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The Weekend!

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

The Weekend!

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Mostly, this weekend, I played web designer. On Friday, Johnny the Boss was off from work, so Alex and I had the office to ourselves. Around 11 a.m., Lenny called and told me not to stay until 3 p.m. like I usually do. My first thought? "Yay! I can go home and finish the website!!!"

Finish? Ha! Not quite. Websites are tricksy like that; it seems like any single task is simple and should only take five minutes, but really, it takes an hour. And usually involves much tinkering on my part. I'm a bloody perfectionist and still not completely happy with the look of the site. I had to compromise on my layout to suit the whims of IE; I'm hoping to figure out the problem and go back to my former layout, but holding off the public release of the site for ten pixels of space on my title bar was not worth it. Not after a week of doing little else in my free time but working on the website.

Friday night, Bobby and I had a date. We tried an Indian restaurant that we'd never been to before. The food was delicious. Murphy, however, was determined to have his fun with us. We got seated at a nice table for four and appetizers were brought out. We ordered our food. Then one of the managers comes over and asks if we would mind moving to a booth; they had a reservation for seven coming in and no place to put them.

Of course, we didn't mind, and the staff fell over themselves with gratitude, even bringing us extra appetizers. The booth was more comfortable anyway.

It was also near to the door, so I could see the "party of seven" roll in. It was a crew of--for lack of a better word--bimbos and himbos; the sorts who always have to be holding a beer bottle up against their chests like its a name badge. "What's your name?" "It's, like, Corona Light!" (Have you ever noticed that they all drink Corona Light? Anyway ...) The lead bimbo informs the waiter at the door that, like, they, like, made a reservation for, like, seven people, but they only have, like, five.

So the poor servers who scrambled to move tables around to accommodate these five petri dishes for STDs had to scramble around to move them all back. Wow.

Do, like, people ever, like, think how, like, rude and inconsiderate their, like, self-centered idiocy is? (Maybe the two absconders were pissed off that the Indian restaurant doesn't serve Corona Light?)

But anyway. We were nicely situated in our booth. Time passes. More time passes. Lots of time passes. Our waiter notices us looking antsy and assures us that our food is next up. (The bimbos and himbos have, by now, finished their meals.)

Finally, our food comes out. Only ... it's not our food. I ended up with some sort of chicken dish (that Bobby proclaimed was very good) and Bobby ended up with a chicken dish that was not the chicken dish that he ordered. So we call the waiter over again, and he rushes off to fix the problem.

Our food came out quickly after that and was delicious. And Bobby got to try two new chicken dishes as well!

In all, despite a few mix-ups, it was a great dinner; at least we had lots of time to nibble on appetizers and have conversation.

The movie times were all screwy, so we went home after dinner since we both had to be up early to go to the Aquarium the next morning. It was my first shift on my own. Another assistant was supposed to be there, but he must have been unavailable because I was utterly alone. When I got up to the fourth-floor gallery and realized that I was alone, there was a moment of being overwhelmed and uncertain where to begin. There seemed one thousand things to do and no one to tell me how to do them. Then the moment passed, and I was fine for the rest of the shift. I got all of the feedings done without a problem (aside from being unable to find capelin in the fridge or freezer and so having to steal two from the divers again! :^P) and all the maintenance-type activities like cleaning the skimmers in the Amazon River Forest and filling the zig-zag tank in the Upland Rainforest and taking temperatures and readings. I even had some nice interactions with the public while feeding the piranhas and going into the ARF with the caimans (which inherently freaks people out even though the caimans are completely harmless). It was a really fun morning and very productive! And I climbed fifty flights of stairs if I climbed one, going between the kitchen on the second floor, my gallery on the fourth, and the rainforest on the fifth. *whew*

And while prepping food in the kitchen, I ran into a very handsome aquarist assistant who work in the "Maryland: Mountains to the Sea" gallery on the second floor. His name is Bobby. I took him out to lunch after our shift at California Pizza Kitchen, then took him home and jumped his bones. Haven't been able to get rid of him since. ;)

Saturday night, we went out with the families to the Trolley Stop. They all wanted to see Alex. Both of his granddads brought him get-well presents.

Sunday, I finally finished the website, shook my fist very hard at IE, and finally got to see our weekend movie with Bobby. Yes, the cute aquarist assistant that I met in the kitchen on the second floor. ;)

All in all, it was a great weekend.
  • Both of his granddads brought him get-well presents.

    *snerk* Is that anything like how my equine repro prof would make sure to arrange the...bits correctly on the dissection tray "out of respect"? ;)

    Also:
    HUG YOUR DOG LOTS.
    • Alex gets more love than most children. ;)

      I think his granddads were mostly acting out of sympathy, like, "OMG your balls are gone; I'm so sorry ... have a dog biscuit!"
      • That's what I mean. My repro prof was a guy. He also shudders when talking about gelding. ;)
        • *snerk* Have you ever read the book My Friend Flicka? My mom let me read it as a child, probably thinking, "Oh sweet horse story ..." Nope. Think graphic castration scene, as in raking chopped-off horseflesh out of the gravel. Mom saw the recently released movie; I asked her, "Did they have the graphic castration scene sans anesthesia?" I never let her forget it. :^D
          • Saw the old movie, but didn't read the book.

            We talked about sans-anaesthesia gelding in behavior and how only handling young horses to wrestle them to the ground and chop off their working bits is a bad plan training wise. Who'da thunk? ;)
            • So is that still done? o.O
              • Not commonly, at least here where we have easy ways to do it with minimal pain. It was one of those back-in-the-day stories. He was saying, "Gee, and they wondered why the horses didn't want anything to do with them."
                • Good to know! I always found that scene in Flicka to be harrowing ... just to imagine it! Possibly the only thing worse that I've heard was a description of how they used to spay female dogs "back in the day" ... *shudder*

                  Of course, a popular theory at that time was that animals were incapable of feeling pain and only appeared to for reason of "clockwork," so it's really not surprising.
  • Hello you! Good to hear that you have spent a nice and productive week end.

    Re working on the site: I've gone to the site and clicked the Join button but from there on, it is unclear to me what I must to actually join. Or have I joined by default due to being a member of both the SWG Yahoo group and the LJ community. (albeit a very inactive member, to my great shame)

    So you've been feeding the piranhas? That sounds most interesting. And I suppose it wasn't so bad that you were all alone at the aquarium. There's nothing like being left to your own devices to get the job done that makes you work extra hard and learn real fast.

    When you were talking about that handsome aquarist assistant, I swear I thought you were talking about someone else, even if you said his name is Bobby. To the point where you said that you took him home and jumped his bones. That's when I figured you were talking about your husband. Darn, am I getting stoopid or what? *giggles*

    Has Alex completely recovered? I certainly hope so.

    Lots of hugs for all of you and a lovely Easter weekend, if you celebrate Easter this week. *mwah*
    • Re working on the site: I've gone to the site and clicked the Join button but from there on, it is unclear to me what I must to actually join. Or have I joined by default due to being a member of both the SWG Yahoo group and the LJ community. (albeit a very inactive member, to my great shame)

      Yes, you can't actually join the site yet. It's coming! Even I could wrangle the PHP to make members-only pages, but I'm not sure how it would jive with the archive, when it's built, so I'm going to be patient and wait. :)

      So you've been feeding the piranhas?

      Yes! Though it's not quite as exciting as it sounds ... our piranhas are of the very lazy sort. If the fish isn't cut small enough for them, they won't eat it!

      When you were talking about that handsome aquarist assistant, I swear I thought you were talking about someone else, even if you said his name is Bobby.

      Lol! I wondered if it would work on anyone!

      That handsome aquarist assistant has been sleeping in my bed every night since then. ;)

      Has Alex completely recovered? I certainly hope so.

      Yes! He was back to 95% normal the day after ... now he's perfectly fine. He's eating at the moment, so he can't be feeling too bad!

      Lots of hugs for all of you and a lovely Easter weekend, if you celebrate Easter this week. *mwah*

      Yep, Easter is on Sunday ... Bobby's birthday!

      Enjoy your holiday too! *big hugs and kisses from Alex*
      • Lol! I wondered if it would work on anyone!

        He, he, he! What, with my dirty mind, no wonder it worked on me. Though I am actually rather embarrassed about...

        That handsome aquarist assistant has been sleeping in my bed every night since then. ;)

        *giggle* You be sure to give him some extra loving for his birthday. And have a lovely Easter, though I don't know to what extent you celebrate it.

        *tons of hugs and lovin'*
  • And while prepping food in the kitchen, I ran into a very handsome aquarist assistant who work in the "Maryland: Mountains to the Sea" gallery on the second floor. His name is Bobby.

    You know, Dawn, we seem to share brains & lives. Just a week ago I went to Nuremberg and met a handsome lawyer right on the marketplace. His name's Udo. We went for lunch and it was delightful. I've taken him home, and he's still around! ;-)

    Glad the weekend went well and I do hope the week will turn out even better.
    • Lol! Here's to finding handsome men in unexpected places! (And keeping them around. ;)

      The week's going fine ... busy, but fine. :) I hope you're doing well also.

      *hugs*
  • That Indian restaurant sounds like a good place, overall. They seem friendly and accommodating (to the bimbos and himbos), and have a sense of decency towards other customers (you and your pickup) when they have to inconvenience them. Short of the lunch buffets on Devon Ave., that's what one should hope for in a restaurant like that.

    I saw some amusing restaurant customers last night. The Family was gathering for its seder at Max and Benny's Deli in Northbrook, a relatively upscale Jewish deli that apparently hosts big seders on a fairly regular basis. Last night being an Official Seder Night (TM), the restaurant had basically shut down regular service to accommodate the roughly six or seven family seders that had booked in. And yet, people strolled in and just asked to be seated. Of course, the hosts couldn't do that, since basically the entire place was reserved.

    Now, granted, there was no general sign announcing this. But, really. On the second night of Passover, in an upscale Jewish restaurant in an upscale, highly-Jewish suburb of Chicago, who honestly walks in and expects to be seated just like that?
    • I was very impressed with the Indian restaurant. The mix-up wasn't a big deal, and they actually did try to make up for it, which is more than I can say for American chain restaurants, where you might get an insincere, "Sorry!" as they hand you the bill, if that.

      On your seder experience ... my only question would be: Were the people walking in Jewish? I'm assuming from the scene that you set that they were, which makes it probably equally silly to Catholics showing up at an Easter Sunday brunch and expecting to sit without a reservation. Or anyone who grew up in the United States doing the same for Mother's Day brunch or Valentine's Day dinner! :) But if they weren't, I can understand their naivete. I wouldn't have known, for example, that it was Official Seder Night™, being naive to any religious observance that isn't on the State of Maryland calendar on my desk at work.
      • On your seder experience ... my only question would be: Were the people walking in Jewish?

        You know, I'm not entirely sure. But I would lay even money that at least some of them were, this being Northbrook. Northbrook is a pretty Jewish suburb, all things considered.
  • sounds like a very busy weekend!! lots of fun though at least. :D

    Things like you described at the Indian restaurant seem to follow me and my family wherever we go and hubby usually doesn't like it when I get vocal about it. I get frustrated rather easily with incompetence with such easy jobs so I think that's why we avoid sitting down at restaurants anymore and just get the To Go to take back home. ^_^

    I agree also with the website thing... they can be soooo evol sometimes and you think you'll be done and voila... poof something stupid happens with a table or column frame and you're like... GAH!! DIE!!
    • I get frustrated rather easily with incompetence with such easy jobs

      Easy? I'm guessing you've never worked in a restaurant before? :^D

      I did restaurant work for six years (every job in the store at one time or another except for some administrative duties) and the easiest job there was still harder than anything that I've had to do as a professional employee. Professional employees take for granted that they can eat, drink, or pee when they need to and that their paycheck comes every week with the same amount on it (and usually with benefits too!)

      Especially serving is hard. I lasted a year as a server before choosing to disappear back on the production lines again, where at least I didn't have to fake smiles or suffer for my guests' delusions that everything that was wrong with their experience (or their lives!) was my fault and should be taken out of my tip. And Maryland servers make $2.38 an hour in wages ... I wasn't going to go broke over the whims of my customers!

      The Indian restaurant actually made a really honest stab at recovery, which is more than I can say for most American chain restaurants. So we'll definitely go back. I'm willing to tolerate almost any level of mistakes so long as the staff seems to care about solving it and then actually does.

      I agree also with the website thing... they can be soooo evol sometimes and you think you'll be done and voila... poof something stupid happens with a table or column frame and you're like... GAH!! DIE!!

      Especially when I can't, for the life of me, figure out what is wrong with it. I'm at a loss as to why IE is inserted weird characters into my PHP include files. I'm to the point where I'm just going to retype the bloody things, cross my fingers, and hope! :)

      (P.S.--I hope you had a great trip! :)
      • heh yea we did have a good time! thanks!

        I did work restaurants for a short time in high school. I found it rather easy compared to most jobs I had after that. *shrug* must really depend on where and when I suppose. Although, around here nowadays you better speak spanish otherwise you won't get the point across to the cooks in most places. :O
        • Lol! I was the kitchen manager at our restaurant for a time. They didn't start hiring Spanish-only employees until after I left.

          Strangely, I still miss it. It was challenging in an OMG-I'm-going-to-tear-out-my-hair-and-attempt-to-drown-myself-in-the-hot-fudge sort of way. ;) My work now, I work like crazy ... and then have five hours of nothing to do. I'm a masochist, yes. ;)
  • Sunday, I finally finished the website, shook my fist very hard at IE....

    Not even cursing? Oh the times that I cursed at IE, fixed the IE thing, then Mozilla threw a hissyfit (actually, two days ago LOL, I was working on a page that worked perfectly and with another page (the same stylesheet, just different content) it didn't work. Gawd.. just eugh... Being a webdesigner myself and usually seek out others who feel the pain, let me share this with you. I think you saw it before, but it's oh so appropiate:



    Anytime you want to rant about this, just drop in in YIM :)
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