That’s right, this is how I roll.
Okay, I’ll stop bothering you with this now! If you want to listen later, here is the link to download the podcast. He (as always) starts off gentle and polite but it gets heavy at the end (my favourite part).
Just in case my two time zones confuzzled anyone! See previous post for links
It’s officially Halloween! I wish to give a plug to my hubby, iDJ, and his weekly international radio show, SoulShenanigans. He will be in the air tonight from 7 to 9pm Greenwich Mean time, or 3 to 5pm US Eastern time.
Please give him a listen live, if you can – or alternately I will be posting a link to the podcast once the show is over.
He’s been working on this all year, it should be a really fabulous show!
His Facebook page: SoulShenanigans
I thought you might like to see some of the equipment I work with. No, not terribly exciting, but it is all new to me and such a learning curve. I wish I’d had a blog ten years ago, when I went from office to horse-farm; now THAT was a huge change! At least here I don’t have to hook up messy greasy slippery hydraulic lines.
But first: on Friday I was behind a digger for a little while, on my first lap of the drive to work.
I had to hurry to get my phone out, as I wanted to see how tight a fit it was going to be. I have to say, yer man didn’t hesitate a second. He did raise the front bucket so he could pull out far enough to see. Which was worrying as there are power lines right there.
Bucket up! Do you see the painted lines on the road underneath? Yes, this is a two-way road. I takes my chances here every morning. I never worry about fitting my car through the tight space anymore, but do I worry about the eejits turning in from the main road and the excessive amount of stray cats that run across in front of me. Sigh.
Off to work now! I have now been educated on the use of our massive double-chambered plastic baler.
Oh, it’s a little too full. You have to drag that top part over (from r to l in this pic) to turn it on and compress the plastic. But it gets overfull so fast, and then you can’t move the press. To be honest, I have to make a hell of an effort to pull it over, sometimes involving bracing my feet on the machine and using my legs to do the work. It is heavy. The first thing is to smush the extra plastic down so the press has room to slide over. Guess what the best way of doing that is?
Yes, climbing up into the damn thing and stomping around! Feels incredibly safe to do this, of course, getting your boots caught and finding low spots and nearly falling over sideways, with nothing to hold on to. Plus – I don’t weigh nearly enough to do a good job of it. A terrible complaint to make, being too light!
But the baler is dammed good at its job, and it is rather satisfying to see just how much all that pallet-wrap can be compressed. Of course, I’m happy that they recycle this stuff rather than throw it away, too. It’s also kinda fun when the packing material has an air bubble in it and pops like the world’s biggest bubble wrap.
I drove this for the first time last week:
Just a common forklift. No, I didn’t actually fork or lift -just backed it in for charging (it’s electric). But no one ever gave me a single lesson – I just decided to give it a go. Pretty easy really – once you get used to the idea that the back end has only one wheel and can pivot on it 360degrees. Okay, honestly? I took ages figuring out how to back it up in a straight line because of that little feature.
I also had a proper lesson on the big pallet-mover. After farting around for ages trying to move one pallet from only the second level of the racks, I realised I need more lessons.
I’m on the closing team, and we have to move whatever company vans and trucks are staying overnight into the warehouse. This is because despite our 8ft tall security gate, the very very local bad elements will come in and drain out all the diesel. Nightly I get to drive someone’s big van, and twice now I’ve piloted our one actual big truck. I’ve tried three times in the past and failed: at first I didn’t know how to start it (there is a secret button that just looks like a battery-warning light to me), and the second time I couldn’t find the emergency brake or handbrake. It is a weird short knob instead of a lever with a button at the end. Third time I couldn’t find reverse – a ring around the shifter you have to pull up only to get into reverse. Hopefully now I have it all figured out!
Hope you enjoyed learning about this stuff as much as I have!
When I was very low with my depression, my mother in law bought me a living plant. It was one I’d never had before, a cyclamen. It was in bloom in June, but went dormant.
Well. This thing has gone craazeee in the last month. We keep it in the bathroom (kitty-free-zone) and it makes me smile with every visit.
I had a surprise waiting for me when I got home last week!
No, not a kitty-crayon or even a puddle of puke – and it sure wasn’t a letter from the Publisher’s Clearinghouse telling me I’d won a bazillion dollars. It was better.
Ok so not better than the Prize Patrol being on my doorstep. But since that
scam game isn’t run over here, I was never in the running anyway.
It was these!
Aren’t they great?! We had to import them from the US, but going direct to the manufacturers saved a ton over buying them from the UK. My sister got these guys last year and I fell in love – but I had no clue iDJ had remembered and planned and got them for us.
They seem to be enjoying their new Irish environment. I know the cold and rain won’t bother them a bit! We do bring them in when it gets windy – after all, those styrofoam headstones have been found two houses over after a good blow. I was also a little worried that someone would steal them, but we are rather off the beaten track and not too many kleptomaniacs should be down at the end of our dead end road. Hopefully.
Before we went out Saturday night, drinkin’, hubby was looking for his “Halloween shirt” to wear. I had no idea what he was talking about.
“It’s orange! Not really Halloween, but it’s orange. Close enough.”
I bought this at a thrift shop in Cleveland, Ohio, probably for .59 cents. It appears to be a corporation’s (Flood, whatever that is/was) attempt at team building. It is the ugliest thing I have ever seen – and I had to get it for my future hubby when I saw it. He loves this sort of tacky crap. I still can’t wrap my head around the truly terrible and terrifying artwork – that woman might have (slightly misplaced) muscles, but she’s going to have a really bad back if she stays all twisted up like that. I mentally try to turn her body so she is in proper perspective. Her poor left arm! It’s only about 2 foot long and is springing out of her neck!
And the man? Neck wider than head, thighs nearly wider than his waist. His grimace looks demonic. Maybe it is a Halloween shirt after all.
Spot is back to normal still, and I’ve been able to pill him three times in a row, both pills at once, and he has swallowed them instantly! Yes, I am a master.
Of course, now that I’ve bragged, tonight’s pill-taking will be a disaster. Them’s the rules!
I’ve been saving two funny pics I took at work. Both really had me scratching my head. This one is blurry, but I didn’t want to get caught taking a photo of the inside of the canteen fridge.
It’s an unopened tin of beans, in the refrigerator. Why why why? And why has it been there for three weeks? Who the hell refrigerates a can? Maybe if it was fruit, I could understand. But beans? They need heating! Which will now take a hell of a lot longer, because they are currently about 5 degrees.
People are weird.
This second one I took in our retail shop, which is connected to the office building and warehouse. I have been put in charge of customer returns (it doesn’t suck, but involves me walking around to various people in the offices quite a lot). Some of the returns are from the shop – so I’m out there a lot now, too. While waiting to talk to the assistant, I was looking around at all the stuff for sale. It looks a bit different when not crammed into a bin or in a stack of 1,000 in the warehouse. A lot cleaner, too.
I work for a medical supply company, and this is the retail packaging for a three-pack of vomit bags. I am amused by the idea that they created their own ISO graphical symbol of a person puking. I’m pretty sure this isn’t an officially sanctioned icon. But it should be! The little gender-neutral human looks so comfortable leaning into the wee bag. Nothing at all like the way I yark. For one thing, I don’t think I’ve ever barfed standing up. I’d probably shit myself if I tried it.
Took Spottie-Pants to the vet this morning. It wasn’t the vet we’d expected, it was the same fella that was working yesterday. Oh well…
He confirmed that it was not the turkey. Whew! He also doesn’t think there was any blockage, as he would have puked up more than just clear liquid. He said Spot had a nice full bladder (of course he did, he didn’t get to pee before we left the house!) and the colour of his gums was good, and he did several pinch-tests of his scruff to check for dehydration. All okay.
Meanwhile Spot was not himself at all. Curled up in a towel, hiding his face, not even slightly interested in checking things out. This is why I wanted the first vet – so he could see the difference in personality. Sigh.
Doc gave him a shot of steroids, and one of antibiotics – just to cover all bases, the magic combination. We also brought home pills of both – I will be having some good fun the next few days. Pilling the animals is my job. Thankfully I’m good at it. I asked how soon could we expect the steroid to work at giving him an appetite – by tonight? He doubtfully said maybe…
By lunchtime when hubby came home, he saw a marked improvement. Spot was in the window waiting for him, and while he didn’t eat any of the tuna offered, he was checking out the food area. He seemed nearly back to normal.
When I got home he was waiting at the door, said hello to me, and followed me into the kitchen. I unpacked my leftover lunch, offered him a bit of chicken (he loves this chicken, and refused it twice yesterday). He ate it! Hubby went off doing errands and I started the dishes. Suddenly I had two kitty feet planted on my thigh, and a little brown and white face looking up at me and asking for scratches.
I’d say that really was a magic shot. I am SO relieved! While we still don’t know why he did this, I’m happy enough that he seems to be getting over it right quick, with a little help.