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We haven't quite adjusted to Kirsten going from weekly to biweekly paychecks; in a classic Offhand Manor "oops" we've run a bit short on ready cash for the next week.
A week which, of course, includes dinner with my mom and my aunts, our trip up to the City for KFOG's Ka-BOOM!, and (hopefully) us eating something other than the shredded cheese and saltine crackers I got for my last chili binge. Tighten those belts, kids.
After yet another long day (see below) Kiri picked me up and we headed for Costco to get her baby repellent. Along the way we decided (if the drooling, monosyllabic grunts we used can be considered as evidence of reasoned thought going on) that stuffing would be good. It's cheap, easy, and fills you up. Goes well with beer, too.
After spirited debate ("grunt" "counter-grunt" "Jane, you ignorant grunt") it was determined that hitting Safeway (where we knew Stove Top Stuffing could be located) before Costco would be too time consuming, so we rolled the dice. Of course, Kiri grabbed a spot close to the door. I loath her when she does that.
While she waited for the pharmacist, I proceeded on the Great Seasoned Bread Crumb Hunt. I prowled the aisles, scanning high and low, checking even the places I knew it couldn't possibly be. I even grew desperate enough to do the unthinkable... I asked a warehouse store employee for help.
"ummmm... I don't think we carry that." Thanks, moron, since I just told that we'd bought it there before!
Hooking up again with Kiri, we retraced my steps. Not that she doesn't trust me, but I was very tired and had claimed to have befriended a Yeti near the produce locker. Still no stuffing.
Tired and dejected, we left Costco unstuffed. I hope they're happy.
Anyway, work was long and annoying for one reason. No one can read a flipping order! (This includes me, by the way.)
Among my other orders was a bundle of 20' strut going to an address in Livermore. I recognized the street (it's just down from one of our vendors) and saw no problems. Then, at the last second, E. added a pallet of material to the order. Running late, I grabbed it and ran.
Pausing at my last stop before this job, I was looking for a phone number (so I could make sure the guy was going to be there - it was getting close to lunch) and noticed that next to the address was LAW LIV NTL LAB - UPS ONLY!. A brief digression. When you drive a truck into LLNL for a delivery you are given a pass restricting you to the East Road Truck Corridor. Wander from that, and stern gentlemen with fine German submachine guns will soon stop you for a not-so-brief, not-so-friendly chat. Going anywhere else at LLNL (or Sandia, for that matter) requires an actual badge, a process that takes six weeks.
This contractor was working in an area that I cannot mention publicly without violating Federal Law (see icon for hint.) I was told they get off lunch at 1240, go to the East Visitors gate, park in lot outside the gate, and call. I took my lunch, and showed up at 1245, called, and waited. Half an hour later, the contractor's truck showed up. Seems they have to get searched coming and going, a process that takes twenty minutes. Another ten for the three of us to transfer their material from my truck to their truck, and I'm finally on the way.
Get back in, and point out the problem to E. and to the salesman involved. The sales dude sees no problem in me sitting idle for upwards of an hour. Needless to say, I disagree.
A week which, of course, includes dinner with my mom and my aunts, our trip up to the City for KFOG's Ka-BOOM!, and (hopefully) us eating something other than the shredded cheese and saltine crackers I got for my last chili binge. Tighten those belts, kids.
After yet another long day (see below) Kiri picked me up and we headed for Costco to get her baby repellent. Along the way we decided (if the drooling, monosyllabic grunts we used can be considered as evidence of reasoned thought going on) that stuffing would be good. It's cheap, easy, and fills you up. Goes well with beer, too.
After spirited debate ("grunt" "counter-grunt" "Jane, you ignorant grunt") it was determined that hitting Safeway (where we knew Stove Top Stuffing could be located) before Costco would be too time consuming, so we rolled the dice. Of course, Kiri grabbed a spot close to the door. I loath her when she does that.
While she waited for the pharmacist, I proceeded on the Great Seasoned Bread Crumb Hunt. I prowled the aisles, scanning high and low, checking even the places I knew it couldn't possibly be. I even grew desperate enough to do the unthinkable... I asked a warehouse store employee for help.
"ummmm... I don't think we carry that." Thanks, moron, since I just told that we'd bought it there before!
Hooking up again with Kiri, we retraced my steps. Not that she doesn't trust me, but I was very tired and had claimed to have befriended a Yeti near the produce locker. Still no stuffing.
Tired and dejected, we left Costco unstuffed. I hope they're happy.
Anyway, work was long and annoying for one reason. No one can read a flipping order! (This includes me, by the way.)
Among my other orders was a bundle of 20' strut going to an address in Livermore. I recognized the street (it's just down from one of our vendors) and saw no problems. Then, at the last second, E. added a pallet of material to the order. Running late, I grabbed it and ran.
Pausing at my last stop before this job, I was looking for a phone number (so I could make sure the guy was going to be there - it was getting close to lunch) and noticed that next to the address was LAW LIV NTL LAB - UPS ONLY!. A brief digression. When you drive a truck into LLNL for a delivery you are given a pass restricting you to the East Road Truck Corridor. Wander from that, and stern gentlemen with fine German submachine guns will soon stop you for a not-so-brief, not-so-friendly chat. Going anywhere else at LLNL (or Sandia, for that matter) requires an actual badge, a process that takes six weeks.
This contractor was working in an area that I cannot mention publicly without violating Federal Law (see icon for hint.) I was told they get off lunch at 1240, go to the East Visitors gate, park in lot outside the gate, and call. I took my lunch, and showed up at 1245, called, and waited. Half an hour later, the contractor's truck showed up. Seems they have to get searched coming and going, a process that takes twenty minutes. Another ten for the three of us to transfer their material from my truck to their truck, and I'm finally on the way.
Get back in, and point out the problem to E. and to the salesman involved. The sales dude sees no problem in me sitting idle for upwards of an hour. Needless to say, I disagree.
