Saturday, July 29, 2006

Two Stories for Zilla

Warning...This is grody, grody, gross.

It was my first year working telecommunications for residential service. It was very busy. My headset just quit on me. I have to log out of the phone. This threw up a red flag to my supervisor. We needed all people on the phone.

I worked nights; no access to the storage closet. I needed a headset. My supervisor suggested, " Why don't you use, Tammy's headset. She's not working tonight." I didn't think a thing about it. I said, " Sure".

The next day my ear was hurting. Still didn't think anything of it. The next day, my ear was really sore. There was a frapping zit in my ear canal. I could't get to it. The following day it was so swollen, I couldn't hear out of my zit ear. I had to go to the doctor's and have the monster lanced.

The moral of the story. Do not ever use anybodies headset! God only knows what kind of DNA and cooties are floating around on the sombitch! End of story...next


Dumpster Diving

The other night it was semi-cool outside. I thought, maybe I should take the dog for a walk.... Nah, I'm gonna blog instead. I read Zilla's post and it suggested excersise. Oh, the power of suggestion...

I was walking the dog past a neighbor's house. They had some of the nicest things on the curb. I could not help myself, I was drawn to it. There was a tent, a sleeping bag, two very nice coolers, and a pet taxi. I have never dumpster dived in my life. Surely they had it sitting there to load up in their truck to go camping. Went up, knocked on the door. They told me they had cleaned out their shed and wanted to get rid of it. They thought if they put it out on the curb, someone may want it. I was all over it. I walked home faster than I've ever walked. Grabbed the car, went, and loaded up the trunk.

I gave the tent and sleeping bag to my son. Devin was so excited, we washed the sleeping bag, set up the tent, and camped out in the back yard. Yes, me, Devin, and the dog. It was great!

Thanks Zilla!

8 comments:

fineartist said...

Becky Ann, mom used to encourage us to dumpster dive all the time. What are you saying you never dumpster dove? Gads, and grandma too. One person's trash is our mother and grandmother's treasure. Remember? Hell I remember....oh perception, perception, it's our individual reality isn't it? I can remember mom stopping on the side of the road and grabbing anything that looked remotely like furniture...

I remember diving in at that apartment building that mom owned, okay that would have been apartment building diving I think, if I really think about it...the entire place was like a huge loaded dumpster...mom would insist that we get EVERYTHING, and anything that ANYONE might be able to use. Gads I loathed that shit. I didn't mind the stuff though so I guess that makes me a hypocrite, well a hippo for sure.

And you forgot to tell them the best part of the story and why you brought up the zit in your ear...you know, when you were in bad need of a new headset and the witch who controls the supply money wouldn't come off of the funds to get you a new headset and she told you to go look through the old ones, like from the seventies....you picking through them and trying to untangle them like jewelry...wondering what kind of DNA crudly cuties might be on them...did you end up pinching hers instead?

Hey remember when Pam had thrown out her refrigerater on the side of the road and some guy came along and wanted it...so Rich ran out to the road and charged him twenty bucks for it?

I love you muchly...

fineartist said...
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fineartist said...

Okay, I've been thinking on it and I don't remember you dumpster diving...me I remember, of course I was always so damned compliant.

Sorry to confuse you with grandma and mom, heh heh, it wont happen again.

Sometimes it is difficult for me to separate myself from them, but I keep trying.

Jennifer said...

Oh. My. GAWD! I thought you were going to say that the headset gave you a raging case of headlice, that one of those little suckers got lost in your ear, burrowed into your ear canal and layed a mass of eggs!

I once dumpster dove for a screen door. We had no screen door or a/c, living in a sweatbox. I planed the door to fit and painted it to match the trim on the house, and it still looked pretty tacky, but man did it improve the air circulation in the sweatbox!

See, now we have Free-Cycle groups on Yahoo. The stuff never has to go into the dumpster or out by the curb -- you just list it for free and someone emails you and arranges to pick it up. I've saved a lot of landfill fees using Free-Cycle, AND I've kept a lot of stuff OUT of the landfill. It's cool. Love it!

beckyboop said...

Lori,

I would never go dumpster diving with Mom. I was to embarrassed. She did encourage to. I guess I'm not as proud as I used to be.

I couldn't belive the systems/supply bitch would not order me a new headset! You guys should have heard Lori's suggestion to what I should do to her hedset!

By the way, I did get a new headset.I raised a little hell and got what I wanted. Bitch...tell me no again!

beckyboop said...

Jess, thanks for the sympathy. I can't belive Lori made me tell that story.

Zilla, you poor thing. You've got headlice on the brain from the camp incident....The free-cycle thing sounds great. Maybe I should check it out.

Pearl, you much smarter than I was. I had to learn the lesson the hard way. Just like I've learned everything else in life. After, I did notice the girls hair was always greasy looking. Ewww.

Becky

Angeline Rose Larimer said...

Good advice on the headsets!

The dumpster diving made me smile because I was surfing today and somehow got sent to this site:

http://freegan.info/

AnywhereEden said...

lol, my friends and I used to hit the dumpsters behind the UofO dorms at the end of spring term every year. Those spoiled little rich kids would throw out brand new computers, stereo systems, TVs, you name it, so they wouldn't have to pack them back to mom and pop's house for the summer.
We got some great stuff thanks to someone's rich daddy.