Quick Question

I just used an entire can of carpet cleaner on three stains. Does this mean:

A. I have OCD when it comes to carpet stains.
B. I need a bigger can of carpet cleaner.
C. I need a new carpet cleaner because the one I used obviously isn’t strong enough.
D. I need to get a flat with tile/wood flooring.
E. Other

Could You Please Pass the Salt?

A co-worker of mine constantly half-asses and bullshits his way through his shift. I really like the guy, as a sit down and chat over coffee kind of guy, but for the love of God, please don’t milk the clock when there is work to be done. He has a supervisor position in a major hospital here and the job with me is his second of the day. He’s trying to put his senior in high school through Harvard (if he gets in). Really, warms the heart, but if you take on a second job, you need to take on the consequences of it i.e. fatigue. Needless to say, I was a bit miffed when he decided to leave his shift two hours early this week, deeming that my co-worker and I could handle it.

First off, he wasn’t even completed with his work. It meant additional work for my co-worker and I to do.

Secondly, where the hell does he get off deciding that we could handle the work and he could leave? Granted, we work as if he wasn’t even there because he hardly even lifts a finger. I was more miffed at what he did and how he did it as opposed to leaving work early.

I wrote my boss a polite e-mail, detailing what happened, how I was frustrated due to him just leaving like that, and that this wasn’t his first time doing it.

The next day I find out that my boss has mentioned to everyone in my department that I had sent her an e-mail about him. Now, if there had been anything pertaining to them in the e-mail, I wouldn’t have minded. Hell, I expected her to tell my co-worker. However, I fail to see how a confidential correspondence between I and my boss becomes “need to know” for everyone.

My favourite part was when I saw her e-mail in reply to mine. She stated that my co-worker had left her a long detailed message about why he left early. That we were lucky to be able to work when it was slow. That he was a different category of employee, so that made his hours flexible. That he was coming from the perspective that if work is slow you are to leave (which is apparently ok). That she is well aware of who is doing what in her department when it comes to workload and that my co-worker and I could easily handle the work load left (uh, wasn’t arguing that).

And the real gem of the mail was the last paragraph. She said that although I acted with the best intentions, I am the only employee e-mailing her about work flow and other issues. That she knows what is going on in her department, and to let her handle the work flow and issues of her staff and to focus on my work and my work only.

Ya know, if she had just typed “Fuck Off. K. Thx.” it would’ve saved her a paragraph of typing. Then again, it probably isn’t too P.C.

I don’t know if she’s feeling threatened or what. I still find myself wondering how she was able to procure and maintain a management position for so long with these stupid antics she gets up to. I also know she was a supervisor with the co-worker in question at the same hospital for 4-5 years.

One of the benefits of my job is minimal to no supervision. That translates into my boss doesn’t know what happens unless someone tells her or it bites her in the ass. Apparently, I am the only one in my department that has the balls to tell her, because really, who likes their ass bitten at the end of the day? I know I don’t.  However, after today, I’ll even pass people the salt and pepper.

Spiced Caramel Apple Cider

1. Prepare pot on stove to warm apple juice.

2. Locate apple juice, realise you are out.

3. Locate powdered apple cider mix. Boil 400 mL water instead.

4. In another pot, combine 200g brown sugar, pinch of cinnamon, pinch of nutmeg.

5. Heat slowly until sugar mixture begins to melt.

6. Kick dog out of kitchen.

7. Smell something burning, realise that although not all sugar has melted, it is burning.

8. Trip over cat on way to sink to cool the pot, dispose of mixture, and begin again.

9.  In clean pot, combine 100g brown sugar, pinch of cinnamon, pinch of nutmeg, 100g white sugar.

10. Heat slowly until sugar mixture begins to melt on reduced heat.

11. Watch sugar begin to bubble, occasionally removing from heat.

12. Swirl melted mixture in pot, notice it is looking a little too brown,

13. Dispose of mixture in sink and begin again.

14. In a clean pot, combine 200g white sugar, pinch of cinnamon, pinch of nutmeg.

15. Heat slowly until sugar mixture begins to melt on reduced heat.

16. Watch sugar begin to bubble, occasionally removing from heat.

17. Notice mixture is beginning to bubble almost black in middle of pot, but still solid white along the edges.

18. Trip over dog, stubbing toe into the kitchen cabinet, falling into the sink with hot pot.

19. Exhaust monthly alotted usage of all variants of “fuck,” while cooling off scalded fingers and cleaning pot.

20. Switch on the largest burner on stove, with hopes of more even heating.

22. Break out the mortar and pestle, and grind 200g of white sugar to a fine powder.

21. In clean pot, combine 200g ground white sugar, pinch of cinnamon, pinch of nutmeg.

22. Heat on low heat on larger burner until melts.

23. When melted, swirl around in pot, occasionally removing from heat, until reaching syrup consistency.

24. Return to pot of water, now simmering, and add powdered cider mix.

25. Pour cider into mug.

26. Return to pot on stove with caramel syrup.

27. Place pot in cold water to stop cooking process.

28. Take spoon and attempt to drizzle syrup into hot cider.

29. Watch sugar strands form while removing spoon from pot of syrup, during drizzling attempt.

30. Taste cider with caramel. Realize “caramel” is actually elegantly burned sugar

31. Dump cider down the kitchen drain, using up next month’s allotment of all variants of “fuck.”

32. Suddenly remember that there is caramel dip in the fridge.

33. Throw in the towel and go to bed, using up this month’s and next month’s allotments of all variants of “shit,” and “damn.”

CHOMP!

With me working full time and bouncing back from personal hell raised by my father’s family, I let school slip. Yeah, you know that thing I am also doing full time?  The one that is biting me in the ass? I swear there aren’t enough hours in the day. So over the next twenty-four hours I have two major papers that I haven’t even begun the research for, four minor papers that I just need to sit down and crank out, an exam to sit, and I believe seven “discussion” topics that need about a typed page response each. I feel like adding to the list “and a partridge in a pear tree.” It kinda rounds it out nicely, doesn’t it? If I alternate espresso shots with red bull, my stomach shouldn’t get too screwed up, right?