Random babblings and young whipper-snappers.
After staying with my sister for two weeks and using her salad spinner,I decided to treat myself to this nifty kitchen gadget. I found one at walmart for $3.00. Last night before dinner, I tore off the cellophane to wash it prior to using it only to discover that the label, which is about 3"x6", is stuck for life to the thin plastic outer bowl. I threw it in a Walmart bag with my receipt. I figure I'm worth more than a $1 a day and I'm not spending 3 days trying to remove that @#$% sticker. I've been around paint and wallpaper for 29 years now and know more about adhesives than I care to know. If some young whipper-snapper behind the customer returns counter gives me any flack,even the slightest eyebrow twitch, they will hear at least 45 minutes of what I know about removing @#$% glue!
I'm pretty sure that the only thing that can explain what I'm experiencing lately is Tinnitus.I wish I had the whooshing wave noises but I have the unpleasant plague of crickets in my head. I know I'll probably have to go through a battery of tests but it will have to wait for two weeks when I return home since we're working out of town for about ten days and I will only see my doctor. At times I'm doing that cute doggie head tilt when I walk around to balance myself,lol.
While at the grocery store the other day, it was just about my turn in line as the woman in front of me was swiping her card. I politely asked the young man who was bagging for "double paper, please". "We don't have paper bags, only plastic", he retorted. Hearing this before and actually finding paperbags, I looked on the shelves at the end of the counter anyway. "You don't have any anywhere?", I asked again in my sweetest voice. "No, all the Asians steal them so we don't order them anymore."
Sheeeet, I about gave birth to a cow right there and then! And guess what race the woman was swiping her card?!?! You guessed it! The Asian woman's eyes grew ever so large as she tried to maintain her composure from the young whipper-snapper's words and get herself the hell outta there. My Opal Dragon got the best of me as I decided to embarrass him back. "Well now", I said while laughing right at him, "there's a sweeping generalization for ya!" I added sarcastically: "Do all the Blacks steal the plastic bags, too?" The black cashier got a kick out of as she did her best hiding her grin towards me from her nasty co-worker.
Guys, I did my best under the spur of the moment but that little !@#$ didn't turn red enough for my satisfaction and I should of gone straight to his manager.
When will I ever get over gender biasness? I've taken a lot of it in stride over the years but I guess when I get hit with it more than three times in one day, I risk losing my patience. A new client asked: "So, do you like do the brush work and Jimmy does everything else?" Uggg. I was nice and said: "Umm, I kinda do everything that he does."
That same day the knob guys came to the job site. Yup, there are actually people who install knobs on cabinetry for their job. I always call them the knob guys. While I was standing there holding wet wallpaper, one knob guy ask me if I was the cleaning lady. Sigh. "Umm, nope, I'm kinda hanging wallpaper,I said nicely. Later, when I was painting the bathroom with wallpaper primer, I somehow remained calm when the super threw the light switches to the 300 heat producing halogen lights for the third time on me. You would think a super of a 38 unit building would know that you can't see where the heck you're painting under bright lights. I just smiled threw my sweat and asked him not to do that. Don't get me started on supers. Lets just say, many of them are hired for their ability to schedule and be diplomatic rather than knowing anything about construction.
In all fairness, I think I've done pretty well during these situations considering Jimmy and I worked 14 days straight in a gazillion degree heat and humidity. Okay, well, maybe I could of been more pleasant or patient regarding my next and final story. It was day 13 and I was starting to run out of steam,lol.
I was in Home Depot with a small wood chip trying to match the stain on the Miniwax chart only it is set at eye level for someone who is 6' tall. Hmmm, now who do we all know who average 6' tall?
MEN!
(My 6' 2" son Michael thinks he's funny when I ask him to get something off a shelf. "Oh, that's right. I forgot you were a hobbit.")
okay, okay...it is funny
Anyway, while struggling with the chart and my 5'2"ness,lol, I notice 5 gallon buckets on the floor behind me. Ignoring the young Home Depot guy stacking the shelves, I pull out the 5 and scoot it over with my leg. Having tons of experience trying to lift 5 gallon paint containers, I opt to use my leg so I still have a working back next week. I position the 5 at the stain chart and hop on top of my ONE FOOT tall makeshift stool. Ahh, now I'm man height and can see the chart! I am intently examining color differences when the young Home Depot whipper-snapper comes over to me. He speaks. Bad move. He addressed me as "mamm". Very bad move. He's doomed and doesn't know it. In his most condescending, snobby tone, he says: "Mamm, I'd rather you not do that." I pull my glasses down my nose and say. "I have a lot of work to do today and I refuse to stain twice so it's important that I get a perfect match." Then I look ALLL the way down to my teeny tiny stool and say; "Don't worry, I won't sue Home Depot if I fall."
God help the person working the counter at Walmart when I return that salad spinner,lol.
~di
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