On a fool's errand
Apr. 1st, 2007 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirl*sigh*
Yesterday when I got to work, Mr. Bigbossman had left a message instructing me to do two very important things: 1) go around and make sure the rent increase notices weren't still taped to doors, to take them off and slip them underneath the doors instead so no one could come by and swipe them (wouldn't want to miss out on extra money due to a technicality!) and 2) get every last cigarette butt out of the flower bed, since flowers are going to be planted this week.
Yeah, since I was wearing a dress and moderate heels yesterday, that last one SO did not get done. Which means I have to do it today and I REALLY don't wanna. The best method I've devised in cigarette butt picking is a broom and dustpan, because stupid-head Mr. Bigbossman won't spring for one of those nifty picker-upper things.
Time to go feel very stupid while sweeping dirt. Whee. And on the Lord's day and everything.
Yesterday when I got to work, Mr. Bigbossman had left a message instructing me to do two very important things: 1) go around and make sure the rent increase notices weren't still taped to doors, to take them off and slip them underneath the doors instead so no one could come by and swipe them (wouldn't want to miss out on extra money due to a technicality!) and 2) get every last cigarette butt out of the flower bed, since flowers are going to be planted this week.
Yeah, since I was wearing a dress and moderate heels yesterday, that last one SO did not get done. Which means I have to do it today and I REALLY don't wanna. The best method I've devised in cigarette butt picking is a broom and dustpan, because stupid-head Mr. Bigbossman won't spring for one of those nifty picker-upper things.
Time to go feel very stupid while sweeping dirt. Whee. And on the Lord's day and everything.
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Date: 2007-04-02 12:32 am (UTC)I got three notes this week from the museum ladies telling me that bees or wasps or something were building a nest in the bathroom skylight window, and could I take care of it before it got worse?
I went up today, thinking that if it wasn't too bad, I'd spray it; and if it was too bad, I'd call the pest guys.
The "nest" is a bit of debris from a bees nest that was there *three years ago* that is still outside the window, attached to the outside casing. I didn't really do anything about it because it's just a little brown speck, about the size of a bee...plus it meant taking the ladder out of the cellar, carrying it up three flights, getting up on a ladder, taking out the window screen and removing the storm window so I could scrape it off. And since it was outside...I kept hoping rain or snow would wash it away.
I did do it today, because obviously it's become an issue.
I still can't figure out how the ladies thought it was a nest though. A bee couldn't even fit in it, and it's been there for three years. It's even gotten smaller.
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Date: 2007-04-02 02:16 am (UTC)I swear, the guy patrols around just looking for stupid things for me to do.