It is going to be a busy September. I have seven PT sessions scheduled, five doctor visits and an MRI all on my plate for the month. It also happens to be my daughter and niece’s birthdays this month. AND… I am my niece’s driver since she has no interest in driving and I have two appointments to take her too as well. Makes me tired just writing it all out.
The one good thing is it looks as if there will be a little college football to follow. I haven’t really paid attention to know if pro ball is happening. But one of the teams I follow is scheduled to have their first game next week.
I want to get my med change settled out. Maybe reduce it or something because I am SO TIRED all the time with the new meds. … that is one of the doctors that I am seeing this month.
Before I finish up, I wanted to thank Fandango for sticking with this challenge. I know he has been struggling with the new block editor… THANKS for giving me inspiration to write. I just wish it hadn’t taken me so long to finish it. (Damn pills!) It has been fun though!
Sally picked the book up off the shelf. It was the latest mystery novel by B. F. Hunter. She had read many of his books and always found them to be entertaining. This one however had a twist she was unsure of… it dealt with a bug expert having his victims devoured by swarms. Sally hated bugs! But he was one of her favorite authors. She sighed and tucked the book in the basket with a couple of others she had found. Making her way to check out she dug her discount card out and prepared to make her purchase.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hunter
This is a tough one. There were good things and bad things about every job I have had. As a kid my sister and I made money shoveling the walks for two different retired woman who each lived alone. And when the holidays were over an elderly couple across the street would leave to visit family out of town and we shoveled their sidewalk while they were gone – and it was a LONG corner lot sidewalk.
Then as I gathered more independence, I ventured into two normal kid’s jobs – babysitting and a newspaper route. My mom put an end to that after a couple of boys from Iowa were kidnapped doing their paper routes.
I concentrated on grades and a small social life in high school. Then after the first and only year of college I went to work for a local restaurant nights. I later on picked up a second job at a fast food joint. That didn’t last long. So, I decided to try retail and became a cashier. I worked at the store and restaurant for about 7 years. Then left the restaurant after I had my daughter. This was so I could be with my daughter nights while working days… my husband taking opposite shifts, so we didn’t need a lot of babysitting time.
For a shot time I did some grain book-keeping for an elevator, it was basically a data entry job. That was a nice job as it was in my in-law’s basement helping my mother-in-law. But flooding and a sale of the elevator to the Coop made that job obsolete.
So, going with longevity I would say my cashier job was the best at 20 years. Like any job though it wasn’t the same in the end. Management changed several times and the importance of the front end was swept under the carpet so to speak. Then I got sick and the lack of compassion from those I had worked many years with left me with a very bad taste in my mouth.
Thank you and have a nice day!
Even thought the end was rough I still loved being a cashier on most days. I had regular customers and friends that made the job enjoyable. If I ever find that miracle cure, I would consider returning. But I don’t see that happening any time soon.
The alarm clock is my enemy… I am not a morning person, never have been. I have to set multiple alarms anymore if I do need to be awake for one thing or another. But I am not surprised, I grew up in a family of night owls. My Dad spent many years working 11pm to 7am. He would be there to tuck us into bed at night and wake us up in the morning.
I do have a couple of great late night memories. We often would stay up late playing a game of Shanghai Rummy in the summer time on Dad’s night off. And one night we stayed up all night (the whole family and a couple of friends) trying to decipher a text adventure game called Kidnapped. We discussed each level of this high rise we woke up in and had to make it out of somehow. I THINK the level that took us the longest involved giving a guard dog a sleeping pill in hamburger. There was also a level where we had to do something with a fish tank that had piranhas in it.
Even visiting my aunts, uncles and grandparents out of town we would stay up late talking or playing games. I truly came from a family or a parliament of night owls!
She stood in front of the class. Her notes were on the podium within reach, but they seemed a million miles away and out of focus. The entire class was looking at her; she felt every eye and knew there was judgement by them all. This speech was a big part of her grade and she was frozen with anxiety. She remembered what her teacher had said and took a deep breathe and centered on the wall in back instead of a person. She cleared her throat, glanced at her notes briefly and began her speech on the American Revolution.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – speech
About five days ago (I am sorry I am so behind) Fandango posts “your favorite beverage” prompt. There is no way to narrow it down to just one. So for an adult beverage I would either go with a strawberry margarita or a short glass of Tequila Rose. In the morning I prefer coffee over tea but drink both. Lately my tastes have been drawn to the new Dr Pepper Cream Soda. Malts over shakes or slushies any day. Nothing taste better on a hot day than ice cold water to really quench a thirst. However, when it turns cold who can resist a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream or marshmallows! And if it is an “elegant” event I do like a glass of blush chablis or white zinfandel So needless to say I am not really picky… I have a wide variety of tastes. Now it is time to grab some water and head to bed… good night!