So many things I forget to post, which I had fully intended to. (Am composing between doing other things so as to avoid spamming my f-list.)

Pease Airport* shut down a couple of weeks ago, and we gained some of their staff, including MeeMaw who originally trained with us and worked with us for quite a while, but transferred down there over a year ago because it was a shorter drive for her. So, with her back, Alice the Bookseller back for a short while (she'd been helping out in Aspen, Colorado for ski season), and Mistress of the Night back in town for a few days, (and of course Mother of the Singer and I had never left) we had available the majority of the Ladies Who Pretended To Be A Book Club So We Could Go Out To Breakfast Together. Alice rounded us all up, along with Granny Goose, who retired a while back, and we heard lots of wild stories about Alice and Mistress of the Night's crazy escapades in various strange and exotic places. It was great to see everyone. :)

Completely unrelatedly, I'm having either a low-level cold or allergies, and I'm betting on allergies because a LOT of people at work are complaining of exactly the same symptoms. There's something coming into bloom. I think one of the not-newbies from Pease told me birch or beech trees, perhaps? And then of course the air-conditioning at work was switched on last week, and we all strongly suspect that there's a lot of dust that comes out of the air system in the building when they switch from heating to air-conditioning. On top of which I always feel sick when I start my period, and get chills, so I was a miserable little puppy at work last night with my nose dripping, huddling in on myself trying to keep warm in my short-sleeved shirt. Of course we're short handed when all the day people leave, so I couldn't even be spared to get my sweater. (I can't even seem to get through to the guy who plans the schedules how very short-handed we are in the evening, but of course he always says he can only work within what's mandated by Washington so there's really no point in bending his ear.)

What with the Pease transfers and all the trainees we have in right now I don't know the names of half the people in the Checkpoint most days. I hate this.

...(*goes off to practice multiplication for a while*)...

Bwahaha! Eor put an easter egg in the multiplication practice program he made for me the other day! After a while (I don't know if it's tripped by me having so many right in a row or what) it responds, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a program like this?" And not like anyone else cares but my current score is 96.59% correct, four seconds per question. I'm still doing very basic stuff, I want to get this down. It's very smart of him to put the easter eggs in, because then he knows I played in it. :)

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Wow. I just had a total Senior Moment. I went to make Kool-Aid and instead of dumping the packet into the jug we use I dumped it right into my cup of tea. I can't tell you how terrifying this was for me, for a moment. Thoughts like "How long will it be before I have to take a hike and not come back?" rushed into my mind. I don't want to make one of those kinds of mistakes at work. And I really question the sense of contemplating moving from the job I'm doing now to one where my mental acuity would be even more important in meaning the difference between life and death for some individuals, as it would if I took up Nursing. I do have a tendency toward the melodramatic of I don't watch myself. :)

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Don't tell our Management Company, but I opened the window a little. The air is so soft! It's luring me to walk to work, but I should really play some more Addition and Multiplication. Just thought of something else I've been wanting to post, too, but it needs a cut for spoilers so I'll need to start another post.

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* Which used to be Pease Air Force Base only, what, seventeen years ago? I'm sure there's no connection with the "Pease is our profeshion."

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