Category: work
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adventures in unemployment
Happy Monday! My job’s been eliminated! How’s your day been? Not sure what to add to that. Most people have been knocked around one way or another by our current economic climate change, so it’s not like you haven’t heard this one before, or that it’s much of a surprise, really. And I’m fortunate, sort Read.
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so close
WE’RE SO CLOSE TO SPRING! About a week ago, when winter finally showed the first signs of letting up on us just a bit, My Darling B went out to her garden to paw through the snow cover, searching for sprouting garlic but, so sad, couldn’t find any. This week, it’s been even warmer, and Read.
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stiffed
Friday was the last day for one of the people in our department, so a bunch of us ordered sub sandwiches from Potbelly’s and everybody threw in a little extra to buy Sandie’s lunch. The delivery guy from Potbelly’s came to the office about thirty seconds after I took a phone call that I couldn’t Read.
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fat fingers
I was showing Katrina, one of my coworkers, how to use the laser printer to address envelopes, which is way cool and a whole hell of a lot easier than trying to get the address on a letter to line up with the window in a window envelope, or print an address on a label Read.
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bowler
Stiff muscles … aching joints … swollen ligaments … this is the hand of a man who participated in the company’s annual bowling event, the same man who hasn’t bowled a single frame since 2006. Ouch. Every year, Bill B (the guy at the office who hired me for my first job after I retired Read.
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stalking
Notice anything missing? I didn’t, until I got to work yesterday. It was like that dream where you’re in a big crowd of people and you suddenly realize you’re wearing nothing but underwear. My coworkers were very understanding about it. All day long as I padded around the office I expected somebody to say something Read.
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wingnut
One of the really great things about my job in the military was that they sent me back to tech school every once in a while, which might sound like a drag to you, but I promise it’s not. Here, for instance, is a photo from the first time they sent me to tech school. Read.
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Days with LT Griffin
Today will mark one full set of day watches with the new LT. It’s been a baptism by fire. We started out with the fiasco of Airman Woods, an uncertified op, training Airman Pedersen; then we had the fiasco when SN Judd’s records hit the front office with no training documented. We’re still getting fallout Read.
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FAT
Seaman Judd pointed out to me that, because she’s on the First Aid Team, she’s carried on the rolls as “SN Judd, FAT.” She added that, at her last station, she was on the first aid team for the stern section, so she was “SN Judd, FAT STERN.” She figures it’s only a matter of Read.
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six months
I’m rapidly approaching the time when I dread reporting to work while the day shop is in. One more example of little to no documentation in training records landed us all in the shitter again today. They say it rolls downhill, so I set fire to every block controller’s ass. It’ll take weeks to shake Read.
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