Getting Old

Comment being shared all over Facebook now is, “I didn’t think getting old would happen this soon”.  That rings true today with my sore body.

My recent automotive purchase, the Ford Taurus, had the bottom radiator hose come loose. No big deal. Got out the small floor jack I’ve had for decades, jacked it up, loosened the hose clamp, slid the hose back into place, and tightened the clamp. A one tool fix (screwdriver) not counting a flashlight. Took maybe 20 minutes.

My body is taking longer to recover. The same body that once did 50 mile hikes for the hell of it and then went out for beers.

I do keep exercising. In a year, yes a year, have taken off and kept off 50 lbs. Only a 100 more to go. 

I’m still a stud in my head until I see myself in a full length mirror. Oh well, just suck it up and keep putting one foot in front of the other. And, of course, whine about it.

Because I'm The Boss, Damnit

Looking for a good cheese to go with my whine about my part time job. Any recommendations?

My part time employer operates a fleet of Toyota Prius (Prius’?). Our satellite operation is out of a warehouse/industrial park complex with overhead doors at each end of our bay. With judicial positioning, six, possibly seven cars can be parked inside our locked building.

Every car is parked outside because it isn’t “convenient” to work around them as we spend ten minutes or so loading or unloading them.

Much easier to leave them outside in an area well known for hail storms. Our remote unpatrolled location is sooo convenient for thieves with just enough nighttime lighting to make car stripping easier. Gah!

Drivers can’t be trusted to see maintenance is done. Just the daily checks. My notation on my daily driver log that it had 12,000 miles since the last oil change wasn’t appreciated. Seems my ‘boss’ hadn’t read it until after her boss read it.

Must have been a good reason IBM booted her.

Since my mouth has never had a filter, it is very hard to keep quiet. My motivation is to do so is keeping the big shots from making me the manager. No, no, not happening. I’m done herding cats.

First World Problems

Yesterday the spigot came off the sink. Guess fate decided that I needed a shower and the floor needed mopped.

Since I live in an apartment, called the property manager. She and the plumber show up. The plumber decides the gaskets are worn out (after I showed him how to disassemble the spigot). After going out to his truck, he decided nothing he had fit and, with the property manager’s approval, a complete new faucet was needed.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning”, he stated.

Evidently his definition of ‘first thing in the morning’ and mine differ.

Maybe I’m at a point in my life where time is more valuable than money. I easily could have visited ACE Hardware yesterday afternoon, bought a faucet assembly, and installed it myself last night.

What was on the schedule this morning was picking up my lap top from the techies who are allegedly sorting out some issues followed by salvage yard crawls looking for Bronco II body parts and front seats from a first generation Mitsubishi Montero/Dodge Raider. Some forums say they will bolt right into my Mighty Max.  I prefer to do this early while it is still cool.

Instead, I’m sitting at a keyboard whining (and out of cheese).

On the positive side, did get to spend some time chatting with the property manager. She is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever met and, at 40, HOT HOT HOT, not that I notice things like that.

UPDATE: Turns out 'first thing in the morning' is 11:10.