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Busy Day at the WAU

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.

Busy Day at the WAU

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ssotknapsack, you should be happy! NaNo's over and, look, I'm LJing again!


Today's been a busy day at Teh Warrant Unit. I got 28 new warrants yesterday and saved entering them into the database and sending contact emails to the agents until today. Shame on me. But it's also been a nice kind of busy, where I actually feel proactive and slightly important rather than merely a vessel for ten super-fast fingers that can run warrants at blinding speed.

The unit that enters our warrants into MILES/NCIC is headed up by a lady named Sharon who is a terror to behold. She hated me from day one because I came onto the unit and no one told her that a new clerical person had been hired. Yes, she was nasty to me in my early days here. But if I learned one valuable thing in my years at The Piece, it is that nothing irritates a bitchy person more than to be unfailingly nice to them no matter what they say to you. So that's what I did and *gasp* guess what? Sharon and I get along fine now.

But she still has a grudge against my boss, and the funny thing is that whenever we need to call her for something, he gets me to do it. I suspect that he's a little afraid of her. Today, we had an issue with a warrant and a statement of charges that did not match, requiring that we call Sharon. "So which of us is going to do it?" Johnny asked me, and I said, "I don't care. She doesn't bother me any." He claimed not to be afraid of her, but guess who made the call?

The bosses were discussing this new gig with Central Home Detention before, and I was trying so hard to listen in, but I think Johnny suspected that I would be listening in because he started speaking very quietly. I did hear Vernon say that he wants to take me along. Okay, so that's a good thing. After that, though, with regard to classification and pay grades, the voices went way down. Well, best that I don't get my hopes up and wind up disapppointed. This is State government, after all, and they haven't realized that having people to do jobs generally makes the jobs go faster. Yes, we are on a hiring freeze for like four years now despite the fact that we have a major budget surplus. But our governor doesn't think that this should be used to, like, hire people or anything. Or give people, like, raises. But guess what he does say: tax cuts! Oh, yay! So while all the rich businessmen are getting richer, I can keep them from getting robbed or murdered for their Rolexes (Roleces? ;-P) for the same peanut wage as ever. (Anyone want to guess our governor's political affiliation?) So we're still on a hiring freeze. Actually, it's been made worse. Now, a position must be vacant for one year before a waiver to fill it can be submitted. So if I were to quit right now, it'd be another year before Johnny could even start the process to hire another me.

Okay, enough about work. Last night, I went buck-wild making candy. I improvised a recipe for creamy mint filling since my recipe went the way of the dodo, and it turned out fine. Creme fillings are cool because you can literally flavor them with anything that comes in an extract. So the base for a mint filling is the same for a strawberry is the same for a butter rum...you get the point. The flavorings come in these wee bottles. To flavor about one pound of creme filling last night, I literally touched two fingers to the mouth of the bottle, tapped them on the plain filling, and that was enough to flavor it. I sometimes wonder what would happen if you drank a whole bottle of the stuff. It is strong. One year, I had to throw out two pounds of sealed chocolate because I stored it with a sealed bottle of flavoring, and the chocolate turned out tasting like mint. I won't even store my flavor bottles in the cabinet that Bobby dedicated just for candy and ice cream supplies. I am afraid that everything is going to taste like mint if I do, and I'd be pissed if I had to spring for another eight pounds of chocolate and various other supplies.

Later: Okay, eavesdropping was unnecessary. Vernon wasn't a minute out the door and Johnny was in my office recounting the entire conversation. Things are looking good. Whee. The "whee" had no exclamation point because I don't want to get my hopes up. :-P

Still later yet: Johnny also informed me that, once we moved to Central Home Detention, Vernon will be Sharon's boss. And Vernon told him that he would delegate being Sharon's boss to Johnny.

Which made Johnny say: "So guess who's going to be Sharon's boss?"

(I'll give you a hint: She has very long dark blond hair, a penchant for Elves, and a habit of writing overlong LJ entries. *whistles innocently*)
  • Mmmmmmm, candy, I can't wait!
  • Okay, eavesdropping was unnecessary. Vernon wasn't a minute out the door and Johnny was in my office recounting the entire conversation.

    LOL!!

    Mmmm candy! If you ever have a "bad" batch of chocolate that turned mint, you can always send it to me! I will take care of it for you. ;)
    • Lol! What are you, my Scratch and Dent? ;)

      (I thought the chocolate-turned-mint tasted really bad. But that might be because I was expecting to taste chocolate!)
  • Yay! A shoutout AND more LJ entries. :-D

    Can I steal your cool techy term and say that I'm teh happy? Wait wait, I'm TEH GAY. ;-)
    • Wait wait, I'm TEH GAY. ;-)

      GAH! GET AWAY FROM ME!! IT'S CATCHING!!!

      ;-D

      I still think that we should go to the Enormous Christmas Tree together, as a couple. Here's how the scene plays out.

      Holy Harford Hick 1: Eeeeewww...lesbians!

      HHH Crowd: (a la Monty Python) Burn them! Burn them! Burn them!

      *Dawn and Sharon begin to be bludgeoned over the head with Bibles*

      HHH 2: W--w--w--wait! They're sisters!

      HHH Crowd: (backs off) Oh. That's okay then.

      Moral of Teh Story: Same sex relationships are Teh Bad. Unless they are with relatives and hopefully involve rape of some kind.

      >;^D <--evol
    • O.O

      That was TEH AWKW3RD... and yet so true. Why!?! Why do I have to live in Hazzard County!?!?!1/11/oneone/!/1/slash

      In other news...

      SUPAH-RU RAYCROFT-UUU!!!!
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      • Why do I have to live in Hazzard County!

        Because you have to start *somewhere.* Few are the lucky ones who are *born* in Ellicott City! :^P

        In other news...
        SUPAH-RU RAYCROFT-UUU!!!!


        YOU-UUU ARE A NERD-UUU!

        We all seem to have developed Teh Norm Complex of WRITING IN ALL CAPS.

        (By the way, if you thought Sharon's and my idea was awkward, you should have heard Part B that involved two "gay" men.... *hides*)
        • ....

          *draws in great breath of air*

          SLAASSSHHH!!!!!!!!!

          Sorry, I had to say that.
    • So THAT'S why they call it "protecting the family." ;)
  • I've always thought that raising personal allowances was a better idea than tax cuts. How can a (presumably relatively small) tax cut for the rich few make the politician who makes it more popular with the poor masses?

    I used to make candy when I was at school, and I had a fairly successful (very small) business until it got shut down because I was taking customers away from the school tuck-shop.
    • How can a (presumably relatively small) tax cut for the rich few make the politician who makes it more popular with the poor masses?

      Well, Bush's proposed tax cut that helped "win" him the 2000 election gave something like $200 to the average shmoe. But what most people didn't realize was that the "cuts" were actually "advancements," and so they simply owed an extra $200 come tax time.

      I think that an American politician could admit to wanting to start an ungrounded war, destroy the economy, remove freedom, leave the country open to terrorist attacks, and make the nation look like bunch of blathering morons on the world stage, and he'd win if he promised to give just five dollars to each American person.

      Oh, wait....

      (Note that the oil companies, who got a hefty tax cut for breaking the average person's back with gas prices this year, don't have to give back their tax cuts.)

      I used to make candy when I was at school, and I had a fairly successful (very small) business until it got shut down because I was taking customers away from the school tuck-shop.

      Yay to you! Boo to the school! Can't they stand a little competition?

      We had that at our uni too. One company had the foodservice contract for the whole uni, and so no one else could sell food on campus. The result was overpriced food and thoroughly craptastic service. We used to have to get special permission to hold a book/bake sale to benefit the literary magazine.

      What kinds of candy did you make?
      • But what most people didn't realize was that the "cuts" were actually "advancements," and so they simply owed an extra $200 come tax time.

        That's rather cunning. I wonder if Tony Blair has anything similar planned. I don't quite understand why oil company+tax cut=price rise for customers, but that's why I'm not rich (or a politician), I suppose!

        Can't they stand a little competition?

        Apparently not - they only sold really boring stuff like mars and snickers at extortionate prices. The canteen food wasn't exactly edible either. I think that's fairly standard, though.

        What kinds of candy did you make?

        Mostly fudge, truffles and cookies - the most popular item was called the Mega-biscuit, which consisted of two oatmeal cookies sandwiched together with fudge and dipped in chocolate.
        • The Mega-Biscuit sounds tasty! It also sounds like it would make me unbelievably hyper. :^D

          Most of my candies involve having to pour various ingredients into molds, storing them in the refrigerator for 15 minutes, and then unmolding. Yours sound like a much wiser pursuit!
          • The Mega-Biscuit sounds tasty! It also sounds like it would make me unbelievably hyper. :^D

            It's revoltingly sweet and far too rich - I only ever ate one (the experimantal batch), but who was I to tell my customers they had bad taste?

            Most of my candies involve having to pour various ingredients into molds, storing them in the refrigerator for 15 minutes, and then unmolding

            Sounds like it needs more patience than I have, but they must look very elegant.

            • They can look quite impressive. Some can be painted in colored chocolates and I even have chocolate gift tags. Those are a pain, though, as they require writing in calligraphy, backwards, in chocolate.

              Then most people don't want to eat them because they look so pretty and they have their name on them. No one wants to eat their own name, apparently.

              Trust me: stick with Mega-Biscuits! :D
              • That sounds extremely complicated, but how annoying if people don't want to eat them. If it wasn't meant to be eaten it wouldn't be made of chocolate!
  • *gives up on NaNo*
    • I just got this comment today, December 5! :^O

      That's okay; it's not like *you* have anything to prove! :)
    • Same here: I wake up to almost 30 mails, most of them lj comments, most of them *weeks* old. But I am glad to say that I caught most without notification. Whee!
    • Oh. and thanks & *hugs*. Well, you know that, don't you?
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