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Great. I was at work this morning, arriving early, so I could fix the EBT transaction. Everything was going more or less well, when I realized our morning bagger had not yet shown. First, let me say that our regular bagger, Ben, is a retiree of Delta, and a tough son of a gun. He's punctual, and efficient.
He's also on vacation. :)
The replacement was late on Monday, too. Well, knowing how spastic my manager gets when the bagger hasn't cleared the parking lot of bascarts when he arrives, I checked to make sure he wasn't outside. He wasn't, but it was raining plenty hard. I didn't have my trench coat with me, since today's high is in the 80s. So, I grabbed one of the store-supplied ponchos, pull it over my head, and go out in that liquid environment. At first it's not too bad. I fix the hood so I still have my peripheral vision. Then, I realize the sides are open. I go to clip them shut. Care to guess how many clips I found to hold the poncho together on each side? If you said 1, you'd be right.
The dang thing only had ONE closure device on each side. This served no purpose, except to allow for the illusion that you were protected from the rain. That's true, if you don't turn perpendicular to the wind. At that point, the wind grabs the separate ends of the poncho, and holds them open so that it can rain directly on you. Needless to say, by the time I was done, the only part of me that wasn't soaked was my waist. I was rained on from my hips down, and my shirtsleeves got soaked, too. My chest was wet, but from the sweat of working in a plastic bag for over half an hour. I commented that I would have been better off using a plastic trash bad.
To top it off, my manager didn't show up. He was off today!
The rest of my shift went okay. I was behind, mainly because I committed the folly of clearing the parking lot. Once I caught up, though, it was a rather laid-back kind of day.
After work, I swung by Borders, because I needed to pick up the next volumes in the superbly amazing George R. R. Martin series, "A Song of Fire and Ice". I snapped up A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords. Both are bigger than the first. This will put the average book length in this series at just a hair short of 1000 pages each, not counting noble house lineages and the previews of the next book that are located at the back of the book. I can't wait to dig into these books.
While there, I did what I said, and snagged an astronomy book. I reviewed quite a few titles, and judged each on value for money, relevance, pictures, and maps. I finally settled on A Complete Idiot's Guide to Astronomy. Hey, don't laugh! It was the most recently printed book I could find. Most of the other books I was looking at were at least 8 years old. Just about anyone will tell you that 8 years is an eternity in scentific terms. So, while I think they will be useful and fun to read, I picked up something a little more up-to-date. I hope I'm not mistaken about this.
I would have snagged a sci-fi book, but I didn't know where to start. Does anyone have a favorite science fiction author? The one thing I'm concerned with, though, is that the stories written involve outer space. Any suggestions?
Now, I think I'm going to take a shower, to clean up after work, and then I'm going to find some food, since I haven't eaten since lunch at 10am.
He's also on vacation. :)
The replacement was late on Monday, too. Well, knowing how spastic my manager gets when the bagger hasn't cleared the parking lot of bascarts when he arrives, I checked to make sure he wasn't outside. He wasn't, but it was raining plenty hard. I didn't have my trench coat with me, since today's high is in the 80s. So, I grabbed one of the store-supplied ponchos, pull it over my head, and go out in that liquid environment. At first it's not too bad. I fix the hood so I still have my peripheral vision. Then, I realize the sides are open. I go to clip them shut. Care to guess how many clips I found to hold the poncho together on each side? If you said 1, you'd be right.
The dang thing only had ONE closure device on each side. This served no purpose, except to allow for the illusion that you were protected from the rain. That's true, if you don't turn perpendicular to the wind. At that point, the wind grabs the separate ends of the poncho, and holds them open so that it can rain directly on you. Needless to say, by the time I was done, the only part of me that wasn't soaked was my waist. I was rained on from my hips down, and my shirtsleeves got soaked, too. My chest was wet, but from the sweat of working in a plastic bag for over half an hour. I commented that I would have been better off using a plastic trash bad.
To top it off, my manager didn't show up. He was off today!
The rest of my shift went okay. I was behind, mainly because I committed the folly of clearing the parking lot. Once I caught up, though, it was a rather laid-back kind of day.
After work, I swung by Borders, because I needed to pick up the next volumes in the superbly amazing George R. R. Martin series, "A Song of Fire and Ice". I snapped up A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords. Both are bigger than the first. This will put the average book length in this series at just a hair short of 1000 pages each, not counting noble house lineages and the previews of the next book that are located at the back of the book. I can't wait to dig into these books.
While there, I did what I said, and snagged an astronomy book. I reviewed quite a few titles, and judged each on value for money, relevance, pictures, and maps. I finally settled on A Complete Idiot's Guide to Astronomy. Hey, don't laugh! It was the most recently printed book I could find. Most of the other books I was looking at were at least 8 years old. Just about anyone will tell you that 8 years is an eternity in scentific terms. So, while I think they will be useful and fun to read, I picked up something a little more up-to-date. I hope I'm not mistaken about this.
I would have snagged a sci-fi book, but I didn't know where to start. Does anyone have a favorite science fiction author? The one thing I'm concerned with, though, is that the stories written involve outer space. Any suggestions?
Now, I think I'm going to take a shower, to clean up after work, and then I'm going to find some food, since I haven't eaten since lunch at 10am.
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