Justice

So, as some of you may know, instead of getting mad at a car that zooms by me, I usually talk to them in a conversational way. Case in point:

Today, coming from Williston to the Shelburne Rd exit, I’m in the passing lane, going about 75 (speed limit is 65). In my mirror is this guy in a silver Audi (expensive car) right on top of me, really quite ridiculous. So, when the opportunity arises without me speeding too much to get past, I move back to the right lane. The Audi zooms by me at about 80-85. I say in my flippant way “go on with it, when you get pulled over, tell ‘em I sent ya.” I say this at times, and nothing ever comes of it.

So after his zooming be me, he then cuts off a person to get in the right lane to get off on the Shelburne Rd exit. Lovely, he couldn’t wait an extra 30 seconds, he had to try and zoom by everyone. But whatever.

So we get on the 189 link to Shelburne Rd, and he goes up and over a hill and I’m not paying attention because I’m trying to move to the left so the people merging on wont hit me. So as I get closer to where 189 ends, I see police lights up ahead on the right. I cross my fingers…but no, there’s a white car behind the police officer who’s getting a ticket. As I get closer, there’s also a blue car in front of the officer, who’s getting a ticket (that officer is good). And as I drive past, who is leading the pack of ticket-getters? None other than my friend in the silver Audi, Mr. my time is more valuable than yours.

I smiled. Mercy cannot rob justice. It’s so true.

How can I help?

So, a while ago (month and a half?) I was saying to myself “Tiffany” I says “what can you do to help EDS and HP as a whole?” It’s a good question, and I didn’t have to think long on an answer:
we got an email from corporate announcing pay cuts as follows:

Hourly: 2.5%
Salary: 5%
Managers: 10%
High level managers: 15% (or 20…I forget)

So I fall into the first category…hourly. This paycheck is our first with the new pay deduction. Well, apparently somewhere along the line I was bumped up to manager status, because I seem to have been cut by 10%. I’m not the only one, all hourly employee’s lost 10%. Now, I’m all for helping the company, being a team player, blah, blah, blah, but I’m not that generous. Don’t mistake my generosity for weakness.

Funny how this ‘accidentally’ happens. The longer the company can keep that extra money in the bank, the more interest they can make off of it. Huh. Imagine that.
So yeah, admin is on the phone with payroll as we speak. Second job, here I come!

Shelly the Turtle

So here’s a sweet story of a little sick turtle. I will call him Shelly.

So Shelly was sick. Sad Shelly. Shelly decides to swim all around the Florida Keys while sick. Poor Shelly. Eventually, Shelly came to a dock and stuck around. The people at the building near the dock thought it strange that a sea turtle as massive as Shelly (73 pounds) was hanging out around their dock. “Maybe he got lost and will leave soon” they thought.

But this was not to be the case. Shelly stuck around for quite some time, hours, and finally the people from the building near the dock took him inside, found his sickness, and have given him antibiotics.

As it turns out, Shelly swam to the only animal hospital in the world that is licensed solely to treat turtles.

I think that it’s wonderful when things like this happen. Perhaps Shelly didn’t really know where he was going, but I think that perhaps Shelly had a prompting, “instinct” of where to go, and followed it. This prompting brought Shelly to the turtle hospital, and through this who knows what kind of benefits and blessings Shelly is bestowing upon the people who work there. It’s just so neat. I love it.


http://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/Sick-Sea-Turtle-Pays-Unexpected-Visit-To-The-Doctor.html

Turkeys!!

Okay, so I know I’m the biggest dork in the world, but I get so excited when I see the wild turkeys on the side of the highway while coming to work. It happened again this morning, about 20 or so hens about 5-10 feet away from the highway. I almost got in an accident. I was so excited, was smiling so big my face hurt. I was bouncing up and down and thanking the Lord for letting me see the turkeys today. It made my entire day. Seriously.

I’m such an animal/nature freak, it’s horrible. But they’re so cute!! *sigh* :D

Child Falls, Men are Hero’s, Father is changing diapers

So this article is a heartwarming story of a toddler who is dangling from a third story window. A 45 year old father of two sees the toddler from across the street and runs to the building. He meets up with a 23 year old gentleman who had just come out of the building from a Bible group. Together they catch the 18 month old when she fell. She very well could have survived b/c of the actions of these two brave men.

So my question was, why is she dangling from a third story window? The second to last line of the article: The child's father was taking care of a newborn at the time.

I’m not saying that men are incapable of taking care of multiple children at once, not by a long shot. But there seem to be a lot of people I know who have toddlers and newborns, and none of them dangle and fall out of windows. *shrugs* I don’t know, the article doesn’t say anymore. Just an observation.


http://wbztv.com/local/child.falls.lawrence.2.971127.html

Kittens

So, I’m not too embarrassed to admit it. I love animals. Any type of animal, really. They all make me happy. Imagine my delight when I found thedailykitten.com. Every day, pictures of a different kitten! It’s a great way to get an ‘aw’ in for the day. ^_^ tee hee.

http://thedailykitten.com/

My Syrup Tree

So where I work, there is a break room (with a sink), but it’s on the other side of the building. I’m a busy girl. I also am a girl who likes her fruit cups. Peaches in light syrup make me happy. Except the syrup part. I very much dislike the syrup. Blah.
Well, in an empty cube near by, there were two plants enjoying some light. I decided to pour the syrup from my fruit cup into one of these plants. It was handy, convenient, and no one would know.

Well, my coworker Dominick (a guy funny as all get out), who waters the plants, commented that one of the two plants in the back (where I am) wasn’t doing so well, while the other one was doing great. I felt guilty real quick. I went over to visit the plants, when he was watering, and it turns out the plant that is doing well is the plant I pour my syrup into! It looks kind of like a little tree (I’ll have to get a picture of it), and so I call it a tree. It’s doing very well! I confessed to my coworker what I was doing. He told me to drink the syrup. I just about gagged at the suggestion. To keep me from pouring the syrup in, he moved the tree to the front of the building (where there is more light, to be honest). I walk by it every day and wonder if it misses it’s glucose. I’ve grown attached to my syrup tree. *pout* I don’t know what to do with my syrup now. I should bring in my own plant. ;)

But then my syrup tree may feel bad.

I’ll have to get a picture of it to post, as I can’t seem to find one online. Stupid internet, bane of my existence. ;)

Cycle through for new

“Is that a new jacket?” “nope”. “Is that a new bag?” “this old thing?” “Look at your new shoes!” “oh, they’re not new.”

It’s not being humble, it’s being honest. I have a few things I enjoy about clothing. I enjoy a jacket/shrug/sweatery type thing. I enjoy purses. I enjoy a certain type of shoe. However, I don’t want to buy a million of these items. So I cycle through.
I have a staple. About 4 pairs of shoes, about 4 jackets, and about 6 purses. I then cycle through my staples.

Example, my purse. This is the most obvious of my cycles. I use a particular purse for anywhere from a month to three months. Then, when I get tired of it, I pick out another bag from my stash. It feels like a new purse, b/c I haven’t used it in who knows how long. And people have forgotten that I have it, and so it looks new to them as well. I do this with shoes (like I said, I have about 4 that I enjoy and will cycle through, all black so they go with everything), and jacket type things. It’s an easy way to indulge in a ‘new’ item, without actually buying one. ;) Just thought I’d share.

My Mormon Book

So it turns out that the book for one of my classes (Forensic Accounting) is written by a bunch a Mormons! It’s three brothers, and some other person. Two of the brothers and the other person teach at BYU, while the third brother is in Spain (probably learned Spanish on his mission or something). So anyway, I call it my Mormon Book. It does explain why they are constantly talking about the ethics and morals of fraud. ;)

Well, last week’s chapter was talking about Bribery and such. And guess what example was given of bribery? Judas betraying Jesus for some silver coins.

I found it humorous. It’s a text book, and they’re making sure they incorporate some sort of gospel topic in there. Talk about true missionaries. ;) Puts any efforts I have to shame.

Torture

I’m such a sucker for torturing myself. Chocolate. I know what it does to me. You don’t, and that’s good. Chocolate, my body does not like. Really does not like. It fights back on me, and it’s not pretty. There are very few occasions when I can have chocolate (such as a candy bar or something equally indulgent). Chocolate cakes and ice-cream don’t seem to bother me, but something that has a higher concentration…it better be my monthly or it’s just not going to happen. A friend of mine has something very similar, and calls it an allergy to chocolate. I refuse to accept that.

So anyway, I’m constantly learning what the concentration of chocolate is in different items. This last weekend I made brownies. Not just any brownies, Ghirardelli brownies.

Turns out, they have a high concentration of chocolate. In case you were wondering.

But they’re sooo goooood.

Brrrr

So this gets me every time. We live in Vermont. Vermont gets a little chilly in the winter, I wont lie. However, it’s Vermont. It’s normal for it to be cold in the winter. Normal for a spring chill, a few days in the summer when it dips down to the 50’s, and a crisp fall season.

So why is it, that every year there are people who seem to be surprised at the weather? Vermont has had this type of weather for thousands and thousands of years. What makes people think that it will suddenly change because they’re tired of it? It’s not going to. If you don’t like the temperature here don’t feel like you have to stay, by any means.

These same people who hate the cold usually don’t have a very big winter jacket, nor do they have hats, gloves, and scarf’s readily available. Like the cold just sneaks up on them. Or the first 50 degree day and all the supplies get packed away and shipped off somewhere, not to be seen for another 6 months. I don’t care if you don’t want to look like a dork, or if you think it’s not ‘cool’ to be bundled up when others are wearing shorts. I’d rather you did that then complain about it, nor do I want to be seen in public with you if you’re shaking like a Chihuahua or something. Put a hat on, throw on some gloves, and deal with it.

You don’t have to remind everyone how much you hate the cold. It gets old real fast.

Just so ya know.

The Standoff

Alright, so this happened this morning, and as such, I’m writing it down. You know when you and another car come to an intersection. You wave the go ahead for the other vehicle. The normal thing is for that other car to go, give you the courtesy wave, and all is well. That doesn’t always happen, however. Sometimes you get the standoff. This is when you wave for them to go, then they refuse and wave for you. Now your honor has been bruised. Darn it, you were trying to be the nice one here! If you go, then you’re admitting that they’re nicer then you! You can’t have that happen! So you refuse, and wave them on again. Then you both do this little moving of your cars a bit forward, not sure who is going and who isn’t, and then it’s back to the standoff.

This bugs me so much! I’ve stopped fighting people on it. If I wave them to go, and they refuse, then I go. I don’t feel bad about it, I’m not going to wait and debate with this person in their vehicle about the merits of them going before me. I’ve got places to be and things to do. And if they realize that I drive to slow for them, once they’re behind me, then maybe they’ll think twice before not accepting the go ahead next time.

Lesson learned.

The Man

So recently, the man has been trying to keep me down. By ‘the man’, I mean my dental insurance MetLife. By ‘keeping me down’, I mean not wanting to pay for anesthesia for the removal of my wisdom teeth. Their rejection letter summed up to ‘you’re a big girl, suck it up’.
So, for those of you who don’t know, I tend to be resistant to Novocain. For a filling on one tooth, it took 5 shots, and even then it didn’t numb all the way, but the dentist and I both got tired of waiting and just went with it.

So the prospect of having four wisdom teeth pulled (in such a tight, tiny area) with just Novocain, makes me a bit apprehensive.

What kind of rough and tumble girl do they think I am? “Hey doc, I brought the pliers’ fer ya, but can we hurry this along, I gotta horse to shoe in about an hour.”

Now, between you and me, if they don’t cover the anesthesia, I will, but that’s a $250 difference out of my pocket. So you best believe I will fight them on this. My surgery isn’t until the middle of May, so I have plenty of time, and I work for Medicaid for freakin’ sakes, I know a thing or two about medical terms, dental information, etc. I’ll fight it to the end! Power to the people! Don’t let whitey keep you down!

I shall try…

So yeah, I’m not a great blogger, but my friend Christal said that she uses hers for rants (as opposed to as a journal type thing). I thought ‘hey, maybe I can do that!’. So here I am, trying to do that. There’s so much that I have to vent about, too. I know, I seem like an easy go lucky kind of girl, and I am, but I get frustrated too. I’m just generally fairly good at letting it go pretty quickly. Someone can cut me off in traffic and by the time I get to work I’ve forgotten all about it.
But for stuff that sticks with me, I shall put it here. Who would have known there was so much! Wish me luck!