After much hemming and hawing I decided to embark again on full-time gainful employment and started my new job as an Employment Specialist at a non-profit group here in Huntington. It's a nice place but I have to undergo TONS of training. Today's lesson began like this:
"Here's how you turn on your computer!"
Ugh. Choke me with a mouse cord. If you can figure out what that is (if not - come join me for tomorrow's training: "How to catch your Mouse.")
First thing on the "DO NOT DO" list was "DO NOT DOWNLOAD AOL." See, AOL? Even the smalltown places are on to you! So that means that I will not be blogging during work hours. Drats. I hate that - I mean - c'mon - what am I supposed to do - work? Uck. Perish the thought! :)
I came home today from work and made a skillet of frozen stir fry. I added oil, tweaked the pan up to "high" and sat back to watch it sizzle. Opening the packet of sauce that accompanied it, I blanched as the aroma filled my nostrils.
It reminded me of - something. I took a larger sniff, careful not to drip the brownish goop on to my new white tee. What is that? Beef base? Soy sauce? With a sudden realization I jerked and almost dropped the plastic implant looking package on to my Coach Valeri shoes.
"Holy crap! It smells like Catlax!" Yes. The sauce that was destined to cover my stirred and fried veggies smelled identical to the goo that I spread on to Phoebe's shaved paws to ensure that hairballs fly out the bottom end instead of the top.
With that lovely mental image fresh in my frontal lobe I doused the veggies and pretended, hard, to enjoy the aroma.
I ate one piece of broccoli. Chewed. And spit it out.
Sighing, I got up, tossed my plate in the sink along with the rest of the CatLax Stir Fry in as well. Getting out a can of tuna, I poured it into a bowl, licked my fingers clean and took it into Phoebe who is still not feeling well and was fed dinner in bed.
"Figures," I said to her as she stuttered and purred and struggled to her little shaved feet. "My cat eat betters than I do." She coughed at me in agreement.
In her defense, even as emaciated and shaggy as she is - she's still cuter than me!
Tomorrow's training: Pharmacology 101. "This is a pill."
8 comments:
You are so funny! Forget workng at a Non-profit low paying job. You should write a column for some news paper. "Sex In The City" Style. :)
http://journals.aol.com/mrsm711/LatteDah/ Tracy
ewww - Catlax Stirfry... maybe Pheebs would've liked it? :-D
When Jesse worked on base in Florida, they blocked AOL from the military computers there, too. Let's see...work....or IM your friends. I know which one I'd pick. :-P
~Amy
Actually, Holly, you don't need any AOL software to write in your Journal. I stopped running the AOL client ages ago. All you have to do is go to your journal, sign in, and Bob's yer uncle.
-Dan
http://thewisdomofadistractedmind.blogspot.com/
Ya you can journal on the web but then you have those huge spaces I think before you get to the text but you can always fix those when you get home I think???
Ick! Make your own! I had that last night, chopped up some, put some shrimp in...doesn't take that much more time (heck I have a pizza in the oven now & between pre-heat & cook time it is 20 min so...) Besides frozen foods are jacked up on sodium...we all have too much sodium in our society. Fresh veggies is better, especially if organic...ha!
I had my babies at the vet today. Got to help hold them while they gave Country a EKG...Dusty they did ok while he was sedated! HA!
Pill is good. I have those. LOL Poor Phoebes... praying for her...
be well,
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/
Ahhhhhhhhhh Coach Valeri shoes.............. not worth getting that Catlax on huh? I agree with psychfun, it's much more fun to prepare your own stirfry.......C'mon Holy you can do it girl!
Gaz ;-)
Broccoli AND catlax? you're a brave one and no mistake!
Good luck with the 'training'. ;O)
B. x
Of course you will blog at work! You don't need AOL for that. Didn't you raise your hand at computer training and ask them how it's done?
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