ne plus ultra, rambling

Eventually, it happens to all dispatchers.  You get called to go testify in court.  I’m kinda surprised I haven’t had to before.  We’ll see if he doesn’t plead out before trial.

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I spent this past weekend in the cities.  I was happy to see my sister for a while.  I felt a little guilty…there’s nothing she hates more than shopping and I drug her to New York & Co. in the Mall of America.  That’s the one place I wanted to go while I was down there this weekend.  I had some coupons and there were sales…I saved $70 on $200 worth of clothing.  We desperately tried to find a place to get hair cuts on Saturday afternoon/evening without appointments, but that didn’t work.  I’m going to end up doing that this week.  I’m going to cut it short again (and by short I mean cut it all off, like this)…I’m thinking platinum blond too, just for fun.

Andrew, Josh, and I all went and test drove cars, or at least looked at them.  Some a bit above our price ranges.  It was fun though.  I really want to go play around in a 2009 Nissan Maxima.  They’re so sexy.  Don’t worry, I’m not thinking about buying a new car, looking at all those cars this weekend really only made me miss my Altima….Especially the Smart Cars.  Have you ever seen one?  They’re completely ridiculous.  They look like go-carts.  I almost test drove one, but it would’ve been a 20 minute wait to do so.  And I would’ve been really embarrassed.

I need to go to bed though, I’m exhausted.  I’ll try to post more tomorrow…

Last name D-O-S-K-E-Y

Not D-O-R-K-E-Y

For the record, calling someone dorky over the air, really only makes you look like a dork.

Dispatchin’ Beaver and I are leaving work, all jacked up after a long shift, dragging dummies down the hall, and farting elevators.  Don’t worry, I won’t actually go there.

We’re just about out of the building when Dispatchin’ Beaver sees a vacuum sitting against the wall.

“Hey!  Your ride’s here!”

“Yeah,” I say, “it sucks!”

*que us laughing hysterically

Step 1 - Wander into basement and find hole in ceiling.

Step 2 - Tip-toe, reach into hole, and try to turn the hot water for the bathroom back on.   *just hurt your hand

Step 3 - Wander upstairs to the closet, grab a washcloth to put over the valve to turn the hot water back on, wader back downstairs.

Step 4 - See bugs crawling on floor under hole in ceiling.   *freak out

Step 5 - Kill fast crawling bugs.

Step 6 - Turn hot water back on. 

Step 7 - Wander back upstairs, get in leaking shower, realize you can’t turn the broken hot water handle on. 

Step 8 - Wander downstairs into workroom, step over dead bugs….and is that a living one?  Ugh.  Find pliers…

Step 9 - Wander back upstairs, climb back in shower, turn hot water on with pliers.  *shower

Step 10 - Realize you didn’t close the shower completely.   This means the water leaked out of the shower, through the floor, and down into the basement….right by the dead bugs.

Step 11 - Wander back downtairs with a towel, clean up the floor.

Step 12 - Wander back upstairs for a bowl of fruit loops and pretend your day started better.

I’ve been waiting to post until I have something better on my mind to post about…

 Maybe later today I’ll just post anyways.

There are so many more places to order food from during the day than at night.

I haven’t decided if this is a good thing or not.

Remember that dog someone left me a while ago?  It may have ridden around in the back of a squad car earlier in the night, while certain people in uniform pretended it was their K-9.  Barking and all.

Not saying it did, just saying it may have.

You know when you’re sitting at a red light and a 16 yr old boy pulls up next to you with friends in his car. Then he revs the engine of his shiny little 1990s POS that he’s waaaay too proud of. I always shake my head and ignore them.

….while I flip my car from automatic into manual anways.

The light turns green. With my 270 horsepower V6 I smoke ‘em. I can’t help it. Then I laugh. I really just accelerate to about 10 over the speed limit, then slow back down….just enough to say, “I could….but you’re not worth my time…” Just enough to injure their pride.

And when I’ve slowed back down, that’s about the time they catch up and pass me, and I pray they get caught speeding.

Good god I’m a bitch. :)

….and I’m in love with my Altima.

There’s an ant living in my car.

I’ve seen him twice now. Both times have been when I’m driving at high speeds and he’s too far away for me to kill.

I find the fact I have an ant living in my car kinda odd…

Theresa

Originally uploaded by pete (aka Amanda)

Theresa is happy to be at work too. She likes to post pictures of people, so I thought I’d post one of her :)

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