goddam sons o' hoahs

I had to crawl up the last couple of steps to the front of our apartment building because of the ice - it's been raining and freezing on for the past several hours, and it's only going to get worse all night.  "But at least," I said to myself, "the management company has provided salt or something which I can put down!"  I'd seen the black five-gallon bucket in the entry-way.  What I didn't realize was that they had not opened the bucket.  I struggled with it for probably 30 seconds or more before I realized I really DID need to pull off the strip around the top, and even when I got that off it was not easy to get open with my weak fingers.  But I managed it, eventually.  And then began to look around for something to scoop the stuff out with.  They hadn't left anything.  I grabbed a flyer which had been left in the recycle bin under the mailboxes.  That allowed me to scoop up perhaps a third of a cup at a time, so it took about a dozen trips to lightly coat both sets of steps.

Now I really should go shovel out a space for my car before the slush all freezes, because there's still lots of snow out there.  I parked in someone else's shoveled out space.  The place I normally park was empty because it would be so hard to get into with all that snow and slush in it.  It's hard to get up the energy to go do that when Eor's already happily asleep.  Also, I keep picturing me shoveling that all out, driving around the block to get into it, and finding someone else has already parked in it. 

Bleh. 

Friday's Christmas buffet, griping about my assignment, no furniture, autism class (backposted)

Fed us well at work, today.  Huge pans of half-chickens which I think were paid for by one of the managers.  I think most things which were brought were bought rather than homemade, because everyone's running out of time at this season, but most of it was probably brought in by co-workers.  I suspect PS (am shift), who used to be a baker, was responsible for the pumpkin mousse pie with graham cracker crust and mocha mousse pie with oreo crust.  OMGyum.  I ate myself sick, twice.

All the stuff was laid out on folding tables because they had taken all the furniture away.  Turns out it had been leased for the last three years.  We're supposed to have new furniture in on Saturday.

I spent the day watching people yet again.  That made four days this week.  FIL (who was in for the buffet with his kids, although it was his day off) said that was because Double D. was in class for on-screen resolution and JS is away on leave, but it sorta doesn't fly because Malibu was in, and DC is also trained (he comes in at 2pm, but he might be convinced to come in earlier). 

Because of no furniture the managers were hanging around with nothing to do.  I asked if Aviation Safeguard could go back and help us clean up that buffet, but the managers didn't want to have to escort them.  I took AS a plate of goodies, later.  Mostly non-chocolate, because N. who works for AS is allergic to chocolate.

The autism class was scary, and I'm so glad we had it.  I felt like a complete idiot because I thought I knew more than I did, and because I didn't realize why I was required to be there.  KT had it nailed when I mused out loud about it to him - because as a spotter I'm supposed to be noticing people's behaviors when I'm out there watching the line, and if they're acting odd I hopefully will be able to tell if the odd behavior is possibly because of autism. 

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The snow shoveling went really well.  Not.  My neighbor came out and yelled at me for making too much noise too late.  Poor Eor only just got me calmed back down - I was sobbing uncontrollably.  I don't deal well with conflict.  It just frikkin sucks to have to haul your sorry tired ass out to shovel in the middle of the night and then get yelled at for it.