"You Can't Fix Stupid"--Ron White

After a weeks worth of stupid in three days I was looking forward to my four day weekend--which I will get to later. But first I feel I should let you in on some of the stupid as it really is such a waste to not share it. Overheard last week--
Employee #1: “Check in (client name here) files to see if this bill has been paid--there will be a copy of the check in one of (name three files here).”

Employee #2: “What do you mean?”

Employee #1: “We need to see if this bill has been paid. If it has there will be a copy of the check in one of (client’s name) files. It would have been put in (name three files here).”

Employee #2: “What do you mean?”

Employee #1: (who at this point is not sure if employee #2 is just being funny or not, so she checks) “Seriously?”

Employee #2: “I don’t know what you mean.”

Employee #1: “You need to check the file. The physical file.” (employee #1 walks up to employee #2 desk and picks up a file.) “The file that is in the accordion in the drawer…”

Employee #2: “You want me to look in the file?”

and I will end here as it is pretty much the same for about 3 more minutes. There was also an instance of incorrect filing in a binder with pockets, to which I said without an attempt to hide my incredulity, “Did you really not notice the pockets were upside down?” There is more stupid, but if you imagine that from two different employees, all day for three days, you can understand how much I was looking forward to my weekend.

Which I enjoyed. Thursday, after working on the house for a few hours in the morning, we enjoyed a relaxing afternoon with Heath’s family. Followed by a relaxing evening at home. Heath spent the rest of the weekend at the house working, while I spent most of the rest of the weekend at the house painting and washing tile. The part that was not spent in church or home sick.

But I did get to spend most of the weekend with my husband (I love you, Heath), avoid being run over by a semi (I love you, Subaru), and prove everyone who says you should not work so closely with your spouse wrong.

A Tribute

Heath and I learned yesterday that his brother was hit by a deer on Friday. We found out inadvertantly when somebody thought we knew and started discussing said accident. Then I read about it here, in his wife's blog.
He's okay. Some stitches and scratches. His new-used car with barely 16,000(?--this information keeps changing on me) miles on it is another story, though.
He got hit by a deer. Of all the people for deer to do this to, it really should not be him. I think the greatness runs in the family.

This is the guy who, when checking on our house and cat during one of our vacations, endearingly apologized to the ants that were invading my cat's food while he killed them. Because he had to. And it was not easy for him.

This is the guy who will not eat a tic-tac because it has a product in it that may or may not contain a trace amount of milk (or something like that).

The guy who rarely complains and when he does it is usually followed by something nice about whatever he complained about.

The guy who has been polite and accepting of me since the first time we met, and who found an incredible wife who has done the same (these people are very smart, intellectually and worldly--while I barely graduated from a small town school).

So, my point is--We are glad you are okay. And glad that you have insurance.

My Gratitude

Thank you, Walmart.

Thank you for building too close to my home.
Thank you for closing off one of two entrances I always use to my subdivision while you are constructing.
Thank you for the soon to increase traffic in my area.
Thank you for making it nearly impossible for me to leave said entrance once you are up and running and the increased traffic is in my area.
Thank you for all of the new stop lights going up outside my subdivision.
and most importantly:
Thank you for scheduling your contractors to do plumbing today; for leaving me with almost no water on the day of my cookie party.

Rhode Island

So it begins. My weekend consisted of helping to load up the remainder of the items at the new soon-to-be-ours house, going to church, cleaning my live-in house, and tearing up carpet and washing walls at the new soon-to-be-ours house. We did, however, find that the hardwood floors are just as gorgeous in the living room as in the closet where we first discovered them. Or at least the part that we saw. We are leaving the padding down as an extra drop-cloth for now, but we pulled parts of it aside to admire its beauty. Aside from saving on carpeting, Heath and (business) partner ran into some help at a home improvement store when glancing at water softeners and was given some valuable advice. Thank you helpful person.

And it gets even better. We received in the mail a coupon from our favorite home improvement center that said if we present said coupon with our store card we have no interest no payments until 2008. Silly store. Our shopping list grows (appliances, flooring, tile, paint)and we perfect our imitation of good old Mr. Burns... "Excellent"

Sweet Providence.

Systematic

My nephew had his confirmation party on Sunday. It took almost 15 years, but yes, he is human. Congrats.

Remember the rant I was on at the beginning of my blog? Well, I am still on that, but here's a new one for you.

While I was attending said party, sitting on the couch next to my nephew, exchanging sarcastic comments as we do in my family, I overhear a conversation in which three women discuss computers and how little they know. They are talking of virus protection and the alarming amount of viruses on their computers considering they do have software--and I start to become annoyed. Not because they do not know how to use their computers (well, okay, maybe a little. Seriously, why have one if you have no intention of figuring out how to use it. Previous statement not intended for those who actually try... hi grandma...), but mostly because they assumed that all females had no idea of how to use this here tv screen with a typewriter attached, and while most of my great computer stories contain females as the main subject ("I keep hitting the backspace and trying it again, but my letters keep coming out in caps"), I would like to point out that there are a few of us out there who know what we are doing. Not to mention the numerous manager/executive level males at my last job who relied heavily upon their (female) assistants to help them with their computers.

I know stereotypes become stereotypes for a reason, but the next time you are about to generalize someone, please make sure I am not around.