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I started using an electric kettle a few months ago, and love it, so fast and easy.
Well, I was drowsy this morning and filled the electric kettle, then set it on the gas stove and turned it on. Luckily dd smelled the fumes before it completely destroyed the stove.
Aaaargh! Bottom of kettle melted and destroyed, house full of plastic fumes!
I loved that kettle. Dang.
Very peeved this morning:
Responded to a LifeAlert-like alarm from a home nearby. Elderly gent not having a good day at all. His alert company properly contacted our dispatch, we arrived on-scene, helped him out a bit, then tried to use his phone to communicate to medical supervision...
We had to use his house phone because we were in one of our quite-common cell-phone and radio dead spots here.
The line was busy. Because the LifeAlert-like company's product hadn't hung up on the house end - when I talked to them later today they told me they design it so their central office has to release the phone. Manually..... Which they didn't do....
So there we were, no way to communicate, because some twit on the other side of the country forgot to press a button.
A prybar to the Telco junction box, and shorting a pair took care of that. Lucky at least one of us on the call also knows how telephone systems work...
Anyways, their clever "design" could have killed this guy. I'm following up this week, I want heads on pikes on walls.
So there's that.
Our property is like a jungle, and we love it. So many wildlife and birds, flowers, trees. DH has mowed wonderful trails through it all and we take rides in my electric (very quiet) golf cart and enjoy nature.
Well, our neighbor whose woods borders ours started mowing down trails on his side, right next to our property for his motocross motorcycle. I have such evil thoughts towards him. Those things are so danged loud. It will totally ruin our wonderful, quiet appreciation of nature whenever he's out there. He lives in a McMansion that he put up in the property behind us when his grandmother died and he inherited the land. He put up 3 bigs home in a cornfield. Said he wanted very much to not disturb the area's rural nature. Right. Build 3 big houses and then run your damned motorcycles through the beautiful woods. I'm having evil, evil thoughts.
That really sucks, CathyA. I feel for ya...
I am starting to suffer from the inevitable post-vacation let-down...really, another full year before I can take off again (provided I have the funds to do it)?
Co-workers who take every. single.comment. I make as an exercise in making an example of how pitiful I am and how awesome the are. I could give a lot of examples, but I'm on the leading edge of a 12 hr shift with them and I'm trying to let it go.
Tomorrow I have my first radiation treatment, and I am scared. Such a two-edged sword. The data is solid: 30% chance of recurrence without it, 5-7% with. And, both the potential physical & emotional impacts of the procedure are simply very upsetting to me. All in my thinking, of course... which I am moving in & out of working with. If you are so moved, please hold me in the Light tomorrow, between 2:30-4:30 Pacific time. Thanks.
Will do Redfox.
I have worked in situations like this before, too.....In my case, I think my being such an introvert feeds it. This really happened to me a lot in the late 90's during that incredible period of time in which it was an employee's job market. I bounced around a bit from job to job to job and realized that the pattern was following me. What I have done is to go against my grain and make some attempts to get to know others and socialize a bit in the workplace - to a point. I still needs lots of time alone and still work much better alone. I'm not saying this is the case with you, shadowmoss, I'm just passing my experience along. RobQuote:
Originally Posted by shadowmoss
The doctor's office. I arrive shortly before 8 am for some lab work. I stand at the HIPAA-regulated privacy spot for a good couple of minutes before the sole receptionist even looks up from what she's doing to acknowledge me -- and that's only to tell me "I'll be right with you". Not "hello", no nod of recognition. It's not like she's on the phone. Or typing away in a chat or transcribing.
It's to be expected here. The entire front-of-house staff just always seems burned out and demoralized. I almost want to get a receptionist's job here so I can write a book about the war zone that this place must be. >8) I've worked as a doctor's receptionist before. I know the job is challenging. But if you don't like dealing with people, find. another. job. Don't be passive-aggressive to customers every d**n day.
Then I get to the lab and find out that, in addition to my fasting blood test, they want a urine sample. Sure wish they'd communicated that tidbit of information when I scheduled the appointment. If I knew, I might not have visited the rest room before the lab appointment. I spent an extra half-hour at the office waiting so I could fulfill that request.
Good thing the back of the house is compassionate and knowledgeable or I'd chuck the place in a minute.
Headaches. So over them. Also peeved by my reaction to chronic pain. At this point I should be able to deal better.