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rickvsThe day started off okay, and went downhill from there.
Several of us had put in extra hours this weekend, and believed we were in good shape to start making a dent in Tuesday's workload.
Then Rachal called to tell me that the swelling and leg pain that had been increasing since Friday were getting worse, but now the foot at the end of her broken leg felt cool to the touch. Since her diabetes already raises concerns about her circulation, I headed home to take her to the ER.
When I got there, both feet appeared the same temperature as the rest of her, but the ankle and knee on her recently-broken leg were still swollen, so we proceeded to the hospital, where they eventually opined that the fractured bits of her un-pinned fibula had probably become somewhat un-knit under pressure. They suggested she go back to wearing the support boot until we could get in to see her bone doctor again.
While out, I got a call from my boss. The biggest of the jobs we'd worked on over the weekend had a bit of a problem. Basically, I'd made a simple error in arithmetic, and had only printed about 25% of a huge time-consuming order. One that was due in about ninety minutes.
So I headed in rather more quickly than I intended to. It turns out the salesperson wasn't as peeved as she had every right to be; she thought the customer would be satisfied with a big chunk of the order finished, with the rest coming as we could finish it.
But my birthday lunch got rescheduled for Tuesday, when I could actually, y'know, attend.
And Rachal will be staying back with our downstairs friend until further notice. Or until she comes to her senses and changes the locks on us :>
In other news, the haunted houses we attended Sunday night were ...okay. Wheelchair accessible, after a fashion, but I was hoping for more of a narrative between the houses, and if I couldn't get a story from each I wanted a variation in approach. Each one featured a winding path through strobe lights alternating with people jumping out at you. Ad infinitum. ("You are in a maze of twisty little haunted houses, all alike.")
After the revolution, when *I'm* running the haunted houses, if I've got four to set up you can be assured that one of them will be brightly lit, with exposition available while you're waiting in line, and more from the tour guide who leads your group through. Plus maybe one hired ringer in each group to get snatched up by the house monsters.
These kids today, no imagination...
Several of us had put in extra hours this weekend, and believed we were in good shape to start making a dent in Tuesday's workload.
Then Rachal called to tell me that the swelling and leg pain that had been increasing since Friday were getting worse, but now the foot at the end of her broken leg felt cool to the touch. Since her diabetes already raises concerns about her circulation, I headed home to take her to the ER.
When I got there, both feet appeared the same temperature as the rest of her, but the ankle and knee on her recently-broken leg were still swollen, so we proceeded to the hospital, where they eventually opined that the fractured bits of her un-pinned fibula had probably become somewhat un-knit under pressure. They suggested she go back to wearing the support boot until we could get in to see her bone doctor again.
While out, I got a call from my boss. The biggest of the jobs we'd worked on over the weekend had a bit of a problem. Basically, I'd made a simple error in arithmetic, and had only printed about 25% of a huge time-consuming order. One that was due in about ninety minutes.
So I headed in rather more quickly than I intended to. It turns out the salesperson wasn't as peeved as she had every right to be; she thought the customer would be satisfied with a big chunk of the order finished, with the rest coming as we could finish it.
But my birthday lunch got rescheduled for Tuesday, when I could actually, y'know, attend.
And Rachal will be staying back with our downstairs friend until further notice. Or until she comes to her senses and changes the locks on us :>
In other news, the haunted houses we attended Sunday night were ...okay. Wheelchair accessible, after a fashion, but I was hoping for more of a narrative between the houses, and if I couldn't get a story from each I wanted a variation in approach. Each one featured a winding path through strobe lights alternating with people jumping out at you. Ad infinitum. ("You are in a maze of twisty little haunted houses, all alike.")
After the revolution, when *I'm* running the haunted houses, if I've got four to set up you can be assured that one of them will be brightly lit, with exposition available while you're waiting in line, and more from the tour guide who leads your group through. Plus maybe one hired ringer in each group to get snatched up by the house monsters.
These kids today, no imagination...
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Date: 2007-10-30 09:03 pm (UTC)Your birthday is the same as Angela's (10/29/69)? How come I don't have it in my PDA?
I'm sorry. Since "happy birthday" is both belated and (apparantly) factually false, I wish you happy week-following-your-birthday, and best wishes for Rachal's healing...
LOVE your thought about a ringer getting snatched by the haunted house monsters... :)
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