StandingWater Creations

Winter has come. This is most evident by the cold nature of the apartment during the day. The reason the apartment is cold, Erin and I don’t control the thermostat. And, today, the kids upstairs weren’t around most of the day. Since I was alone for much of my awake time (Erin was sent home early from work due to a cough), I kept layering up so I didn’t get cold.

I didn’t write anything; though, I did start to see something (in my head) that might be useful for future writing projects. I will probably write about it, in the near future, on IOTW.

Getting out of bed was a little difficult for me today. Most of the reason, I think, was because I didn’t really sleep all that well last night. I would describe what was going on, but it would gross people out. As a result, let’s just say I am glad I had the time to continue sleeping.

On the work front, Jordan appears to be doing well. He took quite a few calls for someone starting out on the phones. I was impressed. I had someone (he sat with) tell me he would rock if he’d just learn how to spell domain names. But, on the flipside of that, I think we have a lot of people who are rather retarded when it comes to spelling here that asking, “How do you spell that?” is an appropriate question. I ask it on about 45% of all calls even if I am certain I know the spelling… in some cases, though, I get the chronic callers and you have their domains up before they even realize you’ve answered the phone.

Then you beat your head against a wall hoping to knock yourself out.

It’s fun.

To answer some of SouthernPeach’s questions (hi, Rebecca). No, we did not have Christmas music on. No, we did not bake cookies (uhm… can’t eat wheat… all common flours are wheat flour, though I did buy a cookie mix that I am anxious to try). Not a question, but… I don’t think Hobby Lobby has infiltrated Utah yet. And Erin has a tendency to clean things up as we go along.

Which reminds me, she sold the bed I have been using as a storage space for months. Yeah. You heard me. Came home, asked if I thought her brother would care. Then sold it. I pouted. She promised we could go and waste more money at
IKEA on Saturday for proper storage places for the things that (currently) sit under and on the bed her friend is buying. I was sad. Means I have to (actually) think about putting things in homes. I liked the homes they had, right now. However, the friend is moving to an unfurnished apartment and needs someplace to sleep. I’d’ve given her the (@#$%@#) air-mattress.

Anywho, her brother went to the doctor today, a follow-up to our all night (most of the night) visit to the ER a week or so ago. The doctor said he was getting better and then told Erin that if her cough lasted another week she probably had the same thing her brother had, which, it turns out, might’ve actually been an infection that required antibiotics. I guess, on top of that, as her brother was filling in the forms to see the doctor Erin decided to remind him that some information needed to be completely legible. The outcome, the doctor (sarcastically) said he could see how they were brother and sister.

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