Must the cards all be dealt facing down?

I’m tired of hearing the word can’t. I work for a training organization that is funded by a grant. We’re frequently caught saying we can’t do this, that or the other to the grant funder. How does that work exactly? The last I heard when someone is paying your salary you should figure out how to make requests real. Or at least talk to the “boss” and conduct a needs analysis and then figure out how to do whatever that analysis shows needs to be done.

This can’t culture is also true for when we’re talking about our customers. We don’t sell anything but we have customers–those people who take our classes. Most of our classes are for a specific target audience, but we have a couple of classes that are available for outsiders. Those courses are out there because the grant funder asked for them. Consider these courses as those that serve the greater good. When there’s some confusion about which of these classes to take, I think it is our duty to explain which course is best. The easiest way to do that is to put an explanation on the website. Sounds simple? Pshaw.

When the mood of the organization is bleak and when morale rattles around in the bottom of the barrel, don’t you think there’d be some sort of attempt to make things better for those of us still here? If you said yes, you’re wrong. Someone wants to move into a bigger office that stands empty and she’s told she can’t. She then asks to have her furniture moved to make it more conducive to work and she’s told no. So, she takes time off to have the crick in her neck taken care of. And, then she takes another day off because the crick came back.

Then there’s the woman who lives in another city. She’d very much like to work at home two days a week. She’d like to take the advice of the state’s governor and telecommute. She’s told a committee will look into it. The committee that doesn’t exist and will never exist. So she makes an agreement with her supervisor that every once in awhile she’ll work from home.

There’s the other person who finds gross errors in a document that all trainees have to use. She rewrites the document but is told to chill out. The error-filled document gets used. The organization looks like an idiot every time someone uses the document to complete a class evaluation. In case you were wondering, the round buttons you use to choose options in a software package or on the web are called radio buttons, not radial buttons. But if you take one of our classes, you’ll go away with the wrong idea. Because we’re too damn lazy to do it right the first time.

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It’s Hard Not Being Optimistic

I know all about the manipulation inherent in the Obama will.i.am videos, but, gosh darn it, it’s hard not to feel like hope is still alive in this world after watching them. Here’s the latest video.

Maybe we need to abandon some of the pessimism and just go with the idea of hope.

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Wingnuts Unite

I saw an ad for a gun and knife show that’s coming soon to the area. I didn’t pay enough attention to know if it is this weekend or next. Whatever. All you crazies come to Virginia and scoop up all the weaponry and ammo you want. Virginia doesn’t care if you buy guns here. Because, seriously, what mentally unstable person would buy weapons and then use them to shoot up schools/malls/other places of business?

On the way into work I saw a car at a stoplight. There were no fewer than 5 references to the World Trade Center collapse and subsequent conspiracy that the towers fell too easily. You know, not because airplanes were flown into them and then exploded. The other theory. I am positive the guy was flossing his teeth. Even wingnuts need healthy gums.

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Kind of Sick of It

On Friday I had a tetanus shot (with the whooping cough booster) and Sunday afternoon I started having stomach pain. I searched on those words and discovered that some adults have nausea, vomiting and stomach pain as a reaction to the shot. Great. I’m sure this feeling will pass soon.

This afternoon the better-half and I walked around the yard to see what bulbs are coming up and what plants are sprouting leaves. We normally have these walks with a beer. I debated the idea of drinking a beer and decided if this stomach pain was going to kill me that I’d prefer to go out happy.

To top it off, you should see my arm where the shot went in. At least now I can step on a rusty nail.

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Steak and Kidney Pie

We have an electronic file system we use for recipes. Nothing fancy but it is shared so both of us can save recipes. Sometimes the recipes come straight out of magazines/newspapers/online journals and the attribution is saved as well. We prepared Steak and Kidney pie last night and I don’t know the source of the article that contained the recipe, but I can tell you the recipe is in Gina Mallet’s book, Last Chance to Eat.

I actually started the recipe on Friday afternoon by chopping mushrooms (button and reconstituted shiitake), an onion, and, of course the kidney and steak. We bought a large bag of dried shiitake for Chinese New Year so I’ve been trying to use those mushrooms. The recipe didn’t call for anything so exotic.

The meats were dusted in a flour/salt/pepper mixture and then browned. I worked in batches and, admittedly, towards the end I got a little lazy about making sure each bit was as browned as the first batch. All pieces had color, those at the end were a little less crisp on the outside.

I transferred the meat to our big pot and then cooked the mushrooms. I tend to like larger pieces of food, but next time I make this I’ll chop the kidney and mushrooms into smaller bits. The kidney needed to be more dispersed and the mushrooms were a bit large even for me.

The mushrooms, onions, meats, a bouquet garni and beef stock went into the oven for 90 minutes. By this time the house smelled so amazing. After the 90 minutes, the pot chilled out in the garage and then sat in the refrigerator overnight.

The better-half rolled out some packaged puff pastry and made an edge around the pie plate and then I scooped the stew into the plate. If you look closely, you can see oysters in them thar hills.

He used the remaining circle of pastry to create a lid, brushing it with an egg wash. It leaked a bit but was beautiful and tasty.

I made a carrot, garlic and thyme side dish and the better-half boiled some fingerling potatoes. Dinner was heaven.

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Working From Home

The sky spit out ice last night. Not a lot but enough to slow down the morons who normally double the speed limit in our neighborhood. County schools are on a two-hour delay. I’m taking a half day today so I can go to the doctor, and so when faced with ice, I decided to stay at home today. For the record, I don’t work somewhere that it’s okay to just not show up for work. I’d already alerted my supervisor that if there was ice, I’d be working from home.

The only task I had planned for work today was to sit in on an all day webinar. I can just as easily connect to that from home. It’s interesting, though, that I’ll have to find a really long phone cord to drag the phone to my computer. There’s no way I’m not using the speaker phone.

Update: The new doctor is awesome. I’ve never laughed so hard at a doctor’s appointment in my life.

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Don’t Piss in my Cornflakes

Years ago I was participating in a pilot of a training course and watched one of our trainers tell a room full of social workers that teenagers should be locked in closets until they turn into adults. Whatever his intent, the “joke” fell flat and he didn’t last long. That’s one of those jokes that cuts a little too close to what the audience had actually seen.

Today I received a training plan that the nitwit wrote back in November. The person who sent it to me used to work at my organization and now she’s part-time at the client site. She’s trying to put together a training plan for the project we’re working on and that the nitwit used to head up. She wanted me to give her an opinion on the document.

The way that training plan made me feel was the way I imagine those social workers felt about that joke all those years ago. I was ticked off and insulted. Everything I know about training, the design of instruction and the planning of programs/events was shat upon in that document. It was an insult to the profession and as I was using my red pen to jot down notes, I said aloud that I knew why the nitwit was fired. She’s a hack.

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Pork with Fennel and other yummy bits

The other day while I was laying on the couch recuperating, I watched Everyday Italian. Even though I couldn’t really imagine eating anything, I got up and retrieved this recipe. I also grabbed the farro salad recipe. We have another recipe that calls for farro but we’ve always substituted barley. Now we have a bag of farro and it is a coin toss, in my mind, which recipe will get the farro. Perhaps there’s enough for both. I can’t remember where we got the bag, even though, it was somewhat recently. Farro is hard to find, at least around here.

Yesterday we thawed two bone-in pork chops from the Butchery. The recipe calls for boneless, but we went with what we had. The results were amazingly good and tasted just like what I had imagined it tasting like after watching the show.

Finished, on our new plates:

We had a good amount of baby spinach but not enough for me to make my usual soy sauce, garlic, spinach extravaganza so we made a salad instead.

The white shapeless blob is goat cheese. Pignoli, pickled carrots, celery and spring onions rounded out the salad.

Crusty bread with butter and an Italian Montepulciano completed the meal.

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Now I can laugh at vomiting

I was checking my RSS feed reader today and came across this timely drawing by Local Girl’s Day in Pictures.

I giggled out loud. Her sarcastic remark about vomiting up raspberry drink had me snicker. Raspberry vs. pork. She wins for finding a better way to vomit.

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Schadenfreude, my guilty pleasure

Yesterday I received a short email from the woman I routinely refer to as the nitwit. Usually these emails make me cringe, but this one made me sing. She’s off the project. No explanation, just off the project, nice working with you, bye. Heh.

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