Rabitt's journal

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I haven't been on for a few days, and didn't realize they'd made that change to the account types.... But I don't like it.

I don't appreciate the run around. I get enough of that at work.

I don't agree with impeding people's right to find out who else is interested in the same things or whether or not their interest is appropriate. I may not agree with your interest or what you say, but as a member of the Armed Forces, I AM defending your right to say it.

As of 1040 today, I am a rated Mineman.

I'll get to test that out soon. But first, I had to be poked, prodded, duck-walk down the hall, and get tested for everything from pregnancy to spatial comprehension. @_@ And every five minutes, I swear, I got asked if I'd ever done drugs or been involved with the law. (I was halfway tempted to say yes, just to get them to shut up about it.... But that would have made my recruiter sad.) Getting references in the last week or so was hard to do, but a little rules hax got a Warcraft guild officer to pass for a reference. As well as I did on the ASVAB, I don't think it would have mattered if I hadn't had any. Three points from perfect gets a lot of shit waived real fast.

In any case, I pass muster, and am now enlisted in the US Navy.

And yes, duck-walking does make you feel like a duck. Seriously.

http://www.vitalityplus1.com/information.php?id=80

There's a reason I can go long stretches without using a microwave.

My recruiter was supposed to come get to to go take the ASVAB. I was bathed, dressed, information and documentation collected, etc., ready to go. She comes in and tells me nope, not today. Because of the GED I have, I HAVE to get three references. I have to have those references to take my physical. It's been decided that the best course of action is to take both ASVAB and physical all at once. But the references have to be at MEPS 48 hours before I go test. >.< Which means hurry up and wait....

Items remaining:
Couch
Dining Chair
Desk Chair

Casualties:
Computer desk

Report:
The girls are confused as hell, but alive and well, eating, drinking, and sniffing, as cats will do. Tonight we go back for the couch, and then I begin the process of trying to unpack, and possibly running some extra electrical outlets. There's one free outlet in that room, but I can't use it if the washing machine is running. >.>; Currently, only the phone charger is hooked up to it, since it's acting as an alarm clock for now.

I'm moving in with my brother, right? His landlady, Birdie, charges rent based on the number of people in the house, not the house itself. Weird, but it works. So, he cleared it with her for me to move in. Since I'm moving into an unfinished room, I offered to fix it up for her. Insulation, flooring, wire it up for electricity and such. She's totally okay with that. In fact, because I've offered to do that, she decided I could stay rent free, so long as progress gets made. Rent goes directly to fixing up instead of being routed through her. I didn't ask for that particular arrangement, but I know better than to argue it! ^.^

But!

Birdie doesn't allow pets. I have two cats. They are reasonably well behaved, the floor in that room is god-awful linoleum, and Birdie is a reasonable woman. Paul says that she's always square with him as long as he's honest with her. I called her up and played Deal or No Deal. She apparently really likes the idea of me fixing up that room. It means more money for her when Paul leaves that house. I offered her pet rent, plus room fix up. She took it.

It boils down to I live for the price of repairs, and my cats pay rent. A whole $15 a month.

*giggle*

I'm exceptionally pleased with this arrangement because I do enjoy fixing things up. I found that out way back when I lived in Carrollton and Daddy helped us fix up that townhome. ot_atma and karragen prolly remember the work that went into that. We did it again in Denver, and I got to redo my own room on my own. I enjoyed doing the work, and appreciated the results much better.

Whatsername hasn't been in this office since the first week of October and I'm STILL cleaning up after her messes. You don't put payment confirmations for one vehicle in the folder for another vehicle's maintnance records!

*looks for something to shake*

Sonri Rose weighs six pounds and seven ounces, and was taken by c-section. Jessica's hips simply were not wide enough. When they went to pull the baby out of the womb, they had to get someone under the drapes to push her back up the birth canal. Baby then turned a somersault and presented breech. Doctor said she had never had it happen before, and had heard of it only once. Little Sonri has a healthy set of lungs for sure. ^.^

I am privileged to have gotten to watch Paul hold his daughter for the first time. She did in fact calm down when he spoke. It does the heart good to watch his face just soften.

Mother and daughter are both just fine.

... soon.

My sister-in-law is in labor. Called at 5:30am to let us know the pains weren't going away and were five minutes apart. They checked into the hospital around 7:30 this morning, and as of fifteen minutes ago, she had broken water and dilated to 5cm.

So, I mispredicted the date, but I still think it's a girl.

Update: 11:30am She's 9cm, thinking of pushing, and cranky. Mom said she was snapping Paul's head off. Everytime he moves, "Shut up!" *giggles* She's close.

She is also in the same room I was in when I had Haily and has the same nurses. She's in excellent hands. ^.^

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xail came to visit me this weekend. <3 Thank you!

Pocky goes stale?

I came in to work this morning to find pen parts lying around on my desk, looking like the aftermath of a ritualist sacrifice. Mom knows nothing, Daddy doesn't play at my desk, and the shop cat was crated for the night, lest he summon his humans by setting off the alarm's motion detector.

Weird.

The pen has been reassembled and functions normally.

One exists to prove to you that you do not know everything. The other exists to prove to you that they do.

A few months ago, this lady called with a problem with her HVAC system, could we please come look at it? Sure, we can fix anything, that's our story and we're sticking to it. So they send out a tech, who is confident in his ability to fix any heater or air conditioner. There, lo and behold was a weird looking part that left him scratching his head. It baffled everyone in the shop for a month. And everyone else too. Anyone who walked in was subject to be asked what the heck was this? They finally got a hold of the parent company and were informed that they were holding a squigalator, no there is not a replacement part, try this instead, just as calmly as if they were being informed that the sky was blue. For about three or four years this particular company created an additional part called a 'squigalator' that acted something like a valve (from what I understand). It only fits into one kind of system. Because the system is so old, never sold well, and pooped out pretty quickly, they simply stocked parts for a few years and then purged, and squigalators went quietly into the night. I am willing to bet most HVAC techs never once saw or heard of a squigalator.

Daddy used to swear he knew everything about HVAC. The squigalator says otherwise.

Last week, Mom went out to the utility room to take her shower. She tells me she kept hearing this mewing coming from someplace nearby, outside, and she thought it sounded like Lynxie. But all the cats are in Houdini-proof pens, so it couldn't have been one of hers. But she went outside anyway to see if it was a stray or if Lynxie has slipped out the door with her. No, she didn't see any stray, but she could hear this Lynxie-sound-alike a little louder now. So she went out into the yard to look around the house. The sound came from above. Lynxie! She was on the roof.

Mom used to swear she had those pens secure. Lynxie says otherwise.

Incidentally, a google search on 'squigalator' produces this.

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:

What Makes 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?
Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?
We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.
How about achieving 103%?
What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help
you answer these questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26

Then:

H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K is
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E is
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E is
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T is
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.

A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 127%
So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that, while Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's ! the Bullshit and Asskissing that will put you over the top.

Something about making collections calls just wears me out inside....

*sigh*

It is the first of November. The day after Halloween. The day all the candy goes on sale.

Especially the chocolate candy.