a lockout/tagout kind of day
Having not liked the aftereffect of the Trazodone night before last, I opted last night to take a couple of the Marinol we had in the house to try to quiet my mind for sleep. Ugh. No buzz and an awful drag-ass morning.
Drove downtown, since parking is free on holidays, and went to work. Things went along as expected until I went to mix the ground beef, ground pork, egg, sautéed mirepoix, herbs, butter, and breadcrumbs for meatloaf night. The bowl carriage on the 40-quart floor mixer dropped to the floor with a huge CLANG!! as I went to raise the bowl. This was not good. Luckily my meatloaf did NOT fall on the floor, though it was close. I mixed 40+ pounds of meatloaf by hand, and my shoulders are gonna hurt tomorrow. I gave up on the chunked russets for mashed potatoes and did parsley buttered (well, margarined) new red potatoes instead.
Kevin has been working on overhauling the fish pond in the yard of a house where he used to live and we are both pretty beat tonight. As I type I have my feet in the bubbly-vibrating footbath my dear one gave me.
The boss has to go to Flagstaff for three weeks (that Cardinals gig I mentioned), leaving Friday, so she won't be around for the last two weeks of the term. Another manager will take her place. The lead ("Elsie") told Benny today that "SOME people around here have a RUDE awakening coming when [the boss] is gone. If they don't do things the way they're supposed to, I'm gonna WRITE 'EM UP!"
I'd like to see her fucking try. Stay tuned.
Drove downtown, since parking is free on holidays, and went to work. Things went along as expected until I went to mix the ground beef, ground pork, egg, sautéed mirepoix, herbs, butter, and breadcrumbs for meatloaf night. The bowl carriage on the 40-quart floor mixer dropped to the floor with a huge CLANG!! as I went to raise the bowl. This was not good. Luckily my meatloaf did NOT fall on the floor, though it was close. I mixed 40+ pounds of meatloaf by hand, and my shoulders are gonna hurt tomorrow. I gave up on the chunked russets for mashed potatoes and did parsley buttered (well, margarined) new red potatoes instead.
Kevin has been working on overhauling the fish pond in the yard of a house where he used to live and we are both pretty beat tonight. As I type I have my feet in the bubbly-vibrating footbath my dear one gave me.
The boss has to go to Flagstaff for three weeks (that Cardinals gig I mentioned), leaving Friday, so she won't be around for the last two weeks of the term. Another manager will take her place. The lead ("Elsie") told Benny today that "SOME people around here have a RUDE awakening coming when [the boss] is gone. If they don't do things the way they're supposed to, I'm gonna WRITE 'EM UP!"
I'd like to see her fucking try. Stay tuned.