Dream Schedule

One more shift left in my first ever 7-on week. Yes, that's right folks. I have achieved my long-desired 7-on/7-off schedule. A single 10-hour shift stands between me and an entire week off from work. A week off that isn't a long-awaited vacation but rather just the days no one will expect me in the lab.

FREAKIN' AWESOME! I technically only work half of the year.

Yes, in case no one can tell, I'm very excited.

*twirls*


On a sadder note, DH and I have decided that Chloe, the wiener, isn't doing well in our home. She'll still be a great pet for someone else. Just not us. We aren't home often enough to let her outside to go wee. She can only hold it for about 5 hours. She needs a family with a stay-at-home person who can cater to her bladder needs. We've spoke with a few local rescues and one of them has agreed to take her. They are finding her a foster home even as I type this blog entry. I'm super sad. But I know its best for her, even if I'll be doing a fair share of crying. In a small way this must be what a new mother goes through when she decides to adopt out her baby.

*sigh*


Ms.B

Random Fact About DH

My hubby is watching the movie "The Karate Kid" for the very first time, even as I type this blog entry.

Yes, you read that correctly. For the first time.




Ms.B

Random Fact Update

DH has not yet guessed which fork in our kitchen is my favorite.

Whew knew a passing blog entry would cause so much entertainment for me.


Ms.B

That's What She Said III

I'm having Justin's baby.

Your yogurt just spit on me.

So you stick it in the bottom and push it all the way through... It works better if you point it at someone...

Stick it in my box.

...Pretty...

The bulbs that DH and I planted last fall are coming up and blooming all over the place.

I'm so happy that we took the time to get them in the ground! Now if only those bugs hadn't killed half our front lawn. TruGreen sprayed, so the problem is gone. But it will be a couple of weeks before we get our pretty green turf back.

Doh!

But spring is a-comin'!

I'm so happy!

Miamouse Army

My miamouse army grew by two yesterday when we went to pick up some 'lunch' for our snakes. I now have a grand total of nine. Three that look like my original baby mia and six others that are various shades of spotted. They are getting tamer now. A few let me scoop them up and hold them. The shyest of the bunch are even taking food from my hands and hopping into my palm when I have a handful of goldfish crackers to share. Who knew something so small (and potentially scary) could be so sweet and friendly.

Oochie boo.

Random Fact About Me

I have a favorite fork.

No hidden meaning there. I really do have one fork that I love above all others in our kitchen.


And I'm not even really sure why.


Ms.B

Finally!

I'm not one to blab about politics or controversial issues. Really... but I have to say that the following headline makes me super duper happy:

Phil Spector Guilty of Murder!

Come on, now, really. I realize that in this day and age about ANYTHING is possible, but you will never be able to convince me that a woman who is in the acting business would EVER commit suicide in the home of a stranger, mere hours after meeting him for the first time, with HIS gun by shooting herself in the face.

No way.

Nope.

Nuh uh. :::shakes head:::


I saw the pictures online of her dead body. Slumped in a chair. Her purse strap over her shoulder. What woman hunts around a stranger's mansion for a gun, picks up her purse as if she is about to leave the place and then slumps down in a chair near the exit and eats a bullet instead? That man killed her and I'm glad that a jury in California finally did the right thing and convicted a celebrity who was guilty as hell. Even if he hadn't previously chased five other women with guns or confessed to his chauffeur right afterward I'd think he was guilty.

Give that man 20+ years (the equal to a life sentence) behind bars. Give that man a hair cut. Give Lana Clarkson justice. Sweet deal.

And there it is folks, my two cents.


Mrs.B

"That's what SHE said." II

Is your pickle delicious? (The best part about this comment regarding Matt's pickle is that he quickly reminded us that it would be what "HE" said rather than "she". Oh my!)


It's sticky. Can't get it in my mouth!

Are you going to be down there for long?

I love Cock Sauce! -------->

Oh cute. I've never seen one so small before!

Here. Touch it.

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I never realized how many harmless comments could sounds so dirty! Scandal! But good for a laugh. Laughter at work makes a day fly by. Even when it involves Potty Humor.

I is a Processor!

I passed my test.

I am done with training.

I still have no idea what I am doing.


AHHHHHH!

It's very exciting. I'll get a better grasp on things as time goes by, and my "learning" is only beginning.

Tomorrow night is my first real shift. A full 10-hours. I have my assigned row (Row 4, for the win!) and will be able to do my thing! Yay! (Please don't let "My Thing" involve messing up!) Part of this next shift will even be overtime, which will fall into the $30+ an hour range. Neato!

I went out today and bought some scrubs to "celebrate". It's not required that we wear scrubs at work, but I think they'll be most comfy. And then I can use the free gym. I didn't relish the idea of working up a sweat in jeans. They could... chap? Ew.

I PASSED!!! *dances*


Ms.B

"That's what SHE said."

A rather amusing, quick-witted trainer at work has a quip-phrase that he likes to use... whenever possible applicable. The line is-- "That's what she said!" (So maybe he didn't originate the phrase, but he 'owns' it, people. That's all that matters!)

He finds all sorts of chances to pipe up with it. Like immediately following comments like these:

#1) It just keeps getting bigger.

#2) It's more fun when it spits.

#3) I need more meat.

#4) Milking a goat is a two man job.


Keep in mind that all these phrases were said in the context of a regular conversation, having nothing to do with naughty, naughty things. Alas, they all have new meaning now.

Thanks, Ryan!


Ms.B

Input Overload

I had been in my old job position for so long that I spent my days on auto-pilot. A new postion/company/field has been quite an adjustment. I really like where I am at now though. It's been such a good experience, really, that I am angry at myself for letting the fear of change hold me back for so long.

I am as pleased with The Lab now as I was during my last 'work update'.

I have only a week of official training left. It will be about 6 months before I really have it all down, I'm sure. But I'm picking up on things and I know that everything that is so confusing right now will be easy and routine in time.

Right now I am on a 4-day work week which leaves me three consecutive days off each weekend. My hope is that I can eventually move to 7-on/7-offs very soon so that I can carpool with DH. It seems rather fantastic to think that if I just picked up a few extra shifts beyond what I am used to doing, I can have a SEVEN day weekend... all the time!! Only work half the year. Seriously, how much better could it get? *dream* Oh, wait. It does get better. Once I am out of training, there will be chances to pick up overtime. And in my department, overtime pays triple. If I go in and pick up a shift sometime in the middle of one of my weekends, I will make $30+ an hour.

Sweet.

The clock is tell me that it is now almost 3 a.m.. I think it is time to get my fuzzy brained self into bed. One shouldn't blog in this state. I'm capable of writing about such silly things. Thank goodness I had the self-control to limit myself to work... this time.

Ms.B