It’s been one of those weeks.
Blipping tiring and frustrating.
Mostly work related with a bit of messed-up weather.
The Elevator Story
I was out of town for a couple days this week, at a business meeting in Madison. One of my peers had been bemoaning the fact that “the gremlins” were after her all day Monday. Anything that could go wrong, went wrong. I sat next to her during the Tuesday portion of the meeting.
At about 4:00 pm, we called it a productive day, packed up our belongings and headed out the door. Five of us were staying overnight and had plans for dinner. As we walked out of the conference room, three peers headed to the stairs and I decided to keep another peer company in the elevator. We were two floors up from our destination. We got into the elevator and I pushed the button, except it was the wrong button. We stopped at first floor instead of ground floor. No problem, press the G button and we’re on our way again.
So, we stop at ground floor, the doors open three inches and stop. Dead. No movement. We both calmly freak out to some degree. Peer silently believes she’s going to die and I thought, “Oh great, now we’ll have to wait in this stupid elevator for two hours while the maintenance guy tries to fix this damn thing and we’ll both miss our adult refreshment.” At first, I pulled a Data move (Star Trek reference) and tried to open the elevator doors with my bare hands. No dice. Then the peer and I started pushing buttons and wouldn’t you know, it worked. The doors closed and we shot back up to second floor.
This time we got off the elevator and took the stairs down to the ground floor. I don’t know if I’ll ever get on that elevator again.
Later, I admonished the gremlin peer for letting her creatures hop off during the meeting and take up residence on my shoulders.
Our two-day meeting was supposed to run a full two days, but we cut it short around 12:30. Bad weather was moving in and we all wanted to make it home before the worst of it arrived. Nothing happened in Appleton until 8:00 pm, but better safe than sorry.
The next morning, about four inches (10c) of wet snow were on the ground. It made a nice base for the icy freezing rain pellets that followed. A very ugly day, but the worst of the weather occurred in northern Wisconsin. The gremlin peer texted me Thursday morning that they had ten inches (25c) of snow on the ground, but now jerky Old Man Winter was sending ice from the sky and thundering. She stayed home, where it was safe.
Apparently, not all of the gremlins left her side.
No, I do not have a photo of the snow. I refuse to let winter give me any more lip service via a photo of its sh*t. I want tulips, not snow and ice chunks.
The Rest of the Week
I’m ready for another adult refreshment and ten hours of sleep. Tired. The remainder of the week felt like a tornado at work, which is funny because we actually had a tornado drill on Friday. I don’t mind the job, really, but as I get older and closer to retirement, I’m liking the stress of constantly being busy, busy, busy a lot less. I have less patience for dumb questions and annoying demands. I smile and play professionally nice with people, but between my lips, I sometimes whisper a cuss word.
Unfortunately, the tornado may not stop until mid May. We are in the midst of hiring people, planning for employee appreciation week, preparing budget projections, and on top of that, I’ll be in Madison six more days this month. I don’t know how I’ll get everything done. If only those stupid little gremlins would help out instead of getting in the way.
Gibbs had a couple of stressful days as well. His mom left and she didn’t come back per the cat schedule. Natasha took this photo and told me later that Ziva had also been sitting there, staring at the door, but walked away before she could capture them both. Gibbs, on the other hand, stood his ground for some time, waiting for a door to open and for mom to come home.
Waiting for Godot, cat style. If Gibbs had a finger, I bet he would have flipped me off. How dare I desert him?
It was the gremlins, Gibbs. They made mom do it.
Sorry to say, they’ll be back in another ten days.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook, ambling stream or running river. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. This week’s prompt is “lip.” Use it as a word, or find a word with “lip”in it. As always, use any way you’d like.