Busy Day

What a busy day.  This is the first chance I’ve had to sit and get my thoughts together.  Sitting feels good.  DH and I headed out early to the lab for blood work. 

He’s having such a rough time since upping the Procrit dosage, I wanted him to go at the earliest opportunity allowed before his next doctor’s appointment.  We’ll only hear from his doctor if there is anything alarming in his numbers.  DH got the roughest phlebologist in the clinic; bless his heart. (side note to Faye…bless his heart the nice way.)  The girl looks mean without a needle in her hand…with a needle in her hand…really skeery!

We left the lab and went to good old Wally World.  Ever since the freight train derailed in our back yard spilling gallon upon gallon of toxic chemicals into the soil, we’ve bought the water we consume.  The Wal-Marts in our area have Culligan water filling stations in their entrances.  We haul our empty jugs in a couple times a week and refill them.  We’ve got one of the freestanding water coolers that support 3 gallon and 5 gallon bottles.  One clear 5 gallon bottle came with the unit (which we purchased from Sam’s…just another Wally World enterprise), and I’ve always taken it with the bottles acquired at Wal-Mart (blue bottles with Culligan’s name on them) and filled it when I filled the others.  Today I’m told this is a no-no, and I can’t fill the said clear bottle anymore.  Stupid things drive me nuts, and at least to me, the rule is stupid.  Sam’s has no refill station.  I asked to see a manager who sanctioned the refill, because the bottle came from Sam’s.  We get in the line and another manager comes over strutting her stuff and informs us we cannot buy the water in the clear bottle.  I mostly politely told her a manager just said we could.  She asked which one.  I told her the Customer Service Manager.  She said, “I am the Customer Service manager” and looked at me like I was a liar.  It was shift change, no duh!  This manager told me I would have to have permission from Culligan to fill the guilty clear bottle.  “The you can only fill a Culligan bottle at Wal-Mart rule is Culligan’s.” she said.    I was a bit miffed, but kept my mouth shut…except for telling her I would call Culligan.  When I got home I called them.  The stupid rule is Wal-Mart’s stupid rule.  Culligan is sending me written permission to fill my guilty clear bottle at their station in Wal-Mart.  Moral of the story…sometimes it pays to make waves.  Then again…I’ve heard of people who got caught up in waves and were carried out to sea…never to be heard from again. 

Nana (link in my favorite blog list…I love hers.) has a “Wednesday Wordless” photo.  I really like that idea have seen it used a few other places.  I hope she doesn’t mind, but I’m going to incorporate the idea into Apron Strings.  Here’s my first: 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’d really love to stay and play, but work calls me.   I’ve got a b&w apron to finish and a skirt to make.

Until next time,

remember,

Sometimes the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and sometimes they replace it.