I always knew work would need their laptop back. I had hoped that it would be after the baby was born, but I kind of knew that was wishful thinking. The timeframe is just too long. The office has expanded, and new people require the equipment. My laptop needs to be updated with some new software so that it can be reassigned and returned back into circulation.
In my absence, I've been using the laptop primarily for school. My schooling is work-related, but not as work-related as actual billable work. Billable work takes precedence. And so, my employer has contacted me and asked for return of the company laptop. It's more than fair. They've actually been really good to let me keep it for this long. It needs to be returned ASAP, as their supplier has had some delivery delays and the situation is fairly desperate. They're good to me. We'll get the laptop back to them right away.
Unfortunately, we now need to make some alternate arrangements for my own sanity. I'm on bed rest, as you all know, so I can't sit up at my primary computer. I can't imagine what I would do with no computer access for the next several months, but the only access I'm permitted consists of using the laptop while lying down. And I can't adequately prepare for my exam with no computer.
H and I discussed it, and we decided that we needed to get a personal-use laptop computer. We'll need one in the next year or so anyway. And for the time being, I desperately need it to preserve my sanity for the next few months. Fortunately, they're on sale right now.
H was outfitted with a list of requirements, straight from the accounting association's website. And after work today, H picked up J from daycare, and off they went to the store to pick out a laptop computer.
They arrived at the store before 6:00. H found a knowledgable staff member to help him. A reasonably priced, appropriately discounted, completely suitable laptop was selected quickly. Score! H and J would be home in plenty of time for dinner, and J would make his regular bedtime.
And then, it was time to pay for our new computer.
H decided to use a credit card.
And that's when the shopping expedition turned. It went something like this:
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The security code on the back of a credit card is an added security feature for telephone and online purchases. But the store has a rather silly policy of requiring entry of the security code on the back of the card, even for in-person purchases. Sadly, the code is worn off of the card. So the cashier spends some time unsuccessfully trying to guess it.
After trying to ring it up seven times and receiving seven consecutive "declined" messages, he gives up.
H calls the bank to try to get the code. Runs through a million and one security questions, and eventually gets the code. The bank then advises that all of the "declined" attempts were actually put through as "preauthorized holds" by the bank, and the card is now maxed out. So now, even though H has the security code, he still can't pay for the computer. The bank advises that, unless this is remedied, there will be a hold on our account for 5 business days. That will put us past the "sale" date, will cost us a significant amount of coin, will prevent us from using the card in the interim, and is obviously completely unacceptable.
The store spends the next two plus hours trying to resolve the situation with the bank.
The bank requests a letter on the store's letterhead stating what happened. The store has no letterhead. Will a letter signed by the store manager do? The bank will check and call back. Yes. Yes that will do.
What does the letter need to say? The letter needs to list off the charges and the authorization numbers. But the store has no authorization numbers, since the transactions all showed up as "declined". Will the bank release the numbers to the store? No. The bank will not release the numbers, but requires them nonetheless. The store calls its own bank, hoping to get the authorization numbers. But the store's bank obviously has no authorization numbers, since the transactions were "declined". The store calls our bank again and begs on bended knee. Can our bank, please oh please, just release the numbers? Please? Yes. Yes they will.
The letter is drafted. The letter is faxed. The bank spends about half an hour fixing the problem. The bank calls back. The situation has been remedied. The card will work now.
The laptop is finally paid for.
Throughout this 2-hour ordeal, J behaves like an absolute angel. He drinks some orange juice. He plays with an inactivated debit machine. He plays nicely with some other children. He converses with other customers, and tells them all about his bears, and his rocks, and his racecar bed, and everything else he can think of. He almost makes up for the fact that he "hit his friends" at daycare today, and had to "spend some time thinking about what his hands are for" as a result. *Sigh!*
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After the situation was resolved and the computer appropriately paid for, H loaded J back into the van and started to drive home. That's when J decided to be especially entertaining.
J: Look!
H looked back at J. And he saw that J had pulled off his boots and socks, and was now wearing his mittens on his feet - a difficult feat, considering that his mittens are attached to his coat sleeves.
They got home. J trudged right through a puddle and got his pants all wet. He came in, and H promptly removed the wet pants. J ran into the living room to see me.
J: Look! I'm naked!
J had a nice, albeit late, dinner. And he had some chocolate as a reward for being such a good boy at the store. H also bought J a Backyardigans DVD, which he will get to watch tomorrow.
But for now, it is time for J to sleep. It is well past his bedtime.
Night night, little man. Sleep well.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, July 29, 2006
J stuff and general ramblings of the cryptic
Worked today. I don't usually work Saturdays, but I had a deadline to meet and needed the extra time. Productive. Got a lot done. Good. Cancelled plans with friends. Second week in a row. Bad. Will be seeing my friends next weekend, rain or shine. I want to have them over. They're important. I miss them.
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J is getting better with foods. He's still not really into meats, though he did try a good sample of different foods at Taste of Ed. this week. He prefers spicy foods over bland, and really enjoyed the garlic chicken skewers and saffron curried rice. Also, we have discovered that J likes frozen bananas. Yes, they were chocolate dipped, but J had no interest in the chocolate; he just wanted to gobble up the frozen pieces of banana from under the chocolate. We'll have to freeze them like popsicles for him from now on.
Last night, we gave in and bought J his very own TV remote control. He likes it, but still prefers the one we use. Of course he does; ours lights up when you push the buttons. His doesn't, since it has no batteries.
J's communication skills are developing. He says "Mama", "Baby", "Up" and of course "Uh-oh". He can't make the "D" sound for "Dada" just yet, but he's working on it. So far, he just thinks we look funny when we say it. He laughs and laughs! He really loves the "Uh-oh" sound, and uses that one often. Every time he says it, H responds with "Uh-oh, Spaghettios" (for those who remember that old jingle). The other day, H was in a convenience store and I was hanging out in the car with J. J said "Uh-oh" and, when no one responded appropriately, he continued: "Uh-oh, Pasghettiba". H has been trying to get J to repeat this ever since, but so far, no luck.
J had a good day today. He played happily with his daddy while I was at work; they went to the playground together. He ate raspberries and cereal for breakfast. At lunch, he had Annie's bunny-shaped organic pasta & cheese and more raspberries. And for dinner, he ate more pasta & cheese and a Minigo. He napped well today, and he played hard. He was very happy. He sleeps now. He is a darling, and I love when he has those happy days. I'm just sad that I missed so much of it today. But it couldn't be helped.
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Aspartame is insidious in everything. Four puffs of my inhaler later, and I still don't feel all better.
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J is getting better with foods. He's still not really into meats, though he did try a good sample of different foods at Taste of Ed. this week. He prefers spicy foods over bland, and really enjoyed the garlic chicken skewers and saffron curried rice. Also, we have discovered that J likes frozen bananas. Yes, they were chocolate dipped, but J had no interest in the chocolate; he just wanted to gobble up the frozen pieces of banana from under the chocolate. We'll have to freeze them like popsicles for him from now on.
Last night, we gave in and bought J his very own TV remote control. He likes it, but still prefers the one we use. Of course he does; ours lights up when you push the buttons. His doesn't, since it has no batteries.
J's communication skills are developing. He says "Mama", "Baby", "Up" and of course "Uh-oh". He can't make the "D" sound for "Dada" just yet, but he's working on it. So far, he just thinks we look funny when we say it. He laughs and laughs! He really loves the "Uh-oh" sound, and uses that one often. Every time he says it, H responds with "Uh-oh, Spaghettios" (for those who remember that old jingle). The other day, H was in a convenience store and I was hanging out in the car with J. J said "Uh-oh" and, when no one responded appropriately, he continued: "Uh-oh, Pasghettiba". H has been trying to get J to repeat this ever since, but so far, no luck.
J had a good day today. He played happily with his daddy while I was at work; they went to the playground together. He ate raspberries and cereal for breakfast. At lunch, he had Annie's bunny-shaped organic pasta & cheese and more raspberries. And for dinner, he ate more pasta & cheese and a Minigo. He napped well today, and he played hard. He was very happy. He sleeps now. He is a darling, and I love when he has those happy days. I'm just sad that I missed so much of it today. But it couldn't be helped.
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Aspartame is insidious in everything. Four puffs of my inhaler later, and I still don't feel all better.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The "Kill Your Computer?" button should be grayed out!!
I have had a day even I can't believe!
Entry-level work in short supply today. Office is hopping, but it's mostly senior level work just now, and I can't do that yet. And so I was on the prowl. Need help? Yeah. It was mostly an admin-y type of day. At one point, I was making cold calls. Not a lot of fun, but I'll take it.
Crick in neck. Pain in back. Arms going numb. Ow.
Nearing end of day. Get some work. Pretty basic stuff. Sit down to do first thing on list. Has already been done. Oops. Not a big deal. On to the next one.
Simple. Start project. Get through the hardest part of it. Hit save. Error message. Save again? Error message. Desperately try to save. Error messages. Save to a different directory? Error message. Save to a different drive? And ... Error message. One last try to original location. Finally saves. To ... all ... three ... locations.
No big deal, right? Delete files in alternate locations and keep good location. Good, right? Not so much. Try to open file in its program, and the program directory still shows three copies of same file in three different locations. Try to open the deleted versions, and receive the inevitable error message; file cannot be found. Proper location still works. Why are deleted files still showing up in my directory?? And how can I fix it???
Select a deleted file. Click on "Index" button. Choose "Clear". This should work; I want the deleted file cleared from the index. Popup. Am I sure? Yes. Yes, I'm sure. New popup appears that seems to be counting down as though a bomb is about to explode. Quickly hit "Cancel", but it's too late. Entire database index is deleted. All files. Ever. Rush to a different computer. Is the index there? Index is on the network, and has now been deleted from all computers in the office. Head explodes.
People have left for the day. No one in IT to call. Who can help me? Look at phone list.
And at this moment, H phones me. I get curt; must get off the phone and get some help. Have single-handedly destroyed several years of documentation, and must get it back now. Right now. People need it. Right now. Go away.
Find someone who can help. Thank God! Restore index. Restore takes a good 45 minutes. And computer can't multitask while restore application is running. Whatever. Sit there and stare at screen. Pray this works. Phone H back and apologize for being curt. H doesn't answer the phone. Apologize to machine.
Restore is still happening. Finally talk to H. H was on the phone. H's mom has lost her keys, and needs some help tonight. We must go over. Absolutely.
Owner afraid, 'cause computer not working. Explain situation. Owner stares at me in complete disbelief, and I say something like "In my defence, that button should be grayed out!" Owner agrees. Mental notes are made to speak with IT about making that happen.
Restore finally done. Leave and drive home. Arrive at home. Change clothes. Go to Mom's. Look for keys. There are no keys. Well, there are, but we absolutely can't find them. No idea where they may be. Take Mom down for evening entertainment - jam session and singalong tonight. H and J stay to hang out with Mom, and I go to get a new key cut. Home Depot. They will cut keys. The super has said so. ("You can do it, we can help". Not so much.)
Wander around Home Depot. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. Wander through tools. See no one. Next aisle. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. But there's no one there. Page put out. Young girl arrives. Looks nervous. She might be able to cut the key; she's not sure. Goes through all of the keys in the aisle. Moves to a different aisle. Goes through the rest of the keys. Runs off, and grabs two additional people. The group looks through all of the keys, and then delivers the following astounding line: "This is a Rona key. We don't have these. All our keys are too long, so they won't work. You'll have to go to Rona. Or maybe ... WALMART!!!"
Gnash teeth. Go to Rona.
Wander around Rona. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. No one there. Page put out. Guy in tools gets waylaid by woman who wants to know everything about every single doorknob they carry. Eventually comes and cuts key. Woman actually buys doorknob. Amazing.
Go to pay. Cashiers are swamped. Everyone else is buying out the store, and I have a little $1.50 key in a bag. I give up. Go to customer service. Will somebody please take my money? Done and done.
Back to car. Back to Mom's. It's been over an hour. J is hungry and screaming. H is getting there himself. J is excited to see me. Sliding door moves to let me in, and J puts his hand on the glass in its path. I freak, watching J's hand get squished by the door. Pull his hand free. He is okay, but I may have broken the door. I don't care. All is good.
Go try new key. It doesn't work. New expletives are created.
Leave. Get food. Will deal with faulty key tomorrow. Whatever.
Return home. Look at second car, the one I drive to work these days. Pool of green liquid has formed under car. Shake head despondently, and enter house. (Stupid tri-colored AM lovin' piece of ...)
House smells of cat urine. Cat has been peeing on carpet again. J needs new diaper, bath, food. Cat box needs cleaning. All done. Pee cleaned up. Great cleaner found, gets rid of smell. Great. Good. Cuddle J. Sleep, J. J sleeps. Good.
Cat sits on remote control and turns TV up to around 180,000,000,000 decibels. Fantastic. J sleeps through it. Score!
Life is good. Today, not so much. Tomorrow will be better. I can feel it.
Now, if I can just get to work tomorrow ... (Obviously, the car is not an option.)
Need bath, cry, chocolate, bed ... not necessarily in that order.
Entry-level work in short supply today. Office is hopping, but it's mostly senior level work just now, and I can't do that yet. And so I was on the prowl. Need help? Yeah. It was mostly an admin-y type of day. At one point, I was making cold calls. Not a lot of fun, but I'll take it.
Crick in neck. Pain in back. Arms going numb. Ow.
Nearing end of day. Get some work. Pretty basic stuff. Sit down to do first thing on list. Has already been done. Oops. Not a big deal. On to the next one.
Simple. Start project. Get through the hardest part of it. Hit save. Error message. Save again? Error message. Desperately try to save. Error messages. Save to a different directory? Error message. Save to a different drive? And ... Error message. One last try to original location. Finally saves. To ... all ... three ... locations.
No big deal, right? Delete files in alternate locations and keep good location. Good, right? Not so much. Try to open file in its program, and the program directory still shows three copies of same file in three different locations. Try to open the deleted versions, and receive the inevitable error message; file cannot be found. Proper location still works. Why are deleted files still showing up in my directory?? And how can I fix it???
Select a deleted file. Click on "Index" button. Choose "Clear". This should work; I want the deleted file cleared from the index. Popup. Am I sure? Yes. Yes, I'm sure. New popup appears that seems to be counting down as though a bomb is about to explode. Quickly hit "Cancel", but it's too late. Entire database index is deleted. All files. Ever. Rush to a different computer. Is the index there? Index is on the network, and has now been deleted from all computers in the office. Head explodes.
People have left for the day. No one in IT to call. Who can help me? Look at phone list.
And at this moment, H phones me. I get curt; must get off the phone and get some help. Have single-handedly destroyed several years of documentation, and must get it back now. Right now. People need it. Right now. Go away.
Find someone who can help. Thank God! Restore index. Restore takes a good 45 minutes. And computer can't multitask while restore application is running. Whatever. Sit there and stare at screen. Pray this works. Phone H back and apologize for being curt. H doesn't answer the phone. Apologize to machine.
Restore is still happening. Finally talk to H. H was on the phone. H's mom has lost her keys, and needs some help tonight. We must go over. Absolutely.
Owner afraid, 'cause computer not working. Explain situation. Owner stares at me in complete disbelief, and I say something like "In my defence, that button should be grayed out!" Owner agrees. Mental notes are made to speak with IT about making that happen.
Restore finally done. Leave and drive home. Arrive at home. Change clothes. Go to Mom's. Look for keys. There are no keys. Well, there are, but we absolutely can't find them. No idea where they may be. Take Mom down for evening entertainment - jam session and singalong tonight. H and J stay to hang out with Mom, and I go to get a new key cut. Home Depot. They will cut keys. The super has said so. ("You can do it, we can help". Not so much.)
Wander around Home Depot. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. Wander through tools. See no one. Next aisle. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. But there's no one there. Page put out. Young girl arrives. Looks nervous. She might be able to cut the key; she's not sure. Goes through all of the keys in the aisle. Moves to a different aisle. Goes through the rest of the keys. Runs off, and grabs two additional people. The group looks through all of the keys, and then delivers the following astounding line: "This is a Rona key. We don't have these. All our keys are too long, so they won't work. You'll have to go to Rona. Or maybe ... WALMART!!!"
Gnash teeth. Go to Rona.
Wander around Rona. Where can I get a key cut? Tools. Right. No one there. Page put out. Guy in tools gets waylaid by woman who wants to know everything about every single doorknob they carry. Eventually comes and cuts key. Woman actually buys doorknob. Amazing.
Go to pay. Cashiers are swamped. Everyone else is buying out the store, and I have a little $1.50 key in a bag. I give up. Go to customer service. Will somebody please take my money? Done and done.
Back to car. Back to Mom's. It's been over an hour. J is hungry and screaming. H is getting there himself. J is excited to see me. Sliding door moves to let me in, and J puts his hand on the glass in its path. I freak, watching J's hand get squished by the door. Pull his hand free. He is okay, but I may have broken the door. I don't care. All is good.
Go try new key. It doesn't work. New expletives are created.
Leave. Get food. Will deal with faulty key tomorrow. Whatever.
Return home. Look at second car, the one I drive to work these days. Pool of green liquid has formed under car. Shake head despondently, and enter house. (Stupid tri-colored AM lovin' piece of ...)
House smells of cat urine. Cat has been peeing on carpet again. J needs new diaper, bath, food. Cat box needs cleaning. All done. Pee cleaned up. Great cleaner found, gets rid of smell. Great. Good. Cuddle J. Sleep, J. J sleeps. Good.
Cat sits on remote control and turns TV up to around 180,000,000,000 decibels. Fantastic. J sleeps through it. Score!
Life is good. Today, not so much. Tomorrow will be better. I can feel it.
Now, if I can just get to work tomorrow ... (Obviously, the car is not an option.)
Need bath, cry, chocolate, bed ... not necessarily in that order.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Working one-liners
I am loving my job! The work is good, and the people are a lot of fun. Even tonight, when I was at the office for 2 hours after we closed, I didn't mind. The work needed to be done, and I was nice and productive. Life is good.
Many good conversations can be had. Some work related, and some not so much. But I have learned that people at work will say some pretty interesting things. Sometimes, they just don't realize how it sounds. Other times, the first thing that comes to mind is just too good to pass up.
We have a few favorite snippets from our week so far, that we thought we'd share. Enjoy!
*From T's coworkers*
"What's the S.T.D. bin?"
(Note to self: There should be a better abbreviation for the printer's standard paper bin.)
"I need to go show E my chest."
(By way of explanation, this girl had apparently spilt something on her shirt earlier that day, and she wanted to show her friend that the stain was gone.)
*H with his coworkers*
H's coworker: She's probably just lying on the couch with a big pitcher of martinis. But we all do that, don't we?
H: I don't. I have a toddler. I put the martinis in his sippy cup so he'll sleep.
Many good conversations can be had. Some work related, and some not so much. But I have learned that people at work will say some pretty interesting things. Sometimes, they just don't realize how it sounds. Other times, the first thing that comes to mind is just too good to pass up.
We have a few favorite snippets from our week so far, that we thought we'd share. Enjoy!
*From T's coworkers*
"What's the S.T.D. bin?"
(Note to self: There should be a better abbreviation for the printer's standard paper bin.)
"I need to go show E my chest."
(By way of explanation, this girl had apparently spilt something on her shirt earlier that day, and she wanted to show her friend that the stain was gone.)
*H with his coworkers*
H's coworker: She's probably just lying on the couch with a big pitcher of martinis. But we all do that, don't we?
H: I don't. I have a toddler. I put the martinis in his sippy cup so he'll sleep.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Woke up this mornin'
J was ticked and will not be consolled as of yet. I'd had bad dreams through my restless, fitfull sleep. And I feel unreasonably grumpy today. I would like to go back to bed and see if my mood improves with a bit more sleep, but unfortunately, J says "No".
J and I need to go into the office today, as it is a work friend's baby shower. So J will need to be well-fed, bathed, and put in his Christmas sleeper. (He looks so sweet in it.) I must also do laundry and some housework today. And some studying too, since I didn't fit any in yesterday.
Yesterday was a really good day. J's Memaw came for a visit; I love seeing her. J was awake when she arrived, and he was being quite argumentative about breakfast. But he played with her for a bit before becoming sleepy and grumpy (and probably a few other dwarfs too) and going down for a sleep through most of the remainder of our visit. She gave J some very generous Christmas presents (us too, btw). She is such a sweet and kind person, and I feel so grateful that we have her in our lives. Her daughter will be having a baby (in May, I believe), so she will have 2 little grandchildren then; J and new baby! I am very excited about this, and am thinking that we will have to find a way to get down to the States to meet the new arrival.
Yesterday evening, I went to the Association's mentorship networking reception. I met some great people, and came home with a few business cards. It was good to have this opportunity to make some good connections; I am glad I got to go.
Today is shaping up to be a great day too. I must find some way to lose my grumpy old attitude problem. I have much to be thankful for today, and it should be a beautiful and wonderful day, if I can just quit snarling about nothing. Everyone is entitled to a mood, I suppose, but I do not enjoy my bad mood and I wish to lose it.
Must dash. J says so. But first, I leave you with this. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it?
J and I need to go into the office today, as it is a work friend's baby shower. So J will need to be well-fed, bathed, and put in his Christmas sleeper. (He looks so sweet in it.) I must also do laundry and some housework today. And some studying too, since I didn't fit any in yesterday.
Yesterday was a really good day. J's Memaw came for a visit; I love seeing her. J was awake when she arrived, and he was being quite argumentative about breakfast. But he played with her for a bit before becoming sleepy and grumpy (and probably a few other dwarfs too) and going down for a sleep through most of the remainder of our visit. She gave J some very generous Christmas presents (us too, btw). She is such a sweet and kind person, and I feel so grateful that we have her in our lives. Her daughter will be having a baby (in May, I believe), so she will have 2 little grandchildren then; J and new baby! I am very excited about this, and am thinking that we will have to find a way to get down to the States to meet the new arrival.
Yesterday evening, I went to the Association's mentorship networking reception. I met some great people, and came home with a few business cards. It was good to have this opportunity to make some good connections; I am glad I got to go.
Today is shaping up to be a great day too. I must find some way to lose my grumpy old attitude problem. I have much to be thankful for today, and it should be a beautiful and wonderful day, if I can just quit snarling about nothing. Everyone is entitled to a mood, I suppose, but I do not enjoy my bad mood and I wish to lose it.
Must dash. J says so. But first, I leave you with this. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it?
Friday, December 02, 2005
Anger is pointless
It gets you nothing. Anger is a futile and useless emotion. Anger is sometimes inevitable.
Tonight, we were getting ready to go to my staff Christmas party. We're all ready. Just need to thaw some milk for a bottle for J, so my parents will have some milk to feed him if he should get hungry.
Down to the deepfreeze to get milk.
Open the deepfreeze to find that it quit working (obviously this is a recent development, as we go down there quite often), and all the milk reserves are well thawed. As are all of J's vegetable and fruit cubes. And all of our meat, fish, veggies... Cost? I'm guessing around $200.
To add to the annoyance/anger/frustration, the deepfreeze is located right next to the furnace intake. So once we opened the well-thawed deepfreeze, the smell of the stale thawed rotting food went into the intake, and now the whole house smells like that. Sprayed some Lime Mate Mist into the vents, and it is a little bit better now, but it could take awhile to get that stench out of the air entirely. And we still have to empty out the deepfreeze and figure out what to do next. (I'm guessing we will need to buy a used deepfreeze, as this one is likely not repairable.)
So with no milk for J and plans for an evening out, we had no option but to buy formula tonight. We bought the formula. He didn't need it. We'll keep it. He may need it at some future date.
I am so completely futilely mad, I could just spit!
Anyway, we had a really nice time at the Christmas party. It was fun to see everybody again. Of course, it was a bit disconcerting to realize that I have lost my adult conversation skills and am incapable of discussing anything other than J. I trust these skills will return at some future date.
Tonight, we were getting ready to go to my staff Christmas party. We're all ready. Just need to thaw some milk for a bottle for J, so my parents will have some milk to feed him if he should get hungry.
Down to the deepfreeze to get milk.
Open the deepfreeze to find that it quit working (obviously this is a recent development, as we go down there quite often), and all the milk reserves are well thawed. As are all of J's vegetable and fruit cubes. And all of our meat, fish, veggies... Cost? I'm guessing around $200.
To add to the annoyance/anger/frustration, the deepfreeze is located right next to the furnace intake. So once we opened the well-thawed deepfreeze, the smell of the stale thawed rotting food went into the intake, and now the whole house smells like that. Sprayed some Lime Mate Mist into the vents, and it is a little bit better now, but it could take awhile to get that stench out of the air entirely. And we still have to empty out the deepfreeze and figure out what to do next. (I'm guessing we will need to buy a used deepfreeze, as this one is likely not repairable.)
So with no milk for J and plans for an evening out, we had no option but to buy formula tonight. We bought the formula. He didn't need it. We'll keep it. He may need it at some future date.
I am so completely futilely mad, I could just spit!
Anyway, we had a really nice time at the Christmas party. It was fun to see everybody again. Of course, it was a bit disconcerting to realize that I have lost my adult conversation skills and am incapable of discussing anything other than J. I trust these skills will return at some future date.
I am officially confused
Regarding the error in the multiple choice portion of my exam, I have received a response from the Association, which reads as follows:
J has been grumpy today. He yelled at me for a good long while this morning. I took him over to my parents' place so I could help my mom put together her family tree information. Got a nice start on that. J was mighty fussy, and he demanded cereal with apple sauce, milk, and to be carried about and played with. Eventually, though, he settled down for a nap on a nice area rug on the floor next to his playgym. He woke up nice and happy, and was pleased to demonstrate how well he can sit up now for Grandma and Grandpa. He can't sit up very well, or for very long; he mostly just leans forward on his hands until he falls one way or the other, but he is getting there slowly but surely.
I fear that he will be developmentally delayed as a result of his prematurity and slow initial weight gain. I pray that he will not have any long-standing problems.
Tonight, H and I will attend my office Christmas party (where I will get to wear my "above-average" outfit). It should be pretty swanky, and it will be nice to see everyone again. But I understand there have been many staffing changes in my absence, so I don't know for certain who I will know.
I don't think we'll stay out too late. I will be missing J horribly while we are out. I have a hard time being away from my little boy!
The exam department said that "The examiner will take that error into consideration in the marking process."I don't know what that means. Just what you want from the people who do your taxes: vague responses. Oh, whatever.
J has been grumpy today. He yelled at me for a good long while this morning. I took him over to my parents' place so I could help my mom put together her family tree information. Got a nice start on that. J was mighty fussy, and he demanded cereal with apple sauce, milk, and to be carried about and played with. Eventually, though, he settled down for a nap on a nice area rug on the floor next to his playgym. He woke up nice and happy, and was pleased to demonstrate how well he can sit up now for Grandma and Grandpa. He can't sit up very well, or for very long; he mostly just leans forward on his hands until he falls one way or the other, but he is getting there slowly but surely.
I fear that he will be developmentally delayed as a result of his prematurity and slow initial weight gain. I pray that he will not have any long-standing problems.
Tonight, H and I will attend my office Christmas party (where I will get to wear my "above-average" outfit). It should be pretty swanky, and it will be nice to see everyone again. But I understand there have been many staffing changes in my absence, so I don't know for certain who I will know.
I don't think we'll stay out too late. I will be missing J horribly while we are out. I have a hard time being away from my little boy!
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