Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I wonder how many people just keep refreshing, over and over and over and over?
What they don't know is that it's linked to arewepostracialyet.net and won't change first.
After the abject failure of the almond oat flour recipe I gave oat flower peanut butter brownies a chance, and...they're not bad. They're not *great*, but they are low gly chunks of chocolatey chewiness, so I'm calling it a win.
A coworker was feeling put out yesterday that she hadn't been there for the pie, so she tried to set up a pot luck for
this Friday
and sign me up for pie (I told her I gave pie to people who were nice to me, so she needn't hold her breath). After complaining that I refused to meet her schedule (I told her to pot without me, I'd be fine), she then told me that I couldn't bring pie because someone else was bringing chocolate cake.
You know how some people are more tiring than the average? Yeah...
Anyway, I will need to try the brownies again and find the correct baking time. Texture is often compromised by putting them back in the oven after cooling for ten minutes, I find.
I just fled my neighbors house. What a freaking zoo.
I got a letter (who knows how long it was on my neighbors fridge before it got to me) from my car insurance reminding me that the issue with said neighbors kid was still unresolved (I've been busy with tripping on walnuts, shaddup), so I went over with actual physical reminder to give to them to deal with.
The foster kids were being dropped off, so W passed me off to N. N started ranting about how I should call up my insurance and tell them it was bullshit and to do their jobs and see how my last name didn't match their daughter's. W finally comes in and says that she sent me a text and that she'd slipped her insurance info into my cracked car window. No text, no mail in the car, I call bullshit in my head and let her search through her sent texts. I can tell she's stressed and say that I'll look through my car in daylight, but she's adamant to keep looking. Doesn't find it, and in the meantime the youngest kid bumps her and she drops her phone. She's about to blow and trying not to scream at the poor kid. Apparently the paper she slipped me was the only copy (wtf?). She's ranting about how she has a 102 degree fever and wanders off. N is saying he doesn't want to give another company his insurance info, she's screaming across the house that they have to.
Then the cat jumps off the table and knocks over a cup of water, which splashes onto my boot. N just sits there. I grab a paper towel to mop it up. W starts yelling at N for allowing me to do that, N replies that hey, he didn't ask me to do that.
I finally declare that I am leaving.
OMFG.
(And I want to clarify that I kept trying to take my leave and "let's deal with this at a less crazy time" but they just kept shouting at each other).
I have an apple pie cake in the oven for a team lunch with movie tomorrow. Should be nice! (Although I'm pretty sure the organizer suggested people bring something for the express purpose of making me bake, although I was not specifically assigned.)
OMFG, Juliebird.
OMFG, % ita %.
Some people are way too much work.
I think I am out of apples. Mmm, turnovers.
So, one of my projects at work has been making a flowchart of our process for Latin American accounts, because it's different from US accounts in some key ways and hasn't been standardized. To that end, I met with a couple of the other key players in that area a couple of weeks ago to get their input and one of them was adamant that we needed to add two steps. So I did, and went back to her to make sure that that was what she meant and got her approval. Today, in reviewing the flowchart the head of our department says we don't need those two steps so I say, "M, there was a reason we needed those, right?" and she says, no, she doesn't do it that way. Argh. It's not even getting thrown under the bus because no one was being blamed for anything, it's just nonsensical.
But, whatever my flowchart will be slightly simpler and maybe fit more easily onto one sheet of paper.
Someone ELSE dressed in blackface? Is there a stupidity quota we haven't hit yet?
ION, stupid things my boss lady has done:
-decided that the visiting garden club would be offended by the chalk drawings on the driveway from this weekends fall festival, and so she spent time and water that is not free washing it off. I think the garden club peeps would be the best crowd to understand water conservation.
-when I brought her the high pressure nozzle, instead of using the shut off lever on the end of the hose, she sent the intern all the way over to the spigot. She made the working intern stop working while she stood and waited in order to attach the nozzle.
-when done with her silly task, she stood at the spigot and waited while the intern was made to release the pressure at the nozzle end, and then had the intern jiggle the hose for about two minutes to "get rid of all the extra water" so she, boss lady, wouldn't get sprayed when unscrewing the hose at the spigot, when leaving the other end of the hose open would have done the trick and would only have taken one person.
I think that's it for today.
Someone ELSE dressed in blackface?
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Is there a stupidity quota we haven't hit yet?
Apparently we're not even close. I can't believe
two
members of the Teen Wolf cast made the same stupid call (and no, 'Colton Haynes has some non-white blood' doesn't make shit okay. *I* can dress in blackface and be offensive, for fuck's sake. But luckily I'm more a White Girls sort of a chick.)
What happened with teen wolf?
I know it's a trivial issue to find company on the internet, but this is the sort of reason I find what we're told (distinguishing that from what's actually legal) WRT mobile phone usage while driving. They're really hitting "texting while driving" hard, and I don't dispute that it's the best way to go--I just find it somewhat depressing to consider that the specific problem is so bad that a general anti-distracted-driver campaign would be considered less effective.