Developmental changes

Last Sunday when we lost an hour of sleep but gained an hour or daylight, Mr. Aitch and I decided we should get outside and take a much needed walk around our neighborhood.  It was either that or we would have both taken a nap. We noticed some unusual changes.
A little background info: When our development began in 1992, we were a rural delivery route and our address was RD 2 Box 153-D or something like that. Our mailbox was on one of the busiest roads in this end of the county and we risked life and limb to get our mail. A couple of members in our homeowners association worked some magic and got cluster boxes placed within our development the following year.  In so doing we had to submit street names. There could not be a duplicate name of any street within the entire county so it was quite an undertaking but it was done and approved by the post office.  We took it upon ourselves to have street signs made placed within the development.  The county does not maintain or plow our roads since our roads do not connect one county road to another county road so they did not provide street signs.
Until now.
We had noticed some new street signs that we assumed were planted by the county.  Our street signs are the wooden  ones and the county signs are the green metal ones.
Hilltop Drive became Hilton Drive.  Close but not the same.
South Ridge Road became Tumble Ridge Drive.  What?
For 19 years these names were fine but now they’ve changed.   The people who live on those two streets have to change their address. What a pain.  Fortunately our street name not change.

Non-knitting crisis diverted

My apologies to those who know this story.  I thought it was funny and wanted to share it with the rest of you.

I don’t talk about my job much however it allows me to buy yarn without guilt.  I don’t know about your workplace but at mine we have busy days and not so busy days.  Today was going to be one those not so busy days and truthfully, I’d rather have a busy day than a trying-to-look-busy day.

I am an administrative assistant, an office manager, the glue that holes it all together, or whatever you want to call me.  I have a degree in art education so this “office” stuff was new to me when I returned to work after vacating the public education field and became a stay-at-home-mom for seven years.

I have no background in office machines or equipment.  I don’t know if those who attend secretarial school/classes learn such things or if there is even a secretarial course one pursues in this day and age.  (I’m not that ancient am I?)  But I have become an expert in office machinery.  Or at least everyone in my office thinks that I am.

Today I had to save the massive paper shredder.  Remember this machine that ate my granddaughter’s dress?

This thing is the size of a washing machine!

A co-worker came to me this morning and said, ” ‘Somebody’ left paper clips on top of the shredder and they fell onto the blades.”

Because I can read minds, I determined that she wanted me to rectify the situation particularly when she told me I would probably need something like a letter opener to retrieve said paper clips.

I made sure the paper shredder was not only turned off but unplugged as well.  The letter opener was a good idea in principle but not the right tool for the job.  So I bent another paper clip into a hook and fished them all out.  There were about 10-12 saved from certain death.  All the offending paper clips went into a paper cup so they couldn’t escape again.

Crisis diverted.

What kind of super-human powers do you have?

Deserving

My new knitting tool arrived two days earlier than expected.  I have been wanting one of these for at least a year and a half.  Didn’t get it for Christmas.  Didn’t get it for my birthday.  Didn’t get it for Valentine’s Day.  Thanks to these two posts, I decided to buy one for myself.  When you read my personal engraving, you’ll know why.

Engraving:

Sluggish

I was trying to find a nice photo of a slug for this post but after looking at several on-line, I decided there is no such thing as a “nice” photo of a slug.  They’re gross!!!

Anyway, I have not been myself for a while.  I feel sluggish.  I haven’t been posting much either.

Something (me) has to change.

I am forcing myself to attend another Zumba class that starts tomorrow evening.  Forcing myself because I hate going to these kinds of classes where everyone there has a buddy.  Except me.

This class is designed for “baby boomers” so I hope the instructor has better communication skills, like actually showing us the steps rather than saying, “Just watch me, you’ll figure it out eventually.”

I am one of those people who has to go someplace else to exercise.  I wish I wasn’t but that’s who I am.  Once my name is on the class roster, I’m committed.

As for my knitting projects I have started another e-tablet cover for Mr. Aitch.  This one WILL fit.

Another cupcake hat is complete with the cherry on top.  I will show that later as I have to make another one to fit a larger head.

TTFN