Dirty Fingers

Yup! Got my fingers in the dang dirt..and loved it!  Garden therapy suits me to a "T."  Oh...I get a goofy ass smile just thinking about a pleasantly warm day and a plot laid out before me. Wishes..they are good things...they keep hope alive in your heart.

Apartment living means planters and pots, and no real nurturing of the soil, but it helps me a bit with my addiction. Last year the theme was purples and pinks (and that was mainly because they were all they truly had for sale.) This year I am scrounging for some true reds..and damn..pink flowers are everywhere..again!
Cream, purple and red..ahhh..you see the genius of my colors..red-white-and blue. I may have to look further afield for the reds though.  I had two very healthy ferns hanging last summer, they were a lot of work, and could not be transitioned into the house, they shed too much. Right now I have my biggest pot (was a tomato pot last year) and the hanging hooks to fill. Slow going because I cannot afford to buy everything all at once.

It has been on the rainy and cool side but I know that summer is coming. Gilly has enjoyed coming outside with me again and sort of expects it now. I have to remind him that he is not going out every time I open the door. There is a limit to how much grass nibbling one cat can do before he barfs. Of course, if he feels it coming he races for the inside and the carpet, and not the yard.

Schedule changed, I have different days off. I have been working every weekend for almost 4 years now, not counting vacation/sick time. This is truly no different from any other job I have ever had, I always worked weekends, sometimes every other. It will be nice to have one day to go to the public events I always missed due to work. Craft fairs, Farmers Markets, Flea Markets...etc. With my job there is no telling when my schedule might switch again, but I hope to have this for at least a little while.

Have a good week and go play in the dirt!
k

On the grumpy cat side

Have you ever heard or saw a cobra rap? It's hissing done to a beat, lol. (picture me making wild and not so technically correct dance movements while hissing.) Our call sign is a 'C' on our shift. We have been Cobra with our own individual numbers for a while, and the officer in question has a last name of Rapp. (cobra rapp-get it?) Well, it was my one and only true funny of the day, at least 3 of us laughed. Another ass kicking Saturday night with the West Virginia Class race pulling in the crowds.

It might have been better if there had been more of us...but that was not the case. Most of the shift was spent dealing with people who fall down and the too intoxicated patrons--sometimes one and the same, but not always. I admit to being a grumpy cat by the end of the shift..not liking people so much. I just get very tired of the disrespectful, the self entitled, and the rude that arrives with crowds of this size.(and of this day) And getting around in the masses? It's like putting a couple of thousand Florida grandmothers behind a wheel and set them to driving with no clearly marked lanes of travel. As you step into a room they come at you from every direction, not seeing over the wheel,eyes barely visible, and never braking to allow for other traffic.  Did I mention that their hearing was also not so good? Yeah, that too.

I swear I say "Excuse me please" hundreds of times on a typical Saturday night. And know what? I never hear any of the guests use the same phrase. And That is what bothers me more than any other part of my job....being thought of and treated as though I was invisible. Oh, they can see you for sure when you have to stop them for an unpleasant reason, but that is about it. If they need something they will find you among the thousands.(If I was not racing to be somewhere I am usually happy to help.)  I won't go further in describing the attitudes upon confrontations due to policy. You can be as polite and empathetic as you can attempt to be, but there is no guarantee that it will bring you positive results.

So yeah, I am getting burned out on dealing with the general public. Unfortunately I don't believe that there is job for me now or in my future that will get me away from them. It really is too bad that I am not accomplished enough to become a writer of fiction. It would be so cool to work at home with just Gilly for company.

G'nite
k

The latest

Good weekend approaching, really looking forward to it.  Long awaited visit with Mel. Not saying we will paint the town red, but we will leave a mark on it.

For the troll who watches this blog:  whenever I see your name come up in a mutual friends post...I spend the day cursing your continued existence. For in my mind you no longer exist. I hate to be reminded that you are still on this plain.

Saying Good bye to a dear friend and Manager tomorrow night. It will not be the same without him.

k