The solution to the crossword clue, “Many blogs”, the other day was, “Rants”. I’m glad to know I’m holding up my end of the bargain.
I’m also glad I caught a clue from BrainRants’ site last February, and started putting my posts in a Word file. It has reduced tension and evened out my publication. I pound out three, thousand-word treatises in 36 hours, then go into suspended animation for 8 or 9 days.
Lady Ryl has been diagnosed with type-II diabetes. It should be to her to announce this, but she hasn’t felt well enough to post since the end of March. Added to fibromyalgia and mobility restrictions from two damaged knees, this just increases her burdens. It was caught early enough, that diet and medication should control it.
Her doctor got the blood-test results on a Friday, and wanted her to come in on Saturday, but she was already committed to the Cherry Park festival, where she had a good time, and made some sales. The trip to the crazy cat lady was delayed a week, and I took her over on Sunday. A male, and a female, doctor share the office. Neither wishes to work a full week. Her lady doctor is in on Tuesday and Friday. The man she saw, is in on Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, providing clinic-like coverage.
In my post about names, I mentioned Laurie Embro, and her sister-in-law, Lori Embro, who both worked in the same plant with me. Recently, “Laurie Embro” turned up as a search term. I hope I didn’t say anything derogatory. Speaking of names, a local female executive carries the surname of Bodkin, so rare that the surname website doesn’t even list it. In my May 12/13 post, You Don’t Say, I explained that a bodkin is a pointed tool, somewhat like a naval marlin spike, used to work on leather, canvas and rope.
Almost a year ago, on July 26/12, I posted the story of how I got into collecting foreign coins, titled, “A penny, lira, peso, etc. for your thoughts.” It got the usual 40 or so views, and disappeared. Suddenly, about a month ago, I started getting, “A lira for your thoughts” as a search term, and usually 4 or 5 views of that post, each and every day. The views come from countries all over the world. Pleasantly puzzling!
While many of the larger auto-parts firms have left the area, it is still possible to get a job with some of the smaller ones. The Workforce Planning Board held a meeting of HR executives recently, and, among other things, the topic of strange applications came up. These are definitely not the usual ones, but they include an applicant showing up for an interview in a hoodie and baseball cap. Mark Zuckerberg can get away with wearing that to a board meeting, but not a job applicant.
A candidate who had been granted a $17 dollars/hour, 40 hours/week, 9-week summer job, then wanted three weeks vacation in the middle. Applicants tell HR reps that they’ll only work days. They don’t do afternoons or night-shifts. It is not appropriate for parents to call to set up an appointment for their child, nor is it appropriate for them to call, and follow up after an interview. A parent showed up at one plant and asked to submit a resume for the son who was sitting out in the car. Who wants the job, the kid, or the parent?? One mother even came to her son’s performance review, and fielded questions for him.
I recently took the wife to a local rheumatologist for a cortisone shot. The building is filled with doctors, including one of her nephews. Every door has two signs, “Leave all wet footwear outside.” and, “No food or drink allowed in office.” Dr. Tom’s door has a third one added. It says, “This includes Tim Hortons!” This just shows how Canadians regard Timmie’s. This stuff isn’t “food and drink”, this is Canada’s lifeblood. It goes where we go! Rrrrolll up the rrrimm on the large double-double, eh!
California became the first state to ban the Pray-The-Gay-Away repair therapies for minors, to change their sexual orientation. These therapies have driven teens to depression and suicide. Gay rights groups have labelled them as dangerous and abusive, and claim these practices have no basis in science or medicine and have been relegated to the dustbin of quackery.
I saw a man pursuing the horizon,
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this.
I accosted the man.
It is useless, I said,
You lie! He cried, and ran on.
I checked my stats today, and found that Akismet had protected me from 3,333 spam comments, such an interestingly round number. They included a new one from Mona@bogusemail.uk, who wished me a happy belated birthday, and said she loved my wrinting?? I treasured it so much I could barely delete it.
My brother phoned to tell me that he had lost his job as a bank guard.
I said, “That’s awful. What happened?”
He said, “Well, a thief came in to rob the bank. I pulled out my gun and told him that if he took another step, I’d let him have it.”
Mesmerized, I asked, “What happened then?”
He replied, “Well. He took one more step, and I let him have it. I didn’t want that stupid gun anyway!”
Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are. Coming soon to a blog near you, posts that make much more sense than this one.