I tossed down a few days on the office vacation schedule recently, starting April 26th. But today I was informed that my convocation by the Labour Inspector will be on the 26th. She has to determine if I am leaving the company of my own free will or if I have been coerced into doing so. The previous two people who had appointments there were scheduled at 9am and 9:30am. Talking to the boss today, I asked when my appointment was (thinking "no problem if it's at the same time -- the interview lasts less than 30 minutes"). He looked at the letter and said "it's at 15:00."
Well, shit! I was planning to be on the road early that morning and had a possibily incredible Anyport photo shoot programmed at my destination. Now I won't be on the road before 16:00 at the very earliest and I have almost 3 hours of driving to do.
I was kind of worried that my big brother would be a bit disturbed/upset or something by the fact that I was going to stop working before him, since he is 3 years older than I.
But yesterday he sent me an email to tell me that his company had suddenly downsized (such a hypocritical word!) that day -- June 20th -- and that he had been terminated after 12 years there. And his last day of work is Friday June 22nd. Surprise!
He gets 12 weeks of salary as a termination indemnity and loses all health coverage in 3 months.
When I think of what I am getting, it makes me sick for him.
Luckily he is in the land of the free and the home of the brave ~~ people free enough to reject universal health coverage & hopefully brave enough to go out and get jobs as baggers at wal-mart despite being in their 60s & having worked all their lives.
And if I'm doing the math right, he's not old enough to get social security yet. Even if he were, the top amount is almost certainly not enough to live on unless his house is completely paid off, he maintains a large vegetable garden complete with fish-stocked pond, lives in a climate not requiring ac or heat, & bikes or walks almost everywhere.
Well, I know, but will I yet again wander away in my feckless way?
My stomach was sort of upset (<-- petty personal trauma), so I decided to take some already prepared oatmeal I had in the fridge & turn it into atole (drinkable gruel).
I had the lid of the pot tilted, but I guess the unattended bubbling wiggled it directly on top of the pot, leading to a lake of glutinous liquid all over the stove. Cleaned up the mess as best I could, the stove being hot & all, then stirred the oats down, added milk, tilted the lid on (stooooopid), and left it unattended yet again. Bigger mess the second time.
I am so sorry about yr brother's job, K. That stinks.
Had coffee yesterday with a friend who's suddenly in a similar boat, except that her old firm wants to hire her back as a freelance consultant. This will put her out on a limb at the same time it saves her global well heeled former employer a nice pocketful of change.
A little while ago I was sweeping. I had changed out of my clothes & was in a sleep shirt. As I swept, I detected what felt like a bruise on my upper left arm. This was odd, as I couldn't recall having hurt my arm. Every time I made a motion with the broom, my arm hurt. I went to feel it, & detected something under the sleeve, upright between my arm & the fabric.
No, but I have lots of spiny things in the yard. I need to look to see if anything has spines that big. I still can't figure out how it either got into my arm without my noticing it or how it could have gotten on the inside of the sleeve of my shirt.
I'm assuming you didn't sit on the cactus on purpose, right?
My recent petty trauma - I accidentally tumbled a large rock onto my foot while shoring up a boat launch at my parents' cabin. My whole foot is purple and the only shoes I can wear are flip-flops and bedroom slippers. So yesterday, I knocked a heavy staple gun off a ladder and where do you think it landed? Right on the same foot. More swelling and more purple.
So I bought a super duper scanner/printer/copier this week after several years of not having one at home (but now I don't have "that other place" to do all of my printing, scanning and copying), and I was doing just fine with the installation until we got to the wifi function. It just wouldn't connect, so I tried again, pushed more buttons and the damned computer would say "failure" while the damned printer would say "no computer detected." And then I gave up.
So the next day I tried again, found some things I hadn't done the previous day, so it was sure to work this time, but no, so I gave up.
And then today, I figured I would try again, found even more new stuff to do, and I still couldn't get it connected.
So I just grabbed a USB cable and plugged it in by wire. But I will figure out sooner or later how to get the damned wifi to work. I don't want to need the damned cable, and I'm sure that the whole thing was more expensive in the first place precisely because it has wifi.
Kerouac, have you tried googling the scanner/printer/copier/salami slicer/soul destroyer's brand name and model yet? I've had good luck doing that. You can often find better instructions than those that came with the product &/or forums where your problem is addressed.
Okay, enough about you.
I posted elsewhere about my very irritated right eye. I keep pulling & pushing at it, thinking I'll somehow magically fix it, I guess. Yesterday I was sitting at the computer & unconsciously rubbed the lid once again, whereupon I was forcefully reminded that I'd just picked some birdseye chiles with that hand & used those fingers to squeeze the chiles as I dropped them into a bottle of vinegar.
Burn!!!!!!!!!!!! I ran to the kitchen & put yogurt into a small Chinese soup spoon & held that against my poor abused eye.
This was hardly a petty personal trauma for me, more like full-blown devastation.
You'd probably have to know me to fully understand the impact of this blow, so for background I will show you the website of my church: www.angelobrocatoicecream.com/
Charlie & I went downtown yesterday. We passed an internet cafe named Spazio's right next to a charming place calling itself a trattoria. The fact that Spazio is a real Italian name made us think that perhaps the trattoria was related & tastily authentic. That impression was shored up by the sight of this sign. (I hurt my knee genuflecting before it.)
We were on our way to the mezcal fair (a bomb this year), but promised ourselves a lovely Italian meal on the way back, thrilled that we'd probably found a good new restaurant.
Thus it was that a couple of hours later we entered the restaurant with much anticipation. We were reading the menu & becoming disillusioned as we realized it was all over-priced pastas and pizzas. Then Charlie asked if I'd noticed that several dishes contained "salchicha". Yikes. Salchicha almost always means wienies -- mushy, horrible, almost tasteless, cheap, crummy Mexican wienies at that. Surely not, we thought, calling the Bambi-in-the-headlights waitress over. She had to get another waitress to come over and answer us. Yes, yes, it did mean salchicha/wienie, she said. To my "Oh no!", she quickly replied in a reassuring tone: "it's turkey salchicha", perhaps thinking I had cholesterol issues. The only thing nastier than regular salchicha is salchicha de pavo.
We gathered our things and fled, not even the idea of cannoli tempting us to stay.
Oh I did smile and chuckle at your restaurant experience Bixa ;D I just imagined me in that situation.....totally clueless Good on yer for asking the right questions and escaping the 'crap we are about to serve, may you be truly thankful'!
Post by cheerypeabrain on Aug 1, 2012 15:25:47 GMT
ew ew ew....
PPT this week
I didn't get paid any of my overtime because my boss didn't hand in my timesheet on time. Got to wait until next month. the only way I can get the dosh (money) any earlier is by writing a begging letter to the head of my department...I truly resent the fact that I have to beg, and think that the person who made the mistake should have rushed to put it right as soon as he found out! He's gone on holiday.
Sounds like my office. Even though I stopped working on June 29th, I didn't get part one of my final payout until July 25th -- and I probably won't get the rest until September. It wasn't exactly a surprise departure, because my departure date was decided on December 8, 2011.