Back in the saddle

Beginning today I’ll be in the classroom for most of this week, observing and assisting with training. It’s been a long time since I was in the classroom in an instructor role. I won’t actually be leading any training this week, but I have a feeling I will have to come to the lead trainer’s rescue–she hasn’t taught one of the major points of this session in over a year. That’s why she wanted my help. It’s been even longer for me but I’ve done this training so many times I could do it in my sleep.

The thing that bothers me and is a fundamental problem with the way things go around here is why hasn’t she taught that particular section of training in over a year? How can you team teach something and always let the other person do a section you don’t like or a section that scares you a little bit? Isn’t the point of being the instructor is to stretch and do things outside of your comfort zone? We ask trainees to do that all the time because a certain level of risk brings learning. Seriously, look it up. If you are never challenged then what’s the fun of doing your job?

Back in the day when I traveled all the time to deliver training there was a section of training in which I wasn’t particularly strong and my partner loved training it. I finally had to get her to agree that I had to train that section every other week so that I could become comfortable with it and so she could be comfortable in the part I normally led. It turns out we both benefited from changing things up. It also stops the tedium and boredom that sets in after you’ve delivered the same message a hundred times.

So, it will be interesting to see how the lead trainer handles things this week. I’ll be making notes on portions of training that need to be updated. I’ll also be looking at her floor skills in an unofficial capacity. I’m always interested in how other people deliver training. You never know what clever idea you can steal and use later.

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You’ve got me in your clutches And I can’t break free

Been ruminating and ranting lately and even though I have a General Spleen Venting category that I use to tag entries, I couldn’t muster putting the complete and total vent on here. So, off to other subjects.

Ages ago I heard about an old and out of print book called The Gentleman’s Companion Volume II, by Charles Baker. I added the title to my Amazon wish list with a note not to spend over $50 for the book. I just checked my wish list and I added the book April 18, 2005. In the intervening three years, I’ve periodically checked on the availability of this book on various used book websites and the price has always soared to over $100. I really wanted that book, but I couldn’t see parting with $100+ dollars just to get a copy.

A week ago I decided to check on the book again and found it for $20. I emailed the seller and she did in fact still have the book in stock and could ship it for a small fee as soon as I made a payment. The money flew out of my paypal account and the book arrived yesterday.

I’ve only read the first few pages but I’m already hooked. The writing is witty and filled with words and turns of phrases you don’t see anymore (unless you read Susanna Clarke who writes in that late 18th/early 19th century style).The book also smells so good. It has that musty smell that reminds me of old shop fronts with wide wood floors, dusty stacks of books and other oddities stuffed in amongst the stacks.

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Blueberries and Cat

The better-half found two boxes on his mother’s front porch the other day. She had ordered something from QVC on March 20th. She moved on March 26th. She knew she was moving. This move wasn’t a secret. The boxes contained a box of three patio blueberry plants, a sack of dirt and a pot. So, let’s recap. Six blueberry plants, two pots and two sacks of dirt. Shipped to her house after she moved into an assisted living facility. Her room has no outside space attached. She has a window and a narrow sill. When confronted, she just said she ordered them off a gardening show. The better-half told her we opened the plants, watered them and were going to plant them. Her reply was one syllable. It makes me befuddled.

Good looking plants:

In an effort to cut down on the fifty metric tons of junk mail and catalogs we receive, I have started logging our catalogs on the catalog choice site. I am not sure yet if it is working since I just started logging them in February.

Perhaps you remember me writing about the shitstorm that is my MIL’s house. She gets a tremendous amount of catalogs. I’ve started the process of logging her catalogs too. And, no, she doesn’t know I’m doing it. But, since the facility has already said something about how cluttered her room is, I don’t think my actions are going to get any static.

As every good cat will:

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What The Frak?

Seriously?! A weekend in the hospital for this? Um, you roll up to Patient First or whatever the Doc in a Box is called in your town. Then you pee in a jar. They test it. They give you antibiotics and recommend over the counter pain killers and send your ass home. That’s the way it works. I know. I’ve been there, done that.

In fact, several years ago I had 8 or more kidney stones rolling around in my left kidney and had surgery to open up the urethra with a stent so they could roll out and I DID NOT SPEND THE NIGHT IN THE HOSPITAL. No, I woke up in recovery, felt like puking and then went home. End of story.

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Wherein I Whine A Little

Normally I should be on my way to work at this time, but my supervisor wants me to meet her at her mechanic’s at 8. I don’t usually have a problem doing this but this is the second time this year I’ve had to do this and this time it sort of ticks me off. She’s having her son’s car inspected. Her son’s car. Now, granted he’s in high school, but apparently he doesn’t do any maintenance on the car. I assume she’ll have the oil changed on it as well since she’s been after him for months to get that done too. Now, back in my day, when there were only horses and buggies, we had to take the horse in ourselves. Through five feet of snow, uphill.

Today is April Fools. I’m really not in the mood. It seems the local news channel I watch in the morning was playing it straight. But, then again, I’m usually very amused by their normal level of “news”. They’d be hard pressed to come up with something better because every day seems like a joke.

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Boot Camp Rocks It

The MIL moved into an assisted living facility on Wednesday. Yesterday at noon one of the staff members called saying it hadn’t been a good morning. I picked up the message and relayed it to the better-half. I was concerned but filled with eye-rolling.

Yesterday afternoon we met for dinner at her place as there was a special meal planned to celebrate the end of building renovations–the delay in her entering this facility was due to renovations. Dinner was nice and the place is fantastic. When I’m an old fart I wouldn’t mind living there (excuse me, older fart). It seemed more resort than health care facility. I suppose it helps the community is a mix of senior apartments (with people enjoying cocktails on their balconies!), assisted living and nursing care. I couldn’t stay overly long because I had class last night. Dinner was shrimp salad, tenderloin steak, carrots and polenta. I had tiramisu for dessert. Beverages were a choice of coffee, tea, water, soda, wine or beer…see what I mean about choosing to live there?

When I got home, the better-half wasn’t here and he was quite late in getting back. It was because the nursing staff wanted to talk to him about his mother’s medication and her lifestyle. They have other Parkinson’s patients and say they haven’t seen anyone acting the way she does. They think that some of her problems can be alleviated…others are just the way it goes. So they sat down and went over all her medications and the nursing staff are going to be in charge of medication instead of letting his mother be in charge of it. They are also going to get her on a regular sleeping pattern. Know what? It’s already working. In one day.

Maybe she can get some of her life back.

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I Call Shenanigans

Resolution to the magazine problem; however, I smell a rat. A big smelly rat.

Here’s my email to Hallmark magazine:
Original Message Follows: ————————
I have received two copies of Hallmark Magazine and do not wish to receive any more issues. I’m not even sure how you obtained my address but I am not interested in the magazine. I have thrown both copies directly into the recycle bin.

Here are the codes from the labels:XYZPDQ (changed to protect the innocent)

Their response:

Our records indicate that your subscription was placed through VALUEMAGSDOTCOM, an independent sales agency.

This subscription was for making a qualifying online purchase. Further details regarding this order are available by contacting the agency. If you would like to contact VALUEMAGSDOTCOM directly, please call 800-123-4567 (not really their number) or visit their website at whatever their crapsite is.

As requested, we have canceled the delivery of your issues.

If you should need further assistance, please be sure to include all previous e-mail correspondence.

Thank you for subscribing to Hallmark Magazine.

Sincerely,

Woman’s name (changed to protect the innocent)

I can say with a great deal of confidence and honesty that I have never heard of that sales agency and I have NEVER opted in for a magazine offer from anyone, EVER. It is a personal policy of mine NEVER to do something like that. So someone is lying and it isn’t me.

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Let the Record State

I just walked over to a co-worker’s office and told him to mark the calendar because I was completely uninterested in lunch. He said he felt the same way. I’m sure when our co-workers get back from vacation days they’ll look at us and wonder what in the hell happened to us while they were gone. I can offer several explanations for our behavior:

  • We ate like pigs yesterday–hoovering down lunch from Moe’s
  • We both had dinner out last night–the better-half and I went to Zed Cafe and it was fabulous
  • Another co-worker called in to tell me she was taking a mental health day after finding dead animals in her MIL’s house–that story put me off food
  • I’ve been working on a class project that is all about food (I’m designing a cooking class)

I did decide I needed to eat something so I wouldn’t become a cranky pants. In an effort to continue the clean living program I’ve enacted recently, I bought a Dr. Pepper and a small bag of Snyder’s Hulless Puff’nCorn. Oh my those are good.

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Seriously Pissed About This

I have received two copies of Hallmark Magazine. Can you imagine anything more horrifying than getting a magazine that’s published by a greeting card company? I don’t even know how I got on their list or if this is someone’s idea of a gift…too bad I don’t know who to blame.

I just fired off an email to their customer service account telling them to fuck off…although it came out in email as much nicer, yet firm.

Speaking of crap I don’t like but still have to put up with…a woman pulled into the driveway today. She got out of her van and was wearing a pink blazer. WTF? You know I promptly sat my butt back down and continued working on my school project. She couldn’t seem to find the doorbell (which is, oddly enough, right next to the door) and so she knocked. Then she knocked some more. Then she finally took her little notebook and pink blazer and got the heck off my property. She was probably attempting to sell me makeup or a subscription to Hallmark magazine. When, oh when, will the word get out that we are the people you don’t want to engage and to just keep driving?

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If they don’t dance well they’re no friends of mine

I just located Safety Dance. I’m sure we have it somewhere on a CD but I snagged the song and am now cranking it–as much as the computer’s speakers can crank.

Every time I hear this song I think back to 1983 or so when I was at 4-H camp one weekend learning how to be a volunteer counselor. I was hanging out with some boys from I don’t even remember where and a red-headed boy from Powhatan. The boy from Powhatan was smitten with me–seriously, he tried so hard to date me. He offered me his high school ring once and I told him he should hold on to it. Yep, always the one with an easy letdown, that’s me. I kept his macramé offering, oddly enough. ANYWAY, the four of us were sitting around in the dining hall talking about music.

I remember one of the other boys had on a Led Zep t-shirt. He was cute and a bad ass. I don’t know if he and his friend were actual bad asses or not but kids my age, in my town, didn’t wear Led Zeppelin t-shirts, at least not any that I knew. We started talking about Safety Dance and my red-headed friend hadn’t heard it. The three of us, who had, went on and on about how much we liked that song. It didn’t seem strange that Led Zeppelin and Men Without Hats could both be considered cool.

In a related memory, every time I hear a Rush song I think about a girl I met at a UVA Young Writers Workshop. I ended up having her father once for a class at MWC. He was an English professor who rode his bike to class–his comb-over flapping in the wind.

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