Thursday, April 17, 2014

Routine is good

I was able to go for a walk recently and my favorite tree is still here and going strong. Grass looks awful though.

One plant I visit is in huge chaos as the launch is not going well. People are screaming and scheming and life there is not a happy place. Unless you are the one winning, then it is great fun.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Expedient


This is downtown Detroit at rush hour. That church-like structure on the right is Mariner's Church. Back in the day when the Edmund Fitzgerald sank in the November storm in Lake Superior, that church, Mariner's Church pastor (or whatever his proper name is) rang the bell 29 times. Once for every sailor, as Mariner's is a church for the peeps on the water. Listen to the Gordon Lightfoot musical tribute.

Everything went to shit this week and next week will be a whole new scary world. I can't wait to tell you all about it. When it happens, next week.

When I left the house this morning there was quite a lot of ice hanging from the bittersweet vine. I thought that it would all be gone when I would arrive at home as the was in intense sunshine. It was still there when I came home at 3 PM. WTF.


Monday, April 14, 2014

Smirnoff Vodka

I forgot to show you my birthday earrings from last year. Citrine, one of my favorites.

Sunday was my 2 year anniversary of not smoking any longer. Wish it was also my anniversary of any length of time for not being fat any longer.

With all the snow gone I have discovered the newest trends in automotive plant alcohol consumption. Yes, all the bottles are now on the bare ground instead of being hidden in the snow. Smirnoff Vodka is the winner and I am amazed it is now available in plastic bottles. So much safer than having broken glass all over the parking lots.

Some asshat engineer is running a trial tomorrow and keeps changing the time I will be there. He does not know he is working with a wily part time person. This should be fun.

I woke up this morning to 70 degrees at 4 AM and tonight it is supposed to snow. This winter does not want to give it up.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

It is all in the details


My new old boss handed me a business card from a company trying to get "quality" business from us. They mis-spelled a word. Just how in good conscience could I hire them and depend on the outcome of their work.

I have felt uncomfortable and discombobulated after my visit to the new plant last Friday. I just could not put my finger on it until this morning. New old boss does not want me to talk about where I have worked, that I know him from past jobs, that I know another guy, etc, etc. So what am I supposed to do tell people-that I fell off the turnip truck last Thursday? The guy I am supposed to snowball is the guy I may or may not be replacing if things do or do not work out. And everything I heard Friday made me wonder if I even want to explore this option.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Overheard at work

"Oh, he went back to jail and then he died in jail. Okay."

"You are coming to the baby shower, you know she likes to show off."

"Yep, she sure is lucky."

WTF

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Today was both hilarious and sobering

First funny of the day, I am walking into work in a huge, and I mean bigger than a football field parking lot, and this guy comes strolling out of nowhere with a paper plate with two homemade burgers. There was no top, no plastic wrap, 2 burgers on a paper---not Styrofoam plate.   There is no place that I can see where this guy could have gotten this food. There has never, ever been this kind of food available at this place. This was like the most crazy thing I have ever seen. And of course, he was on his mobile phone. The parking lot Hamburgler.

Second funny of the day, remember the offensive Bosch dishwasher? Well it has been sitting at the curb since last Friday. Grosse Pointe Woods keeps promising to pick it up and just never gets around to actually doing the job. So today they put a notice in my door. We are terrible shits and asshats as we put our garbage out toooooo early. Well, egads, we have offended the neighbors. (And you all know those folks.) So Big Daddy calls the Department of Codes and Enforcement and goes through the QandA and the Department of Codes and Enforcement does not have a hand cart to come and help BD put the offending dishwasher in the garage until Thursday after 5 and then come back and help him put it back out again, and well, everything is okay for right now. Just forget it.

At 5 PM BD notices the dishwasher is gone and he suspects Mr. Freep (also known as the hoarder) has escaped his wife and swiped the dishwasher off the curb. Life here is always interesting.

Today I was driving down the road and talking to BD on my hands free, blue tooth, Ford Sync'ed phone when I almost reared a car stopped in the road. I slammed the braked and swerved right and prayed no one was in that lane. A huge Dodge Ram that was following me did the same and we both made it out okay. BD is right, you just don't pay attention when you are talking like you think you do. I was blessed not to have had a really bad time.

BD also had a bad time on his way home. The car in front of him was behind a vehicle with shit hanging off the back. That vehicle starting backing up and smashed some stuff hanging off the back right through the window of the car. BD said the lady honked and honked and then jumped out.  Yeowwzah, not good.

Yes, I should have had a picture of the dishwasher, and the burger, but really there was no time on the burger. And where was he going? He was not going toward the plant. Maybe he was not in this time, one of those time change things. That is scary.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Packages galore

My dining room table is stacked high with packages.

Some are spring clothes.

Some are automotive parts.

I hope I can figure out where this shit is supposed to go, this is getting scary.

Oh there is some wrinkle cream in there too, that I need.

We are busy making an Easter menu, so far we have popovers for breakfast, Ina Garten's roasted nuts and puff pastry for snacks, experimental fried pickles for fun. Dinner will be a Dearborn ham and perhaps a souffle. I need to round out the side dishes and decide on a dessert. Big Daddy used to make a white chocolate creme brulee that was lovely. Must have early peas and maybe asparagus if it looks promising.

And we must get the gas station Easter Lily, Hydrangea, and excellent wine. Making the list so I will not forget anything.

I should get an Easter outfit, we will see.