On the mailing list for my son’s high school, I got a brief note about the school choir’s “singing valentine” promotion.
With details on how I can order a singing valentine for my child.
To be delivered to him in class.
In front of all his friends.
From his MOM.
Gee, what high school kid wouldn’t want THAT?
Last night Alpha Geek and I saw a bit of a program involving a man in Michigan who had been lost in the woods, overnight, in mid-winter. He had suffered severe frostbite to his feet, and one of his toes had to be amputated (and he counted himself lucky that was all).
“I keep it in the freezer as a memento of my ordeal,” he chuckled, pulling from his freezer a small container.
Alpha Geek: o_O
Me: Well if he’s going to save it anyway, he ought to have it stuffed. Then he could hang it on the wall.
Alpha Geek: O_O
Today while I was out doing my errands, I stopped by the lab to do my job-mandated drug test. By way of preparation I stopped at a fast-food place and bought a giant soda.
There was nobody else there, so it was a quick stop. I gave the lady my ID, took care of business (so to speak), she decanted it into an official specimen container, and she handed me a receipt. They’ll be sending the results to the temp agency.
Quick and easy, but I still can’t help but wonder why it’s a requirement. Is marijuana really such a huge problem in the work force these days? Or is it, as is my suspicion, a tool to reinforce the fact that I’m just a faceless work-force peon who is easily replaced if I don’t toe the line?
Whatev. At least I’ll get a paycheck.