Blonde Moments

I think I've mentioned before that I despise phone chatters in the restroom. If you're going to talk on your phone, do it somewhere outside the bathroom. I get so ticked, I'll give two or three extra flushes just to make really certain the person on the other end of that conversation knows that they're being talked to while on the toilet. 

That's really high on my gross factor list.

Then the powers that be decided to go and do something like THIS. 

And I ask, WHY?

One of my buddies was ranting about sales people.  So, somewhat related, I decided on a rant of my own.   It's not long, but it's just something that irritates me in the contracting world. 

Here it is:

< rant >

My resume is fine like it is. If you, in your eternal quest to procure more government contracts, want me to tailor my resume to include things that I haven't done so you can pimp it out to said govvies, you're S.O.L.

Not everything needs to be done YESTERDAY. You knew about this a week ago. You took your sweet time telling me about this requirement, I'm going to take my sweet time telling you that I've fulfilled it.

Really? You promised the govvies that we could do WHAT? With what miracle potion and time machine were you thinking we would use?

Argh!

< /rant >

Almost as soon as I got to work and sat down in my chair, the lights in the building went out. It turns out that there was a scheduled power outage that I was likely told about but threw away the email since 99.9% of those don't apply to me.

So, I had to scrounge up a workie-related computer so I could get my work done. 

At the end of the day, I didn't want to do anything but head to my cave and hibernate.  So, no class tonight for me.  I guess most of the other classmates agreed.

Oh, and I have a new, noisy, next door neighbor.  I'm pretty sure it's a guy, but if he doesn't quiet down, I'm going to have to bang on the wall or something. 

24 hour quiet zone, dude.  Read the rules.

Sheesh.

I wish.

My name is Shawn and I'm a bath-a-holic.  It has now been 5 months since I've lounged in a tub. 

There was one lady at work today that needed a severe dressing down by her boss.  She was rude, out of control, and outright disrespectful to her boss.  I wanted to leap over the wall and confront this lady.  She was so ... unprofessional.

If I were her boss, I would have told her to pack her bags.  It's not as if they would have noticed an increased workload, this woman doesn't do much of anything all day.  Then she says she stays late, but I've been there when she's "working" late and she just stays to talk to her family on Skype. 

So, I did the only thing I could do.  I made some hot water and offered the lady's boss some hot tea.  Tea fixes most anything. 

But I could still use a nice, liesurely bath.

I'll be travelling the next couple of days.  In fact, I travelled today to one of my nearby sites.  It was another day where it took almost 5 hours to get six miles down the road ~ most of which was spent waiting for my ride to come back. 

Tonight, when they picked me up, they told me that they had to stop at another site on the way back and drop a pallet off.  They were sincerely hoping that the forklift would be there to greet them.  Well, it wasn't.

They told me I could get out and stretch my legs, and I took them up on it.  The problem is, though, this is on a training compound for the Afghan National Army and apparently, they were just getting out of supper.  Because, suddenly, there were gobs and gobs of the guys marching in somewhat of a formation past our humvee.  The gunner laughed when a couple of the guys practically turned their heads right off trying to get a look at me.  I went and hid on the far side of the humvee after that.  It was just too... unnerving.

Finally, they brought out a little bobcat forklift to get the pallet off the truck.  The humvee driver and I looked at it and immediately said, "no way will that little thing lift that".  And we were right.  The little bobcat started to tip over and it had barely lifted the pallet a foot off the bed of the truck.  So, it set the pallet back down and off they went to find something a little...meatier.  Out comes this huge forklift that easily slid the pallet onto its forks. 

The best part of the night?  I made it back to my Camp just before supper at the DFAC closed.

Yes!  Score:  Shawn = 1, DFAC = 0.  You will not defeat me today, DFAC.   Not today.