Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Well, the Good News is....we're back in the Center!  The Senior Citizens are ecstatic.  I might be as soon as the building has gotten "back to normal", which means another week of me cleaning, hanging know.  Getting the house in order.

The Bad News appears someone wasn't thinking when they installed our lights.  They're great.  In theory.  Motion sensors turn on the lights as soon as you enter the room.  I don't have to worry about putting down things to hit the switch or forgetting to turn on the lights in the Library before the seniors arrive.

Yep, motion sensors turn on the lights.  And 5 minutes later, the lights turn off.  Although it was comical for the first hour, it soon became tiresome.  I would sit at my desk, now in the back of the room because some idiot....I mean uninformed soul...moved the only telephone line to the back of the room.  This is where the phone and computer now live.  We're all fine for 5 minutes, then LIGHTS OUT and I'm left to bask in the glow of the computer monitor.


The problem occurs with the fact that senior citizens don't exactly break land speed records when moving in a room.  Yesterday the lights went out as a senior and I, sitting on opposite couches in my office, were talking.  She gasped and wanted to know what happened.  I told her, she looked overhead and noticed there was a sensor there, so she waved her hand.  So for the next 30 minutes that we talked, when the lights went out, she'd wave a hand wildly above her head to make them come back on.  It looked like I was chatting with a deranged Queen.   The last straw was this morning when a senior yelled, "Hey, who turned off the lights?  I was in the bathroom and I wasn't done!"  What scared me is that this woman uses a walker.  I have once again brought this to the Boss' attention, only to be passed off to Maintenance, who reminded me he'd called the Electrician.
Yeah, FOUR days ago.

Reminds me of what a fellow government employee told me when I was hired.  "Working for government is like being a mushroom. You're kept in the dark and fed shit."  (Sorry Mom, but that's a direct quote).

As for the Ugly?  That's what I'm trying not to get while waiting on the Electrician to come remedy the problem.   I'm guessing he and the Computer Tech who is suppose to "unlock" my computer, which no longer claims to know me after 16 months of silence, may be out to lunch together.

I just hope they're not permanently out to lunch.

Bear with me.  Our Programming here at the Mushroom Farm should resume sometime before I'm old enough to retire.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

In a couple of days....

The light at the end of the tunnel is beckoning.
Now that they've stopped moving the tunnel.

The tunnel at work.
Not the other kind.

 After a "couple of months" to renovate the work facility,
construction is complete.  
Or is that deconstruction?
And it only took 16 months.

So if I appear to be ignoring you, 
please know that I'm simply busy making a list 
of all the things the contractors broke 
or liberated.

I'll be back soon.

Did I mention we have a Fundraising event on March 2nd with the soldiers...featuring TWO events the same day?

Say a kind word that I survive the move back to my workspace
so the soldiers will have a fun time.

Right now, I don't know who is more excited about
our non-family family reunion.
Oh, remind me to tell you about the book I just completed
to mark our first year as a charity.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Friday 55

Stories of 55 words have less calories than leftover Valentine candy and the G-man enjoys them, so kindly share.

“For you,” the woman offered cheerfully, handing him a small card.  “God bless you.”

It was a colorful swirl, like a Valentine’s Day hurricane.
Ironically, it mirrored his current life.


Perhaps he just needed an attitude adjustment.

With a sigh, he tossed it on his desk.
And it changed.
Making him smile.

In case you find it hard to read it says
HOPE: put wings to your dreams. 

Life Is Sometimes Messy But.....

May you always receive what your heart desires.

Happy Valentine's Day to those of you who celebrate it.

To those of you who don't: 
hope you have a nice Thursday.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Friday 55

What's music to the G-man's ears?  Hearing that you've written a 55 word story to share.

Feb. 7, 1964
A date which, 
according to parents, 
would live in infamy.

The U.S. was invaded by some kind of insect
which made parents shake their heads, cover their ears and groan
while teenage girls screamed.
It confused the little girl.
“I wanna hold your hand.”

But what if boys really did have cooties?

Footnote: the day The Beatles first arrived in America. 

Thanks Kim A....I needed that

Sometimes it's nice to know that someone notices your absence, even if it's just being quiet.  (For once).

Shoulder is better and I'm not getting on my nerves as much as previously.  There's still a little tingle in the hand, but it's gradually disappearing.  The new ear infection, (from sleeping weird during bad shoulder days) is under control and my attitude should improve once the antibiotic kicks in.  :)

Our charity is busy with a BIG event coming up on March 2nd: a Fun Shoot Clinic for our Soldiers and a Fundraiser Dinner on THE SAME DAY!  Not my choice, but when you're dealing with national celebrities in the outdoor world, you have to stick to the schedule of their choice. 

After sixteen months of being in a "temporary" office rumor has it there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Seems like they just kept moving the tunnel, but I think I might find it in spite of their attempts.  It hasn't made me a happy camper and to be honest, the last thing I wrote was so depressing that, upon reading it,  I deleted it.

Kim A., I think you just handed me my Happy back.

I'm always the one looking out for others.  It was nice to have someone check on me for a change.  Thanks!