December 22nd, 2013

#4065: I knew I'd be busy, but damn.

It's been an amazingly busy time for me--so busy I haven't had time to blog. I mean, it seems as if I've had to schedule my bowel movements, that's how bad it's getting.

I was looking forward to having a few days off this coming week, but tonight my boss talked to me and said, "I'll text you...," which means I may end up having to work in the next couple of days after all. Because there is absolutely no question about the fact that I desperately need as much cash as I can earn, I'm going to have to accept the hours they give me and do whatever I can.

"Desperately need as much cash as I can earn"--I've made no secret about the fact that I am 100% flat busted broke--actually more like 150% right now--and as a retail grunt I do not earn a lot of money. If I were working full-time it'd be over the poverty line, but since I don't...yeah. And retail grunts' hours get cut after the holiday season is over, because that's how retail works. And the bills aren't going to get smaller just because I'm earning less.


Still: I have a job, and they like me there--enough that they bought me a complete firkin' wardrobe to work in--and I'm not going to quibble about it.

Tonight I was scheduled, originally, to work from 4-11:30, but yesterday that changed to 12:30, and so I worked an actual eight hour day. Or would have, if the managers hadn't set things up so that the store would depopulate ASAP. I actually punched out at 12:15.

...and because it was an 8-hour day I had to take a lunch, making it more like 7.5 hours, which is what I was originally scheduled for, and NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. I don't question it--WTF, I need a job, and they know what they're doing. I work, they pay me; that's what I care about.

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On the plus side, the Jeep seems to have heat. I ran the defroster flat out several times in the past couple of days, because it's been rainy and all. To my pleasure the air coming from the defroster is hot, which means the heater core is clear enough of gunk that hot water can circulate through it. When the HVAC is on "defrost", the air is first cooled by the AC evaporator, in order to dry it; before this most recent work on the Jeep, the air coming from the defroster vents was cold.

I'm not sure it's quite as good as it should be, but it's a damned sight better than it was: comfortably close enough to full function that I don't care to mess with it further. The forecast says "15°" for Monday, so I'll have a chance soon enough to try it out and see how well it works. But today, with the temps just above freezing and the defroster on, it was toasty warm inside the truck.

That's better than, "By the time you get to work, it's moderately warmer inside the truck than outside," which is how well it was working before.

It still drives me buggy that this all started when the Jeep blew a radiator hose. How on Earth does blowing a hose lead to clogging up the heater core?

Well, I'll tell you my theory: rust and scale in the block's cooling jacket got jarred loose by the sudden drop in pressure and temperature, and of course it got pumped into the heater core, which promptly clogged up. (The radiator doesn't clog because its cooling passages are larger than those of the heater core.)

Come spring I may want to do this again, only this time do a complete flush of the entire cooling system so I can get all the junk out. But I bet I'll be too busy.

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In about 5.5 hours I have to get up for church, because today is choir's cantata.

It's not really a cantata--which is to say it's not a collected series of songs connected by narrative or what-have-you--but the whole choir is doing five songs and there's a trio being sung by three of the ladies. I quite look forward to this every year, because I do so enjoy Christmas music.

2011 was still the best year for Christmas music, IMHO, at least out of my tenure in choir. We did all kinds of good songs for Advent and really had a good time with the Christmas music. "How Should a King Come", "Do You Hear What I Hear?", and a bunch of others--I liked it a lot.

Being in choir is the best. The only thing about it is that I wish is that I had had the courage to do this when Mom was still alive; she would have loved it. Still, I know she knows what's going on, and I'd bet she's there for every performance.

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Be that as it may--I really do need to hit the hay now.

I have all sorts of errands to run over the next couple of days, too. Blogging may suffer; you've been warned.

#4066: My brother makes me smell bad.

Today was shopping day!

Didn't get as much sleep last night as I'd hoped for. Today was the cantata, and after church Mrs. Fungus and I went out for breakfast. There's a place near the Fungal Vale called "Raspberry's" and they apparently are open only for breakfast and lunch. We had biscuits and gravy and french toast, and it was all very good food; then we repaired to the bunker and went back to bed. She got up at 12:30 to go to work and I remained abed until after 3:30, at which point I got up and started moving.

Grocery shopping first, then out to Merrilville for Cinnabons; on the way there, a quick stop at Wal-Mart for a couple of things. On the way back, gasoline ($0.25 cheaper out that way than in the Fungal Vale) and some sundries. I texted Og, and he was home and amenable to visitation, so I stopped off there and saw the amazing new toy he's got.

We chatted for a couple of hours about a lot of different things; and then I came home, stopping at Culver's on the way to rectify the fact that I hadn't eaten anything since about 10 AM. It's nine as I type this, so, yeah.

"Hold on, anus," you say. "You were really poor-mouthing it yesterday, and today you're spending all kinds of money! WTF!"

...I made those comments anticipating spending the money I spent today.

My one concession to unplanned impulse spending was buying myself a paperback book at the bookstore out Merrilville way. I had intended to buy a volume or two of Yotsuba&! but they didn't have any of those books, to say nothing of volumes 11 and 12, which are the ones I want/need. Instead I bought a book set in Larry Niven's "Known Space" universe, centered on the Pierson's Puppeteers and the Fleet of Worlds (and, apparently, the Ringworld).

But this is the kind of thing I do every year when I go pick up the Cinnabons, anyway: I visit the bookstore and buy myself a book. This is the first book I've bought for myself since...well, last year about this time. Yeah.

By doing all this shopping today, it relieves me of some 90% of the burden of tomorrow's errands, leaving me just a quick trip for stocking stuffers and the pies. Believe me, that makes me very happy indeed.

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Vyag Rat says, "Me and me brudda Beauregarde always like to eat Smokeywood Pastures' pasteurized process snack stix! Now guaranteed to contain up to 83% organic material!"

...which means that only 17% is plastic shavings, metal chips, sand, or what-have-you. It's a party!