Never a dull moment … sort of


Just when you think life is going to keep rolling along with no wrinkles, you wake up to another rainy day. No worries. Seasonal Affective Disorder is really just a myth, right? If I keep telling myself that, I might start to believe it.

Back to the story …

Driving to work yesterday—rain pouring down like it has absolutely nothing else better to do—my windshield wipers decided to take a rest. Yep, they got stuck. Wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t go swish-swish-swish. Just about when I started to panic (driving 60 miles an hour on a two lane road in pouring rain with no windshield wipers is enough to panic this girl), the rain eased off to a fine mist. I could see through that pretty easy so managed to get to work with no bumps, no dents, and no angry motorists along the way.

My boss is one of the most understanding people I know. When I told him I needed to leave as soon as the rain stopped so I could get my wipers fixed, he didn’t even blink, just said okay and be safe. He is a jewel.

Back to story, again …

So, I take care of some work that I really needed to do and head out to get the wipers to swipe.

It took an hour and a half for the service rep to tell me the wipers work fine. Nothing wrong. All is well, no charge. I thank him kindly, get in the car, start the ignition, and turn on the wipers—it had started to rain again.

What did the wipers do? Did they work? Nope, they got stuck at 2:00 o’clock.

I hadn’t even left the parking lot so drove right back into the service bay and showed them the wipers wouldn’t wipe. Two and a half hours later, I need a new wiper motor and they can have one in by Tuesday. It was Friday. So, three-plus days of no wipers, in rainy old winter.

I love being at home.

I hate being stuck at home.

Adding insult to injury (wiper motor = big bite into budget), I no longer have an excuse to not clean my house.

In other words, bored out of my gourd.

Yikes!

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Shades of gray


I recently passed the 5th module in my quest for CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) via WorldatWork’s certification program. Past the halfway mark, with the toughest ones out-of-the-way, I can focus on the fun stuff like job analysis, documentation, and evaluation. Yippee!

I am not being sarcastic. I enjoy this stuff. Really.

What I don’t enjoy is cleaning house. Which is obvious to anyone who steps in the door.

Dust is my friend, dust is my friend, dust is my friend …

Last summer—in a moment of insanity—I bought new bedroom furniture. The insane part wasn’t buying the furniture because I’d had the same stuff for about 30 years and new furniture was way overdue.

The craziness was buying mahogany furniture with a black stain. Every, and I mean every, fleck of dust shows on every surface.

This stuff starts showing dust on the end of the dresser I just dusted by the time I get to the other end. And, I always know when my cat, Emily, walked across it because she leaves a trail of paw prints.

I could have bought the same set in white but was afraid it would show dirt too easily given Emily’s penchant for walking all over furniture.

Silly me.

So, in the spirit of “if you can’t beat ’em join ’em” I’ve decided I can live with shades of gray.

I draw the line, though, when it starts looking like it’s been sprinkled with baby powder. Dirty snow is not a good look.

 

 

 

Well, I went and did it!


Yep, I set up another blog even though I barely have time to spend on this one. Well, actually, I have time, I just like doing other things too.

You see, blogging just has a way of worming itself into the fabric of ones existence and making it impossible to do all the other things one likes to do. Unless, of course, one is diligent enough to exercise great control over the blogging impulse. Me? I got no control. I just blather on like an idiot in this blog and hope no one actually sees it. (Is no one one word or two? I forget.)

So, while I am somewhat able to curb the impulse to ramble on, here’s some info about my other blog:

  • It is work-related and offers helpful hints about managing organizational compensation (I think they’re helpful but you can decide for yourself.)
  • My company does know about it but can pull the plug so I can’t get too carried away with sharing comp info
  • I promise to keep the plugs for my company (BLR) to a minimum (At least until the marketing types find out about it. When that happens, all bets are off.)

I hope you’ll check it out — http://compable.wordpress.com

PS: I’ve finally licked my addiction to Storage Wars!

 

 

So, what to do?


31st Academy Awards Presentations, Pantages Th...

31st Academy Awards Presentations, Pantages Theater, Hollywood, 1959 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s Oscar night and here I sit trying to decide whether to watch the Academy Awards show. Downton Abbey‘s season is over for this year and the new season of Game of Thrones hasn’t begun. Enlightened comes on at 8:30 but that’s only a 30 minute excursion. So, what to do?

I had the silly notion that if I sat here and typed drivel long enough, eventually, I’d come up with some sort of life altering epiphany, but no luck. So, what to do?

I should be diligently studying the manual for the next module in my quest for a CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) but, come on, it’s Sunday evening and work can wait until tomorrow. So, what to do?

I could pay bills! Nope. Not in the mood. So, what to do?

I could eat cashews and drink Dr. Pepper. I have both in my kitchen.  But if I went in there I’d see how messy the kitchen is and load myself up with guilt because I should be cleaning it right this very minute. So, what to do?

Yep, you guessed it. This is me being bored. So, now I’ll say ‘so long’ to all you nice people and apologize for taking up your valuable time. Assuming, of course, you’re foolish enough to still be reading this nonsense.

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It’s not that I have insomnia, I just can’t go to sleep!


Middle of the night and here I sit, munching on a pimento cheese sandwich, wondering what the heck is keeping me from sleep.

As much as I love a good pimento cheese sandwich (I make my own with Velveeta, yum!) I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now than go to sleep but something, heaven only knows what (guilt probably from not blogging for at least a month), is keeping me awake.

Both of the monster cats are asleep. The whole town is asleep. I mean I’m sitting here in the dark typing by the light of my monitor. (Yes, I have to look at the keyboard when I type.)

So, how about an update on the last month or so?

First, the watermelon died.

Yep, and it was a nasty death, too. Some sort of blight or fungus or something invaded its bloom end. It started with a little black dot, which swelled into a bigger dot, then, finally, into a big ole monster of black rot. It was gruesome. Just thinking about it makes me queasy. So, anyway, I yanked out the while thing because, let’s face it, four melon babies, and I killed them all. So, enough with the melons.

Second, work is taking over my life.

This is not a good thing. I mean I enjoy my job. I like the work. But, I’ve been there and done that workaholic number and all it does is make you ill and leads nowhere. I caught myself working last Saturday afternoon. I didn’t have to. Nobody made me. But that web page just called out to me as I walked through my home office and I couldn’t resist. I’m so weak. Even though, I know that path leads to misery, I still dug into that code for a good hour and a half. Finally, thank the heavens, I realized what I was doing and stopped myself. Whew, that was a close one.

Third, I discovered Replacements.com.

If you haven’t been to their site, you should check it out. They have all kinds of replacement china, silver, glassware, you name it. I found replacement pieces for the spice rack that my Granny gave to me about 40 years ago.  I only ordered one, pepper, because they didn’t have the two missing jars in stock, but I was able to flag them as pieces I’m looking for so, hopefully, they’ll have them available sooner or later.

I also, got the 3 bread & butter plates that have been missing from my china for 30 years. and the missing pieces of a set of breakfast china that a friend gave to me almost 40 years ago. They belonged to her mom and she hated them and wanted to get rid of them so I said, sure, I’ll take them. They’re Royal Doulton. They have daisies and they’ve always made me smile every time I look at them.

Enough rambling. Maybe I can can go to sleep now.

Fingers crossed!