Having my own private Bunn coffemaker in the inspection office is TEH AWESOME! Fresh java anytime I want and it’s the brand I choose, not the nasty coffee service coffee. And in 2 minutes no less. WOOT! :drool:
Tidying Up
Spent the last hour or so fixing all the links on my pages that broke when i moved servers. Now everything works the way it should.
Been super busy for the last month or so, will update on that later…
Peace
“I am aware of my visage. And while I am not unsightly, it is a heart, not an eye that has sought where beauty lies. With this I am content.”
Helping Hands On
We’ve all heard the expressions ‘helping hands’ and ‘hands on.’ Both are usually more figurative than literal. But what when they mean exactly what they say? Helping hands. Hands that help. The hands that reach out and touch you, lift you, hold you. The warmth and strength is more than palpable. They transfer feelings of security, solidarity, well being and well wishes. Hands on. The nitty gritty down and dirty work that teaches you how. How to clean, how to build, how to fix. Hands on teaches the confidence to close your eyes and use your sense of touch. To use what we feel. To use our hands. When we use our hands, the potential for good or evil becomes real. The decision is ours. Do we help or hinder? With our hands. Our hands distinguish us from other primates. They make us human. Combined with emotion, they make us exceptional.
My husband had back surgery three days ago. The surgeon’s hands worked wonders in blood, flesh and bone. The pain and numbness in his legs and feet are gone, replaced by post-operative pain and stiffness. Right now he can’t bend. He can’t do much of anything at all without assistance. But he is getting better with the help of his family. The boys have taken on extra work around the house, while I play nurse. I am bathing my darling, and dressing him. Massaging out the cramps and spasms. Helping him sit and stand in order to keep from getting stiff. I arrange his cushions so he can rest. It isn’t easy. He weighs about 50 pounds more than I do. He helps as much as he can. And I am finding that this is probably the most rewarding activity in which I have had the privilege of participating in many years. The relief was evident on his face. I couldn’t do these things without using my hands. Helping, Hands ON.
There’s No Accounting for Stupidity
Ever hd one of those days when you have to just shake your head and walk away? I had one yesterday. Where I work is fairly far from the front office and it’s a bit of a walk to get there. As a result, instead of takiing 10 mins for every cup of coffee, we have been using a thermos I brought from home to take coffee back to the inspection office. We had previously brought creamer and sugar back when I first started working in there. When we ran out of creamer, I brought back another can. Well that opened a can of worms. Apparently, we aren’t supposed to take it away from the coffee area. Yesterday, I inquired about where I could get another can of sugar, which prompted a nastygram from my director stating that taking coffee supplies like that was abuse. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but what is the point of having the coffee in the office if I still have to walk up front to make the cup? They say the coffee is for everybody, but if it was I think they would put it in the breakroom. I feel like I’m in one of those bank commercials where the kid gets to ride the bike but only in the itty bitty box delineated. Oh well. If they would rather I spend my time walking around the plant getting coffee than working, it’s fine with me.