What To Do, What To Do....
I'm probably one of the few that likes the fact that today is Monday. While most are going back to work after having the weekend off, and hating it, I'm happily off today. I worked all weekend and now I'm enjoying the beginning of my week off from work. I took this Wednesday and Thursday off (the only days I was scheduled to work this week), so I get the whole week to myself. Well, that's not entirely true since my Chief thought it would be a great idea to send all his Sergeants to a bullshit seminar on Friday morning. I get my week off interrupted to go listen to some nonsense for a whole hour and a half - 9:30AM to 11:00AM. While some of you might say "Well that's not too bad, it's only an hour and a half," I would say that's precisely my point. I have to be bothered to go to this thing for 90 freakin' minutes and have it fuck up a completely good day off. But I get the last laugh. For 90 minutes of crap, I'll get paid the minimum 3 hours of overtime for it. Thanks for the extra cash, Chief.
Yesterday was my Dad's 75th birthday. Happy Birthday to my old man. Tonight we're going to take him out for a nice dinner and all that good stuff. I'm looking forward to it and it should be a good time. Dad is still dealing with his cancer and is still getting regular treatments and stuff, but he seems to be doing well. It's still so strange to me that when I call their house he is frequently the one answering the phone and he'll sit there and actually talk for awhile. Trust me when I tell you that my Dad has never been one to answer the phone, much less have more than a two sentence conversation on it. It was sometimes hard growing up with Dad because he was a strict disciplinarian and I was a bit of a screw up, but now that I'm (we're) older, it's been great. Here's to you, Dad, you're a great guy. You can still be a pain in the ass (apple doesn't fall from from the tree there, either), but you're a great guy. Cheers, John.
I'm apparently developing a tradition. When I was living in my brother's house last year, the washing machine took a nose dive on me. And now the same thing has happened here. Honestly, I'm pretty good at doing my laundry - I sort the clothes properly and all that stuff. I don't overload the washer trying to do a week's worth of stuff at once. But it seems that I'm cursed to have these things die out on me. I sent my landlord an e-mail about it last Wednesday when it happened and he said he'd try to have a new machine here over the weekend. Well, I just checked the calendar and it's Monday. Haven't seen or heard from him. I just sent him another e-mail asking for an update. I hope he gets it here soon. The clothes are piling up and I dread the concept of going to use the coin laundry. I'm not that much of a Telemundo fan.
I was about to launch into a rant about my landlord, but in an effort to keep my posts from looking like mini-novels, I'll save it for tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to grab myself another coffee and relax for a bit before I start tackling some chores around here.
EDIT - After I wrote the first paragraph I surfed on over to good ol' buddy Lisa's blog and realized that today is President's Day. So, yeah, most people aren't going to work today. Sad part about my job is that holidays don't matter because we never close. So I don't really pay much attention to them anymore. But tomorrow, when everyone is going back to work, I'll still be off! Boo-ya!
Peace & Chicken Grease!
Yesterday was my Dad's 75th birthday. Happy Birthday to my old man. Tonight we're going to take him out for a nice dinner and all that good stuff. I'm looking forward to it and it should be a good time. Dad is still dealing with his cancer and is still getting regular treatments and stuff, but he seems to be doing well. It's still so strange to me that when I call their house he is frequently the one answering the phone and he'll sit there and actually talk for awhile. Trust me when I tell you that my Dad has never been one to answer the phone, much less have more than a two sentence conversation on it. It was sometimes hard growing up with Dad because he was a strict disciplinarian and I was a bit of a screw up, but now that I'm (we're) older, it's been great. Here's to you, Dad, you're a great guy. You can still be a pain in the ass (apple doesn't fall from from the tree there, either), but you're a great guy. Cheers, John.
I'm apparently developing a tradition. When I was living in my brother's house last year, the washing machine took a nose dive on me. And now the same thing has happened here. Honestly, I'm pretty good at doing my laundry - I sort the clothes properly and all that stuff. I don't overload the washer trying to do a week's worth of stuff at once. But it seems that I'm cursed to have these things die out on me. I sent my landlord an e-mail about it last Wednesday when it happened and he said he'd try to have a new machine here over the weekend. Well, I just checked the calendar and it's Monday. Haven't seen or heard from him. I just sent him another e-mail asking for an update. I hope he gets it here soon. The clothes are piling up and I dread the concept of going to use the coin laundry. I'm not that much of a Telemundo fan.
I was about to launch into a rant about my landlord, but in an effort to keep my posts from looking like mini-novels, I'll save it for tomorrow. Right now, I'm going to grab myself another coffee and relax for a bit before I start tackling some chores around here.
EDIT - After I wrote the first paragraph I surfed on over to good ol' buddy Lisa's blog and realized that today is President's Day. So, yeah, most people aren't going to work today. Sad part about my job is that holidays don't matter because we never close. So I don't really pay much attention to them anymore. But tomorrow, when everyone is going back to work, I'll still be off! Boo-ya!
Peace & Chicken Grease!
posted by P. at 10:58 AM
1 Comments:
Happy Birthday to your Dad! Peace & Chicken Grease? Please tell me what happened w/Pittsburgh?! (besides we lost) I missed the game. Life here at the Casa is a bit stressed out, too much time out of school for the kids - I'm dreaming of a nice 90 minute massage.....
Asta lumbago!
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