I Shot Myself In The Foot

Wait! She did whaaat?!?

Yes, I screwed up last night and shot myself in the foot.  Sadly, I was the only one to do it.

We were told right from the beginning, not to lock ourselves out of the pharmacy software, or we would be locked out for two to three days.  Guess, what I did?

There is four log-ins to get the software going so we can take calls.  All last week they were having problems with the last log-in.  It was still a problem when we first came in yesterday.  The first four hours we did a review while we waited for them to fix it.  Well, they got it fixed during lunch break.  When we came back, it was it's all fixed, let's log in and start taking calls.

A picture of my roses to sooth my weary soul.

I was so nervous, that I locked myself out of the fourth log-in that they just fixed.  Just me.  Nobody else.  I realized what I did after the fact, but it was too late.  One of those moments you wish you could rewind a few minutes in time, yet still retain the knowledge of the screw-up.

The trainer got a team leader to come in and help everyone else. Because as soon as the calls started coming, everyone's hands shot up.  She called me up to the desk so I could give her my information.

I said, "I shot myself in the foot."

She nodded.

I said, "Their going to fire me."

She said, "No."

Then like the bad girl that I was, I was sent out of the room to y-connect and listen in on calls with someone out on the floor.  I sat there thinking, Crap, I'm going to have to y-connect for two days, then start my phone training far behind.  Good news is, it only took them about an hour to fix it.

It was after nine pm, so the calls were coming in slowly.  I took three calls.  First one hung up while I was trying to find their information, second one went smooth, third one hung up when I told them I needed to transfer them to the pharmacist.

Earlier in the evening, I got my schedule for next week.  It sucks.  I work from 2:30 to 11:00 the rest of the week til Saturday.  Then Sunday, I go in from 10:00 am to 6:30, Monday off, then Tuesday - Thursday 10:00 - 6:30 with Saturday off.   So, I'm going to come home Saturday night around midnight then have to get up at 6:00 am Sunday to get to work.

My friend that has been driving me back and forth, comes in later in the morning.  Which means, I'm going from walking no miles a day, to walking three/four miles a day.  Which was why I wanted to take the bus in every day, and she just take me home at night since the buses don't run that late.  That way, I could have worked my way up to the double walk.

It's just going to suck.  Working six days straight with one day off, then four days of walking, one day off.  I don't know my schedule after that.  I'm not a whiner and complainer.  Just stating the facts, the next couple of weeks is going suck. No way around it. I'm going to have to finish plying that llama this week.  Just can't imagine peddling that wheel after Sunday.

We can bring in arm weights and work out while we are taking calls.  I think I should get some of those.  I'm going to be pretty buff, walking three miles a day.  Might as well work out the top half too.  At home I use a can of beans for arm weights.  They already think I'm a bit crazy.  If I start swinging a can of beans around, I'm sure it will remove all doubt.  It's a work out and my dinner.

On a better note.  In the back, that's the yellow twins Baby and Tweety teamed up with the dastardly duo Pete and Repeat.  They love to play tag and leap bird.  They are my new living room fan when they get to fluttering around. There is quite a breeze.  I need to take a video of it for you.

Thanks for dropping by and reading about my crazy life.  Dammit bunny has asked me to remind you, he is posting tomorrow.  He's pretty excited about it. So remember to come back tomorrow.  I wonder what he has to say.  Hmmmm.

WIP Wednesday

This week has just dragged on forever with being stuck in a classroom for eight hours a day.  It seems that when I don't have the time to do what I want, that's the precise moment my mojo kicks in and I want to work on a hundred things all at once.

Yet again, I'm writing this on Tuesday morning scheduled to post at midnight eastern time US.  So in your mind, it was last night that I had my first training night on the phones.  Which I will post about that later today to let you know how badly I screwed up.

A few inches were added to the body of my yet-to-be grandson's sweater.  I've been working on this during my break at work.  It's a basic top down raglan sleeve pattern from a Leisure Arts book I've had since before my daughter was born.  Plenty of time to finish this since the baby isn't due til December.

I finished the sweater and hat, I was working on for my granddaughter that my daughter is scheduled for a c-section on Friday.  I found a last skein of some superwash merino that I had dyed awhile back and started some leggings using this pattern from Lion Brand.  It's knitted flat, one leg at time, then sewn together.  While I was knitting this it looked too wide for pants for a tiny baby, until......

I folded it in half and it looks to be perfect for a baby.  I'm knitting the 3-6 month size, so cross fingers I will get it finished while she's still small enough to wear it.  A pink or purple onesie should go great with these little polka dot leggings.  I need to fight off SOS, shiny object syndrome.  Oooh cross stitch.

Something exciting is going to happen the end of this month. (Exciting for me.)  Duane turns 50 on the 29th.  My newer readers won't understand, but those of you who held my hand through this winter do.  Since he almost didn't live to see this birthday.  I'm taking the day off, by hook or crook or call in sick.  He just needs to pick the place he wants to go for dinner.  Some place nice.  When I asked him last month where he wanted to go, he said he's having a craving for Wendy's.  I'm not celebrating a birthday at Wendy's.  I've since taken him there twice, so hopefully we have gotten that out of our system.

Occasionally, I'm getting messages from people wondering how Dammit bunny is doing, since his near fatal illness in July.  He's doing great.  I've spoken to him and he says he wants to write a post on Thursday as he has some things he wants to tell his fans.  Be sure to stop by on Thursday for Dammit posting.

Thanks for stopping by.  For more WIPS go over to Tami's Amis.

They Need Their Own Zipcode

The birds surprise arrived a day early.  It ended up being a long procedure, so I'm glad it was my day off.  After much research, I found the perfect flight cage at the lowest price.  Considering the size and quality of this cage compared to their house-shaped cage, it was a steal.

The dimensions are approximately over 4 ft tall, 3 ft wide and 2 ft deep.  When I stand next to it, it comes just below my chin.  Yes, yes I am short.  It's on caster wheels, to make moving for cleaning easier.  I told Duane we should put a motor on it and a steering wheel so Huey and Herbie can take it for a spin around the apartment.

Duane said, "I don't think so."

 Mr. Bird said, "Word."

 I said, "It would be great.  You'll be sitting in your office and suddenly a huge cage would come pulling up to the doorway."

Duane said, "I don't think so."

Mr. Bird said, "Word."

Once Duane assembled the lower half, he thought they sent extra pieces.  This thing is huge.  We had planned on leaving Cassidy in the house cage with Mr. Bird, Myrtle and Meanie, because of Cassidy's bum leg.  After realizing the size of this thing, in person, it was decided they all could go in the big cage with plenty of space.

It was a two hour project just to transfer 18 flying maniacs with sharp claws and beaks.  Not easy to catch with them all fluttering around.  I transferred three and Duane caught the rest, while I manned the door on the big cage.  We were supposed to take turns, but Duane kept saying I'm going in again.

 There was only two mishaps, four if count the damage to our hands.  Myrtle broke a feather on her wing and bled a little bit.  We were quite concerned, as parakeets can bleed to death losing just a few drops of blood.  I was afraid of injuring her worse if we tried to catch her again to apply styptic pencil.  In the end, we decided to just watch her carefully and she's just fine this morning.

The other mishap was, Clarence/Clarice (we can't decide boy or girl) some how got away and flew across the room, right into the wall, thud.  Then bounced to the floor.  I found him a little stunned hopping around under a plastic bag.  He's just fine, with a tale to tell the other birds.

(Cassidy is sitting on the left bottom yellow calcium perch.)

My birds don't read the internet sites about how parakeets are supposed to act.  Like mating season is from October to March, yet their still laying clutches of eggs in May and July.  They are supposed to take one mate for life.  Huey and Ladybird, yes.  Mr. Bird, our resident gigolo, mates with toys, Myrtle and his mistress Emily.  We had to remove Emily, when Myrtle laid her eggs, as the girl birds will fight to the death over the breeding house.

Emily and Mr. Bird are now reunited.  It was like a love story when they spotted each other from across the cage.  "Mr. Bird!"  "Emily!"  They have been following each other around the cage like two star-crossed lovers.  Myrtle isn't put out, she prefers to just sit alone on a perch, unless her egg hormones have kicked in.

I start on the phones tonight.  We take only re-fill calls for the first half, then status calls the second half.  I'm practicing my, "This is pharmacy technician Denise.  May I have the patient's name and date of birth?"  I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow.  I'm writing WIPW next, which will be scheduled to post at midnight US eastern time tonight, since there won't be anymore progress on the WIPs between now and tomorrow.

It was asked if I have other grandchildren.  This is Faith and my daughter Nicole.  It's blurry, taken with her phone camera.  I'm sending my daughter an inexpensive Kodak digital camera when I get  my first two-week paycheck, so there will be no reason not to send me pictures.  Nicole reads my blog every day, whether I post or not.  Everyone wave, "Hi, to Nicole."

Thanks for stopping by the crazy house.  More craziness and hilarity should ensue.

Happy Sunday, I Mean Monday

Monday for you,but it's Sunday for me.  Back to the old grind tomorrow. Sorry,  I was really stressed last Friday. However, Friday and Saturday went better.  I passed my test on Saturday with a 100%.  Saturday night we had potluck at work and Duane made his chili for me take in.  Several said, "It's the best chili I've ever had."  "This chili is the bomb, man." "That chili was totally awesome."  Now, you wish you could have some of his chili too.

Funny thing:

D: You can take the chili in to share with all your friends.

Me: They are not my friends, they're my co-workers.  A little closer than acquaintances, but still the hand is held up.  No, closer than this.

D: Yeah, I get it.

Me:  Now, my blog readers in various far away places.  They're my best buddies.  (I held my arms wide like group hug.)

(Duane bought me this rose plant today.)

Tomorrow, we start training on the phones taking real calls.  Every time I think about that, I get a little sick.  I might have passed the test, but I feel totally unprepared.  Oh well, it's training.  What's the worst that can happen than the customer (a stranger) thinks I'm an idiot.  The trainer says we get to be a superhero, solving peoples problems every day.  I didn't tell her I'm already Superwoman, as I'm posing as a mild mannered knitter.  Even if my cape is a little crooked and I have a run in my tights.

Phrases I've picked up this week,  At the end of the day. You only know what you know. Whatever that looks like for you.  My personal favorite said by the lady sitting next to me, "Every time I see that Powerpoint screen, I die a little inside."

Baby sweater and hat is mailed off with a gift card for my daughter today.  She should get it by Wednesday, in time for her to get what she needs before she goes to the hospital on Friday.  It was asked if it bothers me that I won't be there.  Yes, it does.  I'm trying not to think about it.  I can't buy a plane ticket and even if I could, I can't miss a day of work until after Saturday.  Emotional button switched to the off position.

I'll post the lousy picture I took of the hat sweater at the post office.  I was still knitting on the hat while my friend was driving us to various stores.  Right down to the wire, that's me.  Hopefully, by Saturday, or maybe sooner I can steal pictures of the baby off the other grandma's FB page.  Hopefully the baby will be wearing the hat.  Then we can all go "Awww" from a distance.

The birds will have a surprise for you tomorrow.  No not more eggs or baby birds.

Thanks for dropping by and reading my crazy ramblings.  You all are the best.