Haiku
in a meeting
stapler thrown at door
that should get their attention
nevermind the dent
kids need to be more quiet
when i am in a meeting
posted by Logic101 at 2/14/2007 02:34:00 PM
10 Comments:
Hi Everyone,
It's been a craptacular few weeks at work so the blogging has been deprioritized... along with conversation with the spouse, time with the kids, sleep, etc.
I plan to resume opining asap.
Happy Valentines Day!
Hi Niece - Should I call you "Therese" like your mother does on the phone with "Simone"?
Love your Haiku - thank the kids for inspiration.
Let's keep 2/24 very tentative ...
4 ft of snow here - promises of a warming trend - and still my plumber is not here to install the hydraullic pump. Nor has he repaired the bathroom tank ... thus I'm cranky as well as under the weather with a cold and sinus infection ... Roboting regularly and dying for a cocktail!
Aunt T
Hi Aunt T,
No problem... I've spent 60 hours this week helping a bunch of non-unionized techies become jobless (all hail the quarterly numbers). Needless to say, I'm in a pretty bad mood... not sure I'd make for good company. Mostly I just want to kick someone's ass.
Sorry to hear about your snow and plumbing problems and sinus infection, tho -- hope you're at least feeling better soon.
Winter sucks!
The plumber supposedly has pneumonia ... and he is supposed
to install a new sump pump
system and fix the tank ...
he's not forthcoming and I'm
watching four feet of snow
disappear ... and keeping a close
watch on the basement to ensure
it doesn't flood ... there has to
be a better weekend! I'm sorry you're having a "great" week as well. I thot I was over the yuks,
and awoke today with a relapse of
all I thought I'd recovered from.
Winter does suck. This last snow storm here reminded me of your
parents' wedding day/night.
Talk to you soon,
Love,
Aunt T
How is this for timing?
The plumber arrived around 8 aM ...
brought in some tools ... did a lot of yapping ... tore up the basement = left alot of doors open ... looked at the toilet ...
asked for a check and disappeared
for about 45 minutes. I think this is going to be a long day. The lite at the end of the tunnel is I know he has a big boy scout soiree to attend in champaign this evening, so he's going to have to get outta here by late afternoon. Hope he gets the damned pump in before he leaves ... a winter flood we don't need here. It's a good thing you didn't come down for this pleasant weekend!
Three hours on ... apparently the toilet is fixed. A village maintenance worker finally showed up - after about 5 phone calls from yours truly - and has left to find a locate tool to shut off the water to my house. This plumber is NOT inspiring confidence. I fail to understand why they require spending so much time traipsing about my house when the issue is in the basement. Stress level: rapidly escalating.
Oh and I failed to mention all the farting and burping noises (NOT TO MENTION THE COUGHING AND DRAMATIC SCHNOZZ-BLOWING SOUNDS) that provide background accompaniment for this job. In addition to repeatedly answering a cell phone and speaking loudly enough that I'm surprised you don't hear it at your house. And the bitching and arguing among the plumber and his helper is ... comforting. NOT!!!! And on top of that - I can hear the fixed toilet "whispering" from my bedroom. Calgon ... take me away!
6.5 hours on - don't you wish you
were here? On top of all the village maintenance men coming and going etc etc, my friend and columnist decided to "visit the sick" and brought me a cold remedy. And stayed for a nice long
visit while the above was going on. Actually, it's too bad your mum wasn't here ... she might have liked this guy. NO END IN SIGHT YET.
yay!!! the pump is IN ... the toilet FLUSHES (and whispers) -
the ice storm has begun! My cold
feels better thanks to Dr. Mann -
my harem of men (six) have left ...
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULLEZ!
All this in 8 short hours!!!!
gIMME A DRINK!!!!
Jeeez, Aunt T -- sounds like quite the little plumbing adventure! That's one trade I always thought it would be nice to learn just so I wouldn't be at the mercy of every saggy-pantsed plumber trying to hold my toilet hostage until their next trip to Hawaii is funded.
Anyway, hope you're recovering from your trauma. Your Rx is chilled and awaiting delivery. :-)
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