Pointless Announcements

This reminds me of a great seinfeld episode with elaine dancing, she would have been better off dancing in her chair.

 

wah, I just want to chill on the couch today.
But I have to go to work.
Yesterday morning was so balls to the wall crazy. Sick pets coming out of our ears.
Hopefully we took care of most of the sick animals within a five mile radius yesterday and we will be spared the constant parade of walk-ins saying things like, 'my dog has been pooping blood for a week,' or 'my cat is straining to pee,' or 'my dog has not eaten in three days and he keeps throwing up yellow stuff.' IS THAT NORMAL?
Is that normal? Would it be normal for you, lady?
That's what I'm saying in my head. This translates into my staring silently at them for a few seconds too long before 'the way' kicks in. Or as a friend puts it, the aggressive niceness. (love that)
I understand the thought process they are going through. They are afraid that they are going to have to spend money on medical care for their pet. They want to be told that everything will be fine and it will resolve on its own. I totally understand that, particularly this close to christmas. But the IS THAT NORMAL? part. That's just uncalled for.
ack, now i'm running late. scrubs. walk the dog. drive. boo.

 

Drove home last night for 43 miles in incredible fog. I couldn't see much further than my headlights much of the way. Couldn't see tail lights until you were a few hundred feet from them.... stoplights either.
Strange to rely on your knowledge of the roads instead of your vision.
It was eerie. At first I was worried about a deer walking out onto the road... but it quickly changed to worry that a person would step out. Or a zombie. Hey, it was after 1:30 in the morning and I was tired.

 

They already have their pet there to see you. Sometimes people ask a rhetorical question because they need to hear the answer. They know what you're going to tell them, but they have to hear it.

When it's asked on the phone, that's something entirely different.

 

This day just makes me want to sleep.

 

I firmly believe that any form of fondness for alcohol is actually the universe's longest running game of chicken. Everyone sits at a table in adult like fashion play a game of truth and dare. Dare to drink and spill your guts, literally and figuratively speaking. And I am the first one to lose by actually admitting that all alcohol tastes like Piss.

 

But we do it cause it's fun!

 

We leave in a few minutes for the last ever company fudge making party/manager's dinner. It's been a long-standing tradition that is coming to an end because of our company's acquisition by the big corporation. We managers and our spouses will gather at our former owner's house and huddle around a bunch of microwave ovens furiously mixing sugar, cocoa and butter into some really decadent fudge. Fueled by coffee, beer and wine, we'll churn out around 400 tins of deliciousness, then clean ourselves up and descend on a really nice restaurant to eat and drink ourselves into a stupor. I have always resisted attending, then end up having a great time. I actually like a few of these people. Imagine that.

At least this year it's only raining. Most years we get hit with a blizzard or ice storm on fudge making day.

 

I get it on the phone, as well.
And that both is and isn't true because we are inside a pet store where very often the people who walk in are there to pick up food or to look for something available over the counter for the pet's issue. Coming to see us is often an afterthought. I get your point, though.

 

Also, what I am expressing is simply an observation that happens again and again and as such becomes an absurdity. I don't really hold it against the people who do it. Perhaps you have examples of the same thing that occur over and over in the insurance business? Where I work now and, I am certain, in the work I will do in the future, there needs to be an outlet for expressing our observations, whether they are good, bad or funny, with people who can relate to them. I understand that outside of that environment, these observations might be misconstrued as hostile or insensitive. That is not what is in my mind, though. Just want to make that clear.

 

See, now being in the pet store changes things a bit. Unless someone brought their pet specifically to see you and asks the question, it negates my point.

But, yes, I have lots of examples of that from my work, but they're pointless to recount unless you're already familiar with the lingo. Which is why you'll occasionally see posts from me about stupid people. It's my version of your post that I responded to. Sorry for not realizing what yours was and harshing on your rant.

 

So, basically, grumpy is having a fudge-packing party? You're the man now, dawg!

 

every year i have toiled in the mines, the corporation has seen fit to bestow bags of pecans on us at xmas.
nuts to you, they say every year.

 

So incredibly aggravated with the media and arguments about gun control.
I can hear the pirates yelling, "Release the Kra... uh... Angry Uterus!"

 

I've had four cups of coffee today. This is going to come back and bite me in the ass.

 

Had a burst of energy this morning around 0800 when I got home which was enough to prepare and eat a whole plate of food, which probably corresponded to something like 2300 for you daywalkers out there. Must have crashed by 0900. Just woke up but those 7+ hours were nice.
Time for more Dr. Who; this 4th season since the '05 restart is quite good so far and I am curious how long Donna lasts as the current companion.

 

nice Xmas dinner the the band and wives last night,too bad my buddy is a drunken fool.......but his woman put him in place.

good for her.