Lids, Gaston and missed calls

I open lids differently based on the height of their container. Sounds weird, I know. Basically, containers that are taller than my hand will be held in my right hand and the lid removed with my left. Containers that are the height of my hand or shorter will be held in my left hand while I remove the lid with my right hand. It's a thing I do automatically, and I don't really have an explanation for it. Je ne sais pas.

There is a couple lines in the live action version of Beauty and the Beast that make me laugh. I may be off by a few words so don't @ me. Gaston is trying to explain his love of Belle. LeFou responds in French and Gaston basically translates what he says without knowing it. 

Gaston: She has this ...

LeFou: Je ne sais pas?

Gaston: I don't know what that means.

I missed a call during my day sleep. I put my phone on 'do not disturb' mode so I don't get woken up. Except I forgot that I told the person they could call me. Whoops. I'll try to call them back tomorrow.

I'm gonna enjoy my blueberry muffin now. 😃

Sammy

Blueberry superiority and frozen brains

My blueberry muffin is very yummy. Much better experience than yesterday's muffin. 

Word to the wise: don't order a frozen drink when you have to drink it in a hurry. For if you do... BRAIN FREEZE! That was how I spent the last few minutes before coming into work. Drinking my slushie fast and then having to stop because my brain was frozen. I wasn't going to throw away part of a perfectly good beverage simply because the speed at which I had to consume it was painful.

I will leave you lastly with the advice given to me by a 5 year old. Stay away from puddles. You never know if it's infected with rabies, chicken pox or sharks.

Sammy

Peach cobbler muffin and driving stress

I have this "peach cobbler" muffin for my snack bag today. It is kind of terrible. I like consistency of texture which this muffin has none of. It has these hard chunks of I don't even know what on the outside. I imagine that the creator was going for a crust like exterior but instead it seems like I am chewing through gravel. Wouldn't recommend. I'll probably give it to my sister though. Siblings have to share afterall.

I try not to get stressed. When I was driving to work for this night shift, I was detoured by construction 3 times on the way. It made the drive longer, putting me at risk of being late. Being stressed out about it doesn't change the construction projects or the amount of time it takes to get through them. While that logically makes sense, it's hard for me to just relax in such situations. I am familiar with my one route to work so having to change up which roads I take without knowing how long it will be until I arrive is a stressor. I'll arrive when I arrive. An accurate statement that sometimes helps, but often annoys me too.

I am going to end here. I'll write right when I am on my break on tomorrow's night shift.

Sammy

Titles, shoelaces and Owl House

I tend not to know what I am going to write when I start a blog post so I title my post after writing it. I imagine many writers do this. Unless you are writing a one shot piece about a predetermined character or topic, the title likely is added after writing is complete. I remember assignments in school where the class was given a title and we would have to write something based on that title. Then when we presented it, everyone would say their title which I thought was hilarious. Oh, you have the same title as the last student, wow! I never would have guessed.

I dislike shoelaces. Not because I have to tie and untie them. Not because people have tied my shoes together and caused me to trip. Not because they are ugly. I dislike shoelaces because when they become untied, everyone that notices tend to tell me their untied. I understand and appreciate that people are concerned for my safety. That's nice. But if my shoes are untied, I usually know and I just haven't gotten to tying them yet. And if I'm sitting down, I don't see the issue. I tend not to trip while seated. Though, that being said, I still think it's funny to trick people people with "your shoes are untied" when they are not wearing laces.

My friend has gotten me into Owl House. It's a magical cartoon that is hilariously horrifying at times and adorable the rest of the time. Also, it's LGBTQ+ characters are presented well in my opinion. My parents can be anti cartoon sometimes as they see them as childish but I enjoy the creative freedom that animation provides its creators. 

Productivity, my Mocha and Ouchies

I find it funny now that I started this blog because it seemed more productive than watching videos. It might be more creative, but productive implies there is a goal, which is not present with this blog. 

I got another French vanilla mocha from the building's coffee vending machine. I got the bigger size because I know I like it. It pairs nicely with the brownies my mom got for me. She also got me cinnamon buns but my sister rejected that addition to my snack bag. I would call my bag a lunch kit but in the night, I don't put lunch in it so that would be a misnomer. It can only be a lunch kit in the day time.

I'm going for crepes for lunch with my mom. Crepes are one of my favorite foods. I was served it once in French class in grade school and I've been hooked ever since. I love it with chocolate and bananas. 

My dad chopped down some of my mom's flowers with the weed whacker. My mom wasn't pleased. "But there were weeds," he tried to excuse himself from his crime. I expect he will be on mom's bad list for a while. Until he buys her chocolate, as that seems to smooth everything over.

I've developed a couple blisters on the lateral side of the second finger on my right hand (what do I mean by lateral says those who are less learned in anatomical terms). There isn't any pain unless I push on it (to which I can hear my doctor say then don't do that). It's mostly just red and puffy. Good thing I am not a hand model. Oh, another fact about me, my job is not in modeling. It's a good thing I am also not a foot model as I have a prominent scar from a knee boarding accident involving a dock trying to go through me. I tend to talk about it as a wake boarding accident because that seems cooler but the story is more or less the same. I severed a tendon on my right foot and notched my left knee cap. I was put in a cast and a tensor bandage then went camping with my family. I used a wheelchair to get around had kids push me around the camp ground. One of the best weeks of my life.

I shall now leave you with a tweet from @baddadjokes.

I've forgotten my boomerang jokes, but I'm sure they'll come back to me.

Sammy

Parkour, training and vacuum cleaners

I used to be interested in doing parkour (I still am but mom might be reading so it's a "used to" thing). As a kid, I spent hour jumping off of this one picnic table to get better at landing. I didn't really progress past that but let me tell you, if there is a table height distance to go down, I jump it because I know I got it. Not super impressive. 

I am on evening shifts for training next week, so I won't be posting until the week after, when I officially start my 7 on, 7 off schedule. It seems like training has been taking forever. And there is questions about whether I might need more training as right now I am only trained for night shift workflow, but other shifts have different duties I could learn so I could cover for people. A part of me is kind of like screw covering people, I have a life outside this job I want to live. But the nicer part is willing to help if I am asked. But for right now, no other training is booked and I am okay with that. 

We aren't allowed to use our phones while on duty, so if we want to listen to music, we are left with the radio. I have heard the same ads so many times I am certain I can quote them. I understand advertising is how radios make their money. But how many times do I have to hear a cheesy skit about some company before I decide to buy from them? I can tell you right now that I have no interest in buying a car or diamond ring despite hearing multiple ads for them every time I have to listen to radio without channel surfing. Sure, if I ever need to buy one, I can recall the time I heard a radio ad, but most likely, I'm going to do a search online anyway. But what do I know? I'm just a potential consumer.

My mom talked about vacuuming today. I hope she isn't planning on doing that while I'm sleeping. I can sleep through quite a bit but our vacuum cleaner is LOUD. Maybe I'll hide the vacuum under my bed to avoid such nonsense. But then maybe she will buy one that's even louder. What a conundrum!

Sammy

Moths, ears, and mouth parts

Moths have a tendency to fly into my face.. For this reason, I am not particularly fond of them. I wouldn't go out my way to hurt one but if one hits my windshield, I don't feel bad for it. Though I feel a little bad for the bird that lost its meal. Do birds eat moths? Quick Google search says yes. Also, there is a species of moth that doesn't have mouth parts in adulthood so it lives long enough to mate and last eggs and then dies of starvation. Weird.

My ear blisters are bothering me tonight, so I passed on putting my glasses over them. I don't visually detect any difference, I just get tired easier and can get headaches with them off. 

I thought about going to a drive thru during my break but they aren't very many options in the middle of the night. I'd love to pick up a milkshake but I guess I'll wait until the end of my shift. Sigh.

I am gonna eat some of my snacks because I actually feel hungry. Luckily, in my form, I do have mouth parts.

Sammy