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Wait, shouldn't you be driving a truck?
Yup. But a combination of a stomach bug and a strained back made me decide that whimpering and hiding under the covers was the better part of discretion today.
So, in between staggering back and forth to the porcelain reading room and the computer, like me bring you up to date.
That entire mess over my encounter on light rail has blown up into was has to be one of the funniest things I've seen in years. I'm amazed that people don't understand sarcasm anymore. Oh, and offhand comments made during a minute-long encounter can be used as the basis for determining the entire life story of a person. I'm really starting to wonder if I'm the only person on the community who is over the age of 25.
Tuesday was my first anniversary at Lord & Sons, and to celebrate I was given a choice of gifts from Adam's bowl of paper clips. I took the Black Paper Clip of Achievement! Later, Amazing Dave tried to get me to wear the Paper Neckpiece of Accomplishment, but seeing him with one around his neck had me laughing so hard I couldn't speak. Yesterday was a fiasco. I was already ill, it was raining, and I couldn't get my head in the game.
What made things worse was one site. They ordered 1,580 feet of 20' Unistrut. No forklift. And the two morons they sent to unload me? Mars' lesser known sons Slow and Dumb. Getting strut off a truck is simple. Two health men can probably lift three pieces at once, although two is easier. Pick up, carry over to where you need the material, drop, repeat until your order is off. It should have taken 20 minutes.
Ha. First, these two needed to rearrange the yard, pushing tool boxes hither and yon. Then they tried to lift the 580' bundle. At once. The fact that it weighed close to 700lbs made them back off. I came over, cut off the binding clips, and explained I had hurt my back, so I really wasn't supposed to lift and carry. They start carrying one piece at a time.. two men! Hell, I can carry 40' of twenties by myself. It's awkward as hell, but I can do it.
About that time, my GI tract decided to do its Thera impersonation. Exit one driver to the port-o-san. Twenty minutes later I emerge (no, you don't want to know what that's like.) only to see that Dumb and Slow are not offloading. They haven't even finished the 580' bundle! Looking around, I find them at a first aid station. Dumb, who wasn't wearing gloves, had a boo-boo. A cut, shallow, about an inch long, on the back of his hand. This required several antibacterial wipes, two band-aids, and about a mile of gauze. I'm not kidding.
At this point, I had been there for nearly 45 minutes. I was pissed. I took over. I started hauling crap off the truck. I dragooned other workers to help, and we had that truck offloaded in 10 minutes.. that includes the 1000' bundle that Dumb and Slow hadn't reached. All in all, I was there for an hour. Because of my extended bathroom break, I put that down as my lunch break.
I really hope they never order from us again.
Finished The Bourne Identity. Great book. Next up, Roving Mars a first person account of the creation of the Mars Rover program. I have a pile of books to read, but I'm in a weird headspace when it comes to books right now. A lot of them are failing to grab me and I'm putting them aside. Also finished 1776, loaned from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baka49er. Amazing read. You really have to wonder how we ever survived long enough to become independent.
Let's see.. Kiri won us tickets to KFOG's Ka-BOOM!. We've decided that is going to be our anniversary event for this year. Here's hoping the fog stays away! The Giants are freaking killing me. What else is new? Kylie the Wonder Niece has published her Unified Field Theory. Alas, it is in crayon, so the journals won't touch it. Niece To Be Named Later has a name now: Regan. I'm not saying a damn word. At least not where anyone can hear me. Expected debut is late July. My sister, being freaking weird, actually wants Regan to be born on Kylie's birthday. Because that worked out so well for the two of us.
(Twenty minute break) Thank Ghu for Uncle John's Bathroom Readers.
Oh, my back. Yeah, I hurt it. Again. The other day, we had to move the giant fricking anchor bolts that have made my life hell before. These things are close to three feet long, and weigh about 200lbs each. Also awkward as hell to carry, since most of the weight as at one end. Harry and I had to transfer six of these monsters from one pallet to another. There was no way to get a good lifting stance, so I had to bend over a little and lift with my arms. Yeah, it hurts. But I don't think i actually did any damage. But combine a strained lower back with GI distress? I'm not having fun today.
Assuming I'm capable of more than typing and staring at the walls, I'd like to get started on an article for a magazine that has expressed an interest in hearing from me. Polymancer is good, slick professional gaming magazine. I'm thinking about an article on treasure.. the problems associated with it. for example, put aside the sheer weight of the gold; what happens when you show up with a few thousand coins showing the despised and deposed King Therion? The current authorities are going to think you are an agent provocateur, and clamp you in irons. Never mind the radical inflation when the locals see the money the players have.. "300 Gold for a beer? Last week it was a copper penny!" "Last week you weren't throwing gold around like it was going out of style sir. Pay up or leave." I'm thinking about discussing letters of credit, debased coinage, and non-monetary treasure.
But odds are I'm going to spend the day dead for tax purposes.
So, in between staggering back and forth to the porcelain reading room and the computer, like me bring you up to date.
That entire mess over my encounter on light rail has blown up into was has to be one of the funniest things I've seen in years. I'm amazed that people don't understand sarcasm anymore. Oh, and offhand comments made during a minute-long encounter can be used as the basis for determining the entire life story of a person. I'm really starting to wonder if I'm the only person on the community who is over the age of 25.
Tuesday was my first anniversary at Lord & Sons, and to celebrate I was given a choice of gifts from Adam's bowl of paper clips. I took the Black Paper Clip of Achievement! Later, Amazing Dave tried to get me to wear the Paper Neckpiece of Accomplishment, but seeing him with one around his neck had me laughing so hard I couldn't speak. Yesterday was a fiasco. I was already ill, it was raining, and I couldn't get my head in the game.
What made things worse was one site. They ordered 1,580 feet of 20' Unistrut. No forklift. And the two morons they sent to unload me? Mars' lesser known sons Slow and Dumb. Getting strut off a truck is simple. Two health men can probably lift three pieces at once, although two is easier. Pick up, carry over to where you need the material, drop, repeat until your order is off. It should have taken 20 minutes.
Ha. First, these two needed to rearrange the yard, pushing tool boxes hither and yon. Then they tried to lift the 580' bundle. At once. The fact that it weighed close to 700lbs made them back off. I came over, cut off the binding clips, and explained I had hurt my back, so I really wasn't supposed to lift and carry. They start carrying one piece at a time.. two men! Hell, I can carry 40' of twenties by myself. It's awkward as hell, but I can do it.
About that time, my GI tract decided to do its Thera impersonation. Exit one driver to the port-o-san. Twenty minutes later I emerge (no, you don't want to know what that's like.) only to see that Dumb and Slow are not offloading. They haven't even finished the 580' bundle! Looking around, I find them at a first aid station. Dumb, who wasn't wearing gloves, had a boo-boo. A cut, shallow, about an inch long, on the back of his hand. This required several antibacterial wipes, two band-aids, and about a mile of gauze. I'm not kidding.
At this point, I had been there for nearly 45 minutes. I was pissed. I took over. I started hauling crap off the truck. I dragooned other workers to help, and we had that truck offloaded in 10 minutes.. that includes the 1000' bundle that Dumb and Slow hadn't reached. All in all, I was there for an hour. Because of my extended bathroom break, I put that down as my lunch break.
I really hope they never order from us again.
Finished The Bourne Identity. Great book. Next up, Roving Mars a first person account of the creation of the Mars Rover program. I have a pile of books to read, but I'm in a weird headspace when it comes to books right now. A lot of them are failing to grab me and I'm putting them aside. Also finished 1776, loaned from
baka49er. Amazing read. You really have to wonder how we ever survived long enough to become independent.Let's see.. Kiri won us tickets to KFOG's Ka-BOOM!. We've decided that is going to be our anniversary event for this year. Here's hoping the fog stays away! The Giants are freaking killing me. What else is new? Kylie the Wonder Niece has published her Unified Field Theory. Alas, it is in crayon, so the journals won't touch it. Niece To Be Named Later has a name now: Regan. I'm not saying a damn word. At least not where anyone can hear me. Expected debut is late July. My sister, being freaking weird, actually wants Regan to be born on Kylie's birthday. Because that worked out so well for the two of us.
(Twenty minute break) Thank Ghu for Uncle John's Bathroom Readers.
Oh, my back. Yeah, I hurt it. Again. The other day, we had to move the giant fricking anchor bolts that have made my life hell before. These things are close to three feet long, and weigh about 200lbs each. Also awkward as hell to carry, since most of the weight as at one end. Harry and I had to transfer six of these monsters from one pallet to another. There was no way to get a good lifting stance, so I had to bend over a little and lift with my arms. Yeah, it hurts. But I don't think i actually did any damage. But combine a strained lower back with GI distress? I'm not having fun today.
Assuming I'm capable of more than typing and staring at the walls, I'd like to get started on an article for a magazine that has expressed an interest in hearing from me. Polymancer is good, slick professional gaming magazine. I'm thinking about an article on treasure.. the problems associated with it. for example, put aside the sheer weight of the gold; what happens when you show up with a few thousand coins showing the despised and deposed King Therion? The current authorities are going to think you are an agent provocateur, and clamp you in irons. Never mind the radical inflation when the locals see the money the players have.. "300 Gold for a beer? Last week it was a copper penny!" "Last week you weren't throwing gold around like it was going out of style sir. Pay up or leave." I'm thinking about discussing letters of credit, debased coinage, and non-monetary treasure.
But odds are I'm going to spend the day dead for tax purposes.
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And that was even before they were clipped...
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