The Ambivalent Shepherd

Baymule said:
Doing ANYTHING outside in August is a preview of burning in He!! for your past bad deeds. Guaranteed to usher in a trip to a muddy bayou for a dunking baptism.
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When I have a major chore in the heat I remind myself about chopping ice out of water bunks with wet gloves. Tough because I developed Reynaud’s syndrome as I aged and the pike or hatchet simply dropped from nerveless fingers that turned blue then black. It happened to me at my retail job stocking freezers. I slipped a wet glove off (the frost accumulates on gloves then melts and open doors on freezers activate subarctic fans that blast hands and fingers- thank a stocker next time you buy frozen food) my boss saw it and freaked out. Anyway I sweat through the chores and am thankful my hands are not blue. Probably too much info. Really happy I don’t have to unload a couple of semis full of groceries tonight. Also thankful to work with great people when I did.
 
I looked up Reynauds syndrome. Yeah, no snowball fights for you. I worked briefly for a grocery store, in the deli department. Schedule was all over the place, get off at 10 PM, be back at 5 AM, in and out of cold storage. I was so cold that I wore long John’s under my clothes. Then walked out in the blasting heat. Schedule came out on Thursdays, no internet then, to look it up and couldn’t call to get the schedule, had to go look in person. I lived 30 miles away. I had 2 little kids and an a$$hole husband, it just wasn’t working. I quit. I’m always as nice as I can be to grocery store workers, they put up with a lot of crap off of people.
 
Baymule said:
I looked up Reynauds syndrome. Yeah, no snowball fights for you. I worked briefly for a grocery store, in the deli department. Schedule was all over the place, get off at 10 PM, be back at 5 AM, in and out of cold storage. I was so cold that I wore long John’s under my clothes. Then walked out in the blasting heat. Schedule came out on Thursdays, no internet then, to look it up and couldn’t call to get the schedule, had to go look in person. I lived 30 miles away. I had 2 little kids and an a$$hole husband, it just wasn’t working. I quit. I’m always as nice as I can be to grocery store workers, they put up with a lot of crap off of people.
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I worked for a retailer that had several controversial rules about genders and lifestyles. As a floor employee I was often asked why. I carried cards with a corporate phone number. Here, call these folks they’ll explain everything. The calls were shunted to corporate’s offices in India where often a bewildered person of one religious persuasion had to mollify an angry person of another. I learned about that long after the fact. Perhaps that’s my karma regarding scam calls :lol:
 
Baymule said:
I looked up Reynauds syndrome. Yeah, no snowball fights for you. I worked briefly for a grocery store, in the deli department. Schedule was all over the place, get off at 10 PM, be back at 5 AM, in and out of cold storage. I was so cold that I wore long John’s under my clothes. Then walked out in the blasting heat. Schedule came out on Thursdays, no internet then, to look it up and couldn’t call to get the schedule, had to go look in person. I lived 30 miles away. I had 2 little kids and an a$$hole husband, it just wasn’t working. I quit. I’m always as nice as I can be to grocery store workers, they put up with a lot of crap off of people.
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I sympathise, as I've done deli, cashier, produce, and meat department work. I preferred the meat department, worked by myself wrapping, rotating stock. Deli had fish on ice :sick and live lobsters, too. Coworkers were the worst.
 
A disclaimer :frow There is a lot of material on this site. I wish I had time to read it all. Plus an iPhone isn’t friendly to all formats. And some days Imma walking Boomer joke when it comes to unfamiliar tech (which is most of it). So if I don’t see a post, or a thread in a timely manner know that…I can be a complete klutz and never find it but still wish well or commiserate or whatever is necessary. Weldman’s piglets were the cutest.
 
Dewberries are toxic. Yep I was cleaning up by the front gate, in shorts and sneakers and got a vine wrapped around my left ankle. Didn’t think much at the time but now back at the house, ouch. Worse than a bee sting. Scratches are clean and covered in burn gel. Headed back with some Brush-Out.
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A Nope morning. Hubbs left at some cow milking hour. Dogs entertained themselves by getting into chicken crumbles. Hopefully the pup didn’t pound down a bunch of it (she’s just a stomach on legs these days). Swept up that mess only to find the Cardinal Rule of Summer Trash Disposal broken. Trash can full of non perishable, low priority garbage. High Priority Trash is kitchen scraps, meat packaging- anything that will smell and draw bugs and varmints. I reshuffle that while observing dogs, especially pup for signs of barfage etc.Pup seems ok but needs a heartworm, flea , tick tablet. The dog that inhales food drops the dogs-find-taste-irresistible pill then picks it up and sprints into the yard dropping it, picking it up. She tires of the game and heads to the garage in search of chicken crumbles. I search for tablet, fuming and swearing and sweating. I find it intact (thank you God please disregard my previous comments about life choices). Tablet is now luxuriating in a yogurt beef broth spa. Moses is absolutely underfoot during all this and Sophie appears to be laughing. I’ll bet she masterminded the Crumble Caper. I haven’t seen a single sheep. Cowering in the barn probably. Well it’s quiet, too quiet better go check….
 
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