banana bread is in the oven
I'm off today after working a six day week. I think clocked some 55 hours. Mike clocked over 60. One thing that I'm loving is working at the same place and shift with Mike. We get to take our breaks together! I've been loving him for over 24 years now, and I still melt a little when I see him.
I've been on this job for 60 days now and I've not been fired. I only mention this because I've had two accidents: I put the top of my hilo through the ceiling of a trailer, doing some $1400 in damage, and I crashed through a wooden bay door, costing maybe $200. The bay door was completely on me, I think. I just didn't have it up all the way.
The trailer accident happened a couple of weeks ago. I was emptying a really horrible trailer. They're supposed to be loaded so that things are stable. This trailer was very unstable. There was a stack of pallets at a slant, teetering, and I was trying to tease the top pallets out with the forks of my hilo. The whole pile let loose, crashing towards me. The hilo is enclosed by a cage, but having a 3 meter stack of heavy wooden pallets and other miscellaneous crap fall toward me was startling -- I reared back. When I reared back, my hand, on the forks control, pushed down, sending the forks up. With force.
I've also clocked in late a couple of times. Once at a minute and half late and once at less than a minute, but late is late. Still not fired, though. Which is nice.
My beloved Viking Husqvarna 6030 is on the fritz -- it's stuck in reverse and the tension thingy isn't tensioning. The guy at the shop gave me an estimate of $300 and said it wasn't worth it. Hmph. I told him that worth was subjective and he just blinked. Mike said that he might be able to get it going if he could find a repair manual or something. We might need to buy parts. In the mean time, I have a friend who can loan me her very dusty one.
Mmmm, I can smell the banana bread.
Today I have three jobs that I want to get done: take all the clothes out of the little boys room, pull the vegetables and wash the animals.
The clothes are all coming into my room. Jerome doesn't keep a good enough eye on the kids, and I'm tired of waking up in the morning to finding all the boys' clothes strewn all over the floor of their room. I didn't throw any dresser drawers this week. :) but I've been looking at it and feeling powerless. Not so! No more clothes on the floor because now I'll get out the clothes for one day at a time.
Since the snow of a couple of weeks ago, the vegetables in the garden are done. Well, the cabbages just shrugged it off, but the tomatoes need to go. So I'll pull everything up and throw it in the compost. It'll be interesting to see if anything germinates in the spring.
And, oy, still with the fleas. We might need to bomb the house.
I just heard that the storm heading our way is going to be a doozy. Very high winds with chance of tornado. If we get anything, it'll be overnight tonight.
I've been on this job for 60 days now and I've not been fired. I only mention this because I've had two accidents: I put the top of my hilo through the ceiling of a trailer, doing some $1400 in damage, and I crashed through a wooden bay door, costing maybe $200. The bay door was completely on me, I think. I just didn't have it up all the way.
The trailer accident happened a couple of weeks ago. I was emptying a really horrible trailer. They're supposed to be loaded so that things are stable. This trailer was very unstable. There was a stack of pallets at a slant, teetering, and I was trying to tease the top pallets out with the forks of my hilo. The whole pile let loose, crashing towards me. The hilo is enclosed by a cage, but having a 3 meter stack of heavy wooden pallets and other miscellaneous crap fall toward me was startling -- I reared back. When I reared back, my hand, on the forks control, pushed down, sending the forks up. With force.
I've also clocked in late a couple of times. Once at a minute and half late and once at less than a minute, but late is late. Still not fired, though. Which is nice.
My beloved Viking Husqvarna 6030 is on the fritz -- it's stuck in reverse and the tension thingy isn't tensioning. The guy at the shop gave me an estimate of $300 and said it wasn't worth it. Hmph. I told him that worth was subjective and he just blinked. Mike said that he might be able to get it going if he could find a repair manual or something. We might need to buy parts. In the mean time, I have a friend who can loan me her very dusty one.
Mmmm, I can smell the banana bread.
Today I have three jobs that I want to get done: take all the clothes out of the little boys room, pull the vegetables and wash the animals.
The clothes are all coming into my room. Jerome doesn't keep a good enough eye on the kids, and I'm tired of waking up in the morning to finding all the boys' clothes strewn all over the floor of their room. I didn't throw any dresser drawers this week. :) but I've been looking at it and feeling powerless. Not so! No more clothes on the floor because now I'll get out the clothes for one day at a time.
Since the snow of a couple of weeks ago, the vegetables in the garden are done. Well, the cabbages just shrugged it off, but the tomatoes need to go. So I'll pull everything up and throw it in the compost. It'll be interesting to see if anything germinates in the spring.
And, oy, still with the fleas. We might need to bomb the house.
I just heard that the storm heading our way is going to be a doozy. Very high winds with chance of tornado. If we get anything, it'll be overnight tonight.