted the rear window. She rolled down her window and said Thank You. That always feels good to hear. Post later. Bye!
I helped my coworker with her homework today. She even said I was not allowed to do crossword puzzles until her homework was done. I thought that was so funny that I had to share her comment with people.
Then I had to wait for a delayed flight until 1 AM. Then when I left there was a touch of ice on the car front and rear windows. I noticed my last customer was sitting there running the defogger and using the windshield wipers. After scraping off my windows, I walked over and cleared her windshield. The defogger had melted the rear window. She rolled down her window and said Thank You. That always feels good to hear. Post later. Bye!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Good deed
A coworker who keeps tabs on a fired employee of another car rental mentioned that her friend was kicked off the library's computer because of an overdue book. He was using the library's internet access to find another job. My coworker thought of asking around for money to pay this book fine so the poor guy can find a job. When I saw I am #1 on the commission sheet, I asked if she got any money from people. She said she was anxious to ask people for money. I wrote a check for the entire amount of the book fine. I handed it to her saying to tell the guy that I am getting a great commission check this month so I can share the wealth a little bit. She was surprised at my kindness. I'm sure the poor guy will be surprised too. He was never one of my favorite people, but I got over his pranks. I'm not one to hold grudges, that all. Post later. Bye!
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Fun with baby
Tonight I had fun with my baby niece. I pulled dried goo out of her nose when my sister changed her diaper. The surprise was that she hardly fought wiping her nose. Babies normally fight thier noses wiped. Lately she has been jealous when anyone pets the cats and has even hit them on occassion, poor kitties. She has learned colors and more Sesame Street characters. She patted a chair and said "Sit" when she wanted me to color with her. We read new books and danced to music. She imitated my sister's exercises on the floor, but coud not kcik her legs up. She can say Frosty, as in Frosty the Snowman. We grabbed chocolate chip cookies my sister made. She is not quite ready for cookies. Almost ready to leave, I had to use the bathroom. I didn't have the door shut all the way, just enough for nobody to see me. The baby pushed the door open and came up to me to say "Pee". Of course I also demonstrate hand washing to her. She loves bubbles. We hugged good-bye and she started to cry as usual. Post later. Bye!
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Sad news
My Mom called to inform me of a test Dad took for his prostate growth she talked about last Christmas making him sit less comfortably. The doctor didn't think it was serious to test sooner and they could easily remove the growth this month. It is much worse. My Dad has prostate cancer too bad to do anything about and the growth is too large to remove giving him an estimated 5-10 years to live. My Dad wants a second opinion cause he didn't like what he heard.
I told Mom at least they have good insurance. She might not get her kitchen room addition after all if Dad feels too poorly to finish it. Later I thought I better hurry up and find a man so Dad can walk me down the aisle. Post later. Bye!
I told Mom at least they have good insurance. She might not get her kitchen room addition after all if Dad feels too poorly to finish it. Later I thought I better hurry up and find a man so Dad can walk me down the aisle. Post later. Bye!
Monday, January 09, 2006
Changing light bulbs
I had an adventure changing the light bulbs in my ceiling light inside my walk-in closet. First I had to figure out how to unscrew the glass cover with a metal point in the center. Standing on a step stool and 2 phone books to reach it, I unscrewed and unscrewed the glass cover. Nothing came down. I next twisted the metal piece in the center, but that did not move at all. I moved my step stool to another light closer to my head in the hallway. I figured out after several minutes the metal piece unscrews and makes the glass drop down. I grabbed a plastic shelf cover I use to unscrew cranberry juice bottles and unscrewed the metal piece in the closet. Behold, an empty light bulb socket with a 100 watt bulb in the other socket. The socket said 60 watt bulbs are to be used this socket. Excuse me, isn't using the wrong size of light bulb a set up to starting an electrical fire? Maybe not. I placed correct size 60 watt bulbs in the socket and screwed the glass cover and metal piece back on. Then I had to put back the other cover in the hallway. I have a much brighter light in my closet now. Post later. Bye!
Allergy fit
Today at work I had an allergic reaction suddenly hitting me hard to the point I could not think straight when my coworker needed my help. Then on top of that we are busy with griping customers so I can't stop to take my medicine. On one rental I made a huge mistake that I should have not let occur. Next a friend came by to chat and he said I looked sick. I told him I was in hell waiting for my allergy medicine to kick in. It usually takes a half hour to get working.
I know what set it off. I ordered a hamburger with nothing on it, which means they put the lettuce, tomato, onion, and pickles on the side. I am allergic to pickles so that pickle juice draining into my hamburger bun sets off the allergic reaction. That means my tongue swells so I barely can speak, my tongue also itches and burns along with my nose, cheekbones, forehead, and ears. I often call it an itchy frenzy. Next my chest tightens so I have difficulty breathing and need my asthma inhaler. Then comes the sneezing and runny nose my coworkers are familiar with. I learned my lesson today not to eat at the airport cafeteria anymore, at least not the hamburgers.
Some people just don't get allergies. My friend actually asked why I'm allergic to pickles. How should I know? I asked back why I am allergic to dust. He meant to ask if it was the dill, the vinegar, or the cucumber that I'm allergic to, like I'm to test which item makes me react. There are no other foods I'm allergic to; just dust, wild flowers like weeds, crab grass, molds, hamsters, certain dogs, feathers, Tommy girl perfume I learned to spray on my shirt, stainless steel and sterling silver jewelry (but I can wear 10k gold), aluminum in face paints and deodorants, and certain make ups like Mary Kay or Avon.
When my allergies calmed down I recalled how I could have helped my coworker, which was too late to fix the problem. Post later. Bye!
I know what set it off. I ordered a hamburger with nothing on it, which means they put the lettuce, tomato, onion, and pickles on the side. I am allergic to pickles so that pickle juice draining into my hamburger bun sets off the allergic reaction. That means my tongue swells so I barely can speak, my tongue also itches and burns along with my nose, cheekbones, forehead, and ears. I often call it an itchy frenzy. Next my chest tightens so I have difficulty breathing and need my asthma inhaler. Then comes the sneezing and runny nose my coworkers are familiar with. I learned my lesson today not to eat at the airport cafeteria anymore, at least not the hamburgers.
Some people just don't get allergies. My friend actually asked why I'm allergic to pickles. How should I know? I asked back why I am allergic to dust. He meant to ask if it was the dill, the vinegar, or the cucumber that I'm allergic to, like I'm to test which item makes me react. There are no other foods I'm allergic to; just dust, wild flowers like weeds, crab grass, molds, hamsters, certain dogs, feathers, Tommy girl perfume I learned to spray on my shirt, stainless steel and sterling silver jewelry (but I can wear 10k gold), aluminum in face paints and deodorants, and certain make ups like Mary Kay or Avon.
When my allergies calmed down I recalled how I could have helped my coworker, which was too late to fix the problem. Post later. Bye!
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Poor coworker
My coworker who lost her mother this weekend was at the airport picking someone up. A car rental gal next door gave her a hug and she burst into tears. I made a sympathy card of my computer and went around having everyone sign it. We are taking a money collection for flowers among the coworkers.
I wonder how I will I react to my parents' deaths that will eventually occur someday. I'll probably miss my Dad, but be jumping up and down being free of Mom. I definitely won't be rich since I have 3 siblings to split the pathetic inheritance with. That is a good 20 years into the future anyway. Post later. Bye!
I wonder how I will I react to my parents' deaths that will eventually occur someday. I'll probably miss my Dad, but be jumping up and down being free of Mom. I definitely won't be rich since I have 3 siblings to split the pathetic inheritance with. That is a good 20 years into the future anyway. Post later. Bye!
Friday, January 06, 2006
Friend is back
My janitor friend is back to work today and stopped by to chat. He had been home for over a month recovering from a tendon injury. He enjoyed my Christmas letter and we chatted on what he missed out on. I gave him the last 2 Christmas cookies I had in my lunchbox for his gift poinsettia to me. I told him they were a bit dry, but still good from sitting in the freezer. He talked about his son's college graduation party and his gift Japanese sword with a white tiger and his name engraved on it. The son liked the gift. His son might get a job teaching Japanese children English within the next year. He is excited.
I was sad to hear nobody took out revenge on the tattle tale worker at the car rentals. Nobody wants to be fired too. He came back from vacation yesterday to find everyone ignoring him. I ain't afraid to tell him off and that I don't want to talk him ever again. If can stand up to a secretary in the First Lady's office, I can stand up to him too. What's he going to do about it, tattle I left the counter to use the restroom? I'm squeaky clean in my behavior at work. Post later. Bye!
I was sad to hear nobody took out revenge on the tattle tale worker at the car rentals. Nobody wants to be fired too. He came back from vacation yesterday to find everyone ignoring him. I ain't afraid to tell him off and that I don't want to talk him ever again. If can stand up to a secretary in the First Lady's office, I can stand up to him too. What's he going to do about it, tattle I left the counter to use the restroom? I'm squeaky clean in my behavior at work. Post later. Bye!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Silly baby
Tonight I went over to my sister's house for laundry. Baby knows laundry means going into the basement where the carpets have been professionally cleaned, so everything is neat and tidy. The baby doesn't like to go back upstairs so I often have to trick her. I washed my hands and she had to play in the bubbles. I tried to lift her under her arms and my hands slid up instead of holding her. Silly baby. I grabbed her waist and between her legs into a Superman pose and carried her upstairs.
I told my sister I made Mom jealous in our last phone call. I told Mom that when I spoke to my sister, she heard a noise. I didn't hear anything so I kept talking, until we heard a sweet "Hi Auntie". My sister told the baby to get off the phone and give it to Daddy. Mom had the same experience with a noise on the phone, but the baby didn't say hi to Mom, so Mom is now jealous the baby spoke to me.
I got all my Christmas decorations down and mostly put away. Traditionally, Christmas decorations and lights stay up until New Year's Day. When reading a book to baby, I pointed out a Christmas tree and she pointed to the large box in the living room. Smart baby. Post later. Bye!
I told my sister I made Mom jealous in our last phone call. I told Mom that when I spoke to my sister, she heard a noise. I didn't hear anything so I kept talking, until we heard a sweet "Hi Auntie". My sister told the baby to get off the phone and give it to Daddy. Mom had the same experience with a noise on the phone, but the baby didn't say hi to Mom, so Mom is now jealous the baby spoke to me.
I got all my Christmas decorations down and mostly put away. Traditionally, Christmas decorations and lights stay up until New Year's Day. When reading a book to baby, I pointed out a Christmas tree and she pointed to the large box in the living room. Smart baby. Post later. Bye!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Broken heart
After 3 longs days, I finally heard from Mr. Maybe I met for the first time face to face New Year's Eve. He emailed that he was not emotionally interested in me and good luck. I don't need to be told to get lost twice so he was deleted from my email address book. I know there is plenty of fish in the sea, but the other fish are not interested in me either. Post later. Bye!
Mom is fine
Mom called as I coooked my dinner asking me to email my siblings that she is fine for her toe surgery correcting a hammer toe, but she has to do dishes sitting on a stool because Dad refuses to wash them. Dad will cook and do the laundry, but will not wash dishes. Whatever. Mom is on strong pain killers since any scraping of bones is painful, but she will survive with her feet up. Post later. Bye!
Waiting
Well it has been 3 days since I met Mr. Maybe over dinner New Year's Eve and I have yet to receive any emails from him. I sent 4 or 5 to him since then. I'm wondering if I scared him off like every other man I like. I hope he emails me soon, I enjoy talking to him. Post later. Bye!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Post-Christmas celebration
I woke up this morning not wanting to get out of bed. But I had to get up earlier than usual to attend a Post-Christmas celebration with my family. A friend left a message on my answering machine asking about my big date so I called her back right away so she would know I hadn't been kidnapped. She asked if I was handcuffed to a bed, I said no. I told had to get going to see my family today. I found the way the there alright, but drove passed their house because they had a wreath covering the house number. The last digit was revealed on the edge of the wreath so I braked and swerved into their neighbor's driveway to turn around. My aunt and uncle spent the night there so I was the first to arrive. My Mom's cousin plus her parents joined the group after me, then my parents and siblings came. My sister had her hands full with all 4 of my nieces (only the baby is hers). She announced to us that she is not having 4 children, the grocery bill would kill them.
Once everyone arrived we said grace and ate dinner (or lunch). The baby niece cried a lot during the afternoon, after the meal. She took a nap to calm her down a little. She does not handle rooms full of strangers well, especially a group dying to hold her on their laps. She came to me during one crying fit, but mostly cried for Mama and Daddy. My cousin's girls and my older nieces all tried to play with her, but sometimes were rejected by baby during her fit. My sister made the observation of babies responding best to high pitched voices to explain why she walked to me during a crying fit. That could be true. After she calms down, she is ready to play with the other girls again. She can say all my nieces names along with Grandma and Grandpa. One cousin's girl she can say her name easier than the other, but I heard her say both names once. My aunt asked if she talked much since she was mostly quiet. My sister said she is just shy around strangers. My baby niece is a chatterbox when I visit.
I heard news about one of my cousins. She got married last year to a man from Lebanon and they are expecting their first child this spring. Courtesy of Sep. 11 and new immigration laws, he has been deported back to Lebanon because his Visa had expired. I guess marrying an American citizen does not count anymore. My aunt said he should be back in January when he gets his Visa business straightened out.
After supper (or dinner) everybody said their good-byes and went home. My aunt works at this party and school supplies store's warehouse filling orders, which means she gets free stuff to choose from often. Every gathering she brings stuff from her store to give away; pencils, suckers, stickers, picture frames, wall decor, etc. One pacifier lollipop gave me dirty ideas when sucking on it. One niece asked me what dirty idea I had. I told her it was an adult idea I would tell her when she turned 18. She said, Liar, you will forget by then. I told her hopefully she figure it out on her own by then (I was not going to explain oral sex to a 10-year-old). I one more present from my other sister was a hand mixer, though different from the one my Mom gave me. I might keep both, in case of one breaking and needing replacement. My cousin's girl gave a concert on her saxophone and the other girl showed off her tumbling until she got dizzy. I finally came home and took off my Christmas cards from the doorway. I had to place the family photos in my photo album, plus I keep hitting them every time I walk by. Then I copied a picture for the 3 1/2" x 5" photo frame I got from my aunt in her great giveaway. Now I shall watch TV until bedtime. I have a lot of putting away to do tomorrow. Post later. Bye!
Once everyone arrived we said grace and ate dinner (or lunch). The baby niece cried a lot during the afternoon, after the meal. She took a nap to calm her down a little. She does not handle rooms full of strangers well, especially a group dying to hold her on their laps. She came to me during one crying fit, but mostly cried for Mama and Daddy. My cousin's girls and my older nieces all tried to play with her, but sometimes were rejected by baby during her fit. My sister made the observation of babies responding best to high pitched voices to explain why she walked to me during a crying fit. That could be true. After she calms down, she is ready to play with the other girls again. She can say all my nieces names along with Grandma and Grandpa. One cousin's girl she can say her name easier than the other, but I heard her say both names once. My aunt asked if she talked much since she was mostly quiet. My sister said she is just shy around strangers. My baby niece is a chatterbox when I visit.
I heard news about one of my cousins. She got married last year to a man from Lebanon and they are expecting their first child this spring. Courtesy of Sep. 11 and new immigration laws, he has been deported back to Lebanon because his Visa had expired. I guess marrying an American citizen does not count anymore. My aunt said he should be back in January when he gets his Visa business straightened out.
After supper (or dinner) everybody said their good-byes and went home. My aunt works at this party and school supplies store's warehouse filling orders, which means she gets free stuff to choose from often. Every gathering she brings stuff from her store to give away; pencils, suckers, stickers, picture frames, wall decor, etc. One pacifier lollipop gave me dirty ideas when sucking on it. One niece asked me what dirty idea I had. I told her it was an adult idea I would tell her when she turned 18. She said, Liar, you will forget by then. I told her hopefully she figure it out on her own by then (I was not going to explain oral sex to a 10-year-old). I one more present from my other sister was a hand mixer, though different from the one my Mom gave me. I might keep both, in case of one breaking and needing replacement. My cousin's girl gave a concert on her saxophone and the other girl showed off her tumbling until she got dizzy. I finally came home and took off my Christmas cards from the doorway. I had to place the family photos in my photo album, plus I keep hitting them every time I walk by. Then I copied a picture for the 3 1/2" x 5" photo frame I got from my aunt in her great giveaway. Now I shall watch TV until bedtime. I have a lot of putting away to do tomorrow. Post later. Bye!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)