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Phone Call of the Day

June 22nd, 2006 (03:12 pm)
annoyed

current mood: annoyed

Today's Winner for Wacky Phone Call:


ME: Rogers Funeral Home, this is Doherty.

CALLER: Yes, I was wondering if you could tell me if you have Mr. Ralph Wise and when his date of death and birth were.

ME: Did we have his service recently?

CALLER: I don't know. I don't know if you even had it.

ME: Oh. Do you know the year that he died?

CALLER: No.

ME: Can you give me an idea? It would help me look up the information.

CALLER: Uh...

ME: We have information in a computer file for the last seven years or so. If it was longer ago than that I will have to look it up in a paper file.

CALLER: It was longer than that.

ME: Well, do you have an idea of a few years' span? Our books are by year, so I would have to go through them one at a time and look for his information. It would help if I could narrow it down a bit.

CALLER: I really don't have any idea. It's my friend's husband and I want to do a living flame thing for him and I need his birth and death dates. I've known her about ten years and he passed away before that but I don't know how long before.

ME: Okay, I will see what I can do and get back with you.


SO... I spend 30 minutes going through twenty years of books and then back to the 60s and 70s in a card file. I call her back and she tells me that she doesn't even know if we had the service anyway, so thanks. I suppose it would have been too much for her to ask her friend for at least some basic info, if not all of it.....

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Flies Flee in Fear

June 13th, 2006 (10:22 am)
chipper

current mood: chipper

Super Hubby came home last night with a flyswatter and a can of killer bug spray. The next half hour was spent chasing flies around the house with one or the other, watching them be smashed into bug juice or writhe in poison agony. Super Hubby made a trip to the attic to look for anything dead that may have been attracting the flies. He found nothing, and we debated over whether or not that was good news... I grabbed the vaccuum and disposed of the casualties. The final death toll was 75.

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one of those days

June 12th, 2006 (04:09 pm)
frustrated

current mood: frustrated

Okay, so I don't usually blog. Wait, I never blog. It's partly because I have plenty of other things to do that I don't have the time. And I don't make the time because I figure nobody really cares about anything I'd have to say anyway. Let's face it, I'm no philosophical genius and my life is way short of exciting to say the least.

But today... today is a venting day... so even if no one ever reads this post I will find satisfaction in releasing my frustrations onto my computer screen.

I slept in a little late this morning because yesterday I slipped and fell and somehow wound up hurting my arm. (The funny part of that story is that I was carrying clean laundry when I fell, and the towels fell underneath me so I didn't hurt my rear...) So I tried to sleep off the ache a little bit. Sleeping in is supposed to make you feel great about your day, right?

Well, I decided to make a pot roast for dinner because I hardly ever make it. In fact, my mom makes it so often for us when we come for dinner that I don't know if I've ever made one for Tim and I. I put in on very low heat in the pot with plenty of water (like I always do) and then ran over to my dad's to do some work. (Let me say that I have made pot roast a multitude of times, so there was no fear of screwing it up.) I came back a little bit later to find it absolutely burnt to a crisp. I had to take the pot outside to cool off just so my smoke alarm wouldn't go crazy. Argh... I think my stove is screwy.

As I was dealing with that I noticed that there were quite a few flies buzzing around the house. (Note: We do not have a flyswatter.) I headed out to return a movie and stopped at Wal-Mart. I could not find a flyswatter anywhere. So it was off to Kroger for a new roast and they didn't have one either. What, is it like not p.c. now to kill a stinkin' little housefly?????

I got home and decided I would worry about it later. I sat down to work in my office and was shortly overwhelmed by the bussing noise surrounding me. I rolled up some newspaper and began swatting any flies that had the gall to land. I started in the laundry room and then moved to the kitchen. Once it got quieter I moved on to the office. I swatted a few that were in plain sight and then pulled up the mini-blinds. That is when I went running and screaming from the room. No, I am not kidding. There were flies EVERYWHERE. I have NO idea how they go in the house, but here I sit now with no bug spray, no flyswatter, and a house full of pesty buzzing flies. EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I called hubby at work and told him he had to come home a.s.a.p. or he may come home to find that I had run away.

Meanwhile..... I did a montage for lady and she is so stinkin nit-picky about what she wants it to look like. I spent an hour and a half with her a few weeks ago as she laid out the changes she wantd me to make. I did them, and last week she called and I spent another half hour talking to her about more changes. Today she finally called to tell me "it looks wonderful, but..." AAHH! Don't say that to me! There is no such thing as "it looks wonderfull, but..."!!! Her "but" consisted of the fact that in two different places, part of a picture was showing into another picture where I had blended them together and she didn't like it. (Um, it's a montage. It's supposed to look like that. If you want all the photos to have harsh lines between them, get your pictures, scissors, glue, and posterboard and have at it.) Good thing I was on the phone with her and not in person so that she couldn't see the irritation on my face... "I'm sorry, which picture did you say? I can't hear you because there are FLIES BUZZING IN MY EAR!!!"

Here's to hating Mondays...........................

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