I think the “start” means this is a maze. Apparently to nowhere. It’s a trap!
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I had no idea that re-inking a self-inking stamp would be such a puzzler! One of mine at work was getting dry and so I purchased some ink and then tried to figure out how to open the stamp so that I could ink the pad. It looks kind of obvious because there’s a finger grip right where you’re supposed to pull the ink pad out but, try as I might, I couldn’t figure it out. I searched the web for instructions but to no avail and the text-based instructions weren’t working. Finally, my brain said to me, “Nik, youtube has everything. I’ll bet you a whole quarter that someone has posted a video out there showing how to get the ink pad out of the stamper.” I said, “Brain, that’s a great idea. I’ll go check!”
Sure enough. Brian (coincidence that his name is a letter-switch away from Brain?) from Holmes Stamp & Sign in Jacksonville, Florida, had just the video I needed. Turns out you kind of have to snap/flick the pad out of the stamper. I tell you, helpful people are just everywhere!
I am really blessed by my job as an admin assistant. It’s been my day job of choice (at several different companies) since I was 19 years old and it has served my life very well. However…come the holidays…it’s a dangerous job.
Okay, so I’m not a crab fisherman or an ice road trucker. But tell me, what shows up on or near the admin’s desk at Christmas time? Come on, you know the answer.
Chocolate. Sweets. Cookies. FUDGE. Gawd, what other time of year do you get fudge? I don’t think I’ve ever even made fudge, but dayam…I’ve had my share. Especially today.
My desk has a counter. On that counter my boss placed a giant tray of homemade candy. Mint bars, Rolo pretzels, shortbread, peanut butter cups, pinoche, fudge and so much more. I sat down at my desk and my nose was drawn sideways to the tray like Bugs Bunny floating after a scent.
Mah belly is quite full, even still tonight! Oh, Lordy…having that tray literally right next to me was one sweet torture! Thank God it only comes around once a year.
But in all honesty…thank God it comes around!
So much fun at work on Thursday! I got blamed for a prank! Yay!
Most folks who know me know how much I dislike pranks. Primarily my dislike arises from having been the butt of pranks and being made to look stupid or foolish. No one likes that feeling although some people are able to handle it better than others. Not one of them is I.
So to get blamed for a prank or even just have the responsibility for rectifying it thrown on my to-do list on Thursday SUCKED. I mean, I hate conflict as it is! Conflict upsets meh.
Someone took Dirk’s (not his real name) food and hid it. That was the prank. SO funny, right? So Dirk comes to my desk and asks me where his food is. I got nothing and he’s not pleased. But I let it drop from my mind because I have stuff to do and I didn’t take his food. He needed to solve the problem himself. Then I get an email from Dirk stating that he will return the puzzle pieces when his food shows back up. I trot into the kitchen and see that all the unplaced pieces of a jigsaw puzzle several of us work on at lunch are gone.
That’s right. He’s holding half a jigsaw puzzle hostage.
It’s still not clear to me why his missing food is my problem. According to Dirk, I know how to make things happen. Why is this, I wonder? Because I’m an admin assistant? Oh, darn…I must’ve missed “Solving Everyone’s Personal Problems 101” in admin school. Not to mention, I’m not his department’s admin. Gah! To make things worse, as I’m composing a flaming rant email back to him, good ol’ Bubba (not his real name) walks into the mail area by my desk and leaves a box there. My friend, Doc (NHRN), has been drawn into the drama and goes to check what’s in the box. Big surprise…wait for it…it’s Dirk’s food. And Bubba’s now hiding in his cubicle.
What now to do with my flame email? If I tell Dirk his food has shown up, he’ll think I was in on it and made his food reappear and, dammit, I have too much pride to let that happen. I been wronged and I ain’t going to let him off that easy. So after editing my flame email down to an eighth of the content I first barfed onto the page (turning it into more of a charcoal email), I sent it, telling him, and I paraphrase: There’s a box here. I didn’t have anything to do with it. Leave me alone or I will talk with your supervisor
, you obnoxious, rude jerk.
Dirk came and got his box, saying he knew I would find it as he walked by my desk, and I burst into tears and left. I had been really upset by it, mostly because I was being blamed for something I would never do. As I stood in the ladies room trying to get my emotions under control, I realized I needed to just hash it out with him. Dirk and I had been good acquaintances before this and I really didn’t want to lose that.
So I stormed back into the kitchen where Doc was trying to make Dirk understand why what he’d done had upset me. Doc gets 4 gold stars. I laid into Dirk, telling him that he was never to treat me that way again no matter how hungry he was. After hemming and hawing, he finally apologized and the situation was defused. He was truly sorry for upsetting me…didn’t mean for that to happen. I gave him a hug and blew my nose on his shirt. Okay, I only gave him a hug. But I wanted to blow my nose on his shirt.
What I learned was, as much as I prefer to avoid conflict, it is better to hash things out. I know if I hadn’t, I’d be feeling bad about this days later and our friendship would be ruined. So I’m really glad it turned out the way it did.
Doc and I spent our afternoon break turning the ransomed jigsaw pieces back over.
No, I’m not bitter. But thanks for asking.
All around me is
work at ready for my hands.
No fuss exercise.
Confidence is a funny thing and hard to come by. I often worry and fear that the things I do or the choices I make are inherently flawed simply because, well, they’re from me. Where that comes from, I’m not sure, but I am working on overcoming it. I was really encouraged today by Greg from the “Inappropriate Conversations” podcast who gave “Greetings from Nowhere” such a great shout out.
It’s good to remember that we are all just stumbling along in our lives, doing our best to be ourselves and live in the moment. So, every day I walk a little taller. And so should you.
I got into discussion with my fellow commentors on the www.johnshore.com blog regarding my belief in a created universe. I stated that once science began calling evolution fact rather than theory, I would do so as well. (For the record, I don’t have a problem with evolution. God can create in any way they choose.)
Well! I got an education on the word “theory” and what it means in popular understanding versus what it means in the scientific community. One poster pointed out that gravity is also a theory, but that didn’t make it any less fact. Couldn’t really argue with that. I discovered that the dictionary defines “theory” in several different ways, including both referencing theory as fact as well as theory as an unproved idea or concept.
Allie, a fellow commentor on the blog, gave me a great, layman’s definition which finally made sense to my brain:
“What you thought was a theory is actually scientifically known as a “hypothesis.” Theory = proven, within the limits of science, which accepts that things regarded as proven today may come unraveled tomorrow. Hypothesis = what ordinary people call a theory.”
That helps me a ton! Thanks, Allie!
My window open
A Spring breeze stirs the windchime.
Song of season’s change.