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Too much to do, in too many directions.
Apr. 15th, 2004 07:05 amCourtney is here today, so she gets to go water vinca. Freedom! I'm free! Someone else has to do it today! ..... Ahem. 'Scuse me.
Today's agenda: keep working on the research project the Maintenance Director derailed me with yesterday afternoon (happy happy me.....not). Call the lady with the label company, because they say our info won't fit on the size of signs we ordered (funny, it's the same size we ordered 100+ of a couple years ago). And that means I have to go out and physically measure the damn signs before I call her. Blech. Have a quick pow-wow with the lady at the Child Care Center, and see where she wants her Jerusalem artichokes planted (I got 3 from Betty for her). And sometime today, I think I'm supposed to get the rest of one of my tree & shrub orders, the backordered stuff. But, I wasn't able to talk to my sales person, just her voicemail, so I don't know what's arriving today. Or if it is, for certain.
The tree walk/pruning lab with Donna's class went okay...it usually does, there's always a bunch that are really interested, and two or three young students who really do't care and aren't going to pay attention anyway. More annoying, there's always one person, usually a 40-something housewifish-person who's completely lost in the garden or landscape, who's plants are dying and who wants me to tell her How To Fix It. Last night's remora had hired a "well recommended" designer from E*** Landscaping to do her yard, and the designer put a flowering dogwood (which she kept refering to as a flowering dogfruit tree....lady, if you're going to pester me, at least get the names right!) in the southwest corner of the yard. In full sun. Needless to say, it's dying, and she wanted to know if she could dig it up and move it into her "shady garden". I'm like, yes, you could, it'll be heavy...but why didn't you put it there in the first place? *shakes head* The remora attached herself to me for most of the walk back to the greenhouse, and was ready to start in with nuissance questions (like, "where di d you go to school" kind of stuff) when we were all in the building again, but Donna thankfully reminded her class that I had to leave, and they had a test. These people are why I could never do retail nursery sales.
Got home about 8:30 last night, time enough to shower, and knit a little, and have a good chat with By before bed. He's all cheerful about the lumber he's been salvaging from that warehouse.....14'' long 2x6's, I think was last night's haul. He mentioned that there are some beams he'd love to get, but they're 7x14", and even cutting them down to 14' long, he can't move them by himself. So now he's plotting.
We both misremembered...the Fetish Toy Show is Saturday night, not Friday night. Which gives me one day this week to spend the evening with him, at least.
Today's agenda: keep working on the research project the Maintenance Director derailed me with yesterday afternoon (happy happy me.....not). Call the lady with the label company, because they say our info won't fit on the size of signs we ordered (funny, it's the same size we ordered 100+ of a couple years ago). And that means I have to go out and physically measure the damn signs before I call her. Blech. Have a quick pow-wow with the lady at the Child Care Center, and see where she wants her Jerusalem artichokes planted (I got 3 from Betty for her). And sometime today, I think I'm supposed to get the rest of one of my tree & shrub orders, the backordered stuff. But, I wasn't able to talk to my sales person, just her voicemail, so I don't know what's arriving today. Or if it is, for certain.
The tree walk/pruning lab with Donna's class went okay...it usually does, there's always a bunch that are really interested, and two or three young students who really do't care and aren't going to pay attention anyway. More annoying, there's always one person, usually a 40-something housewifish-person who's completely lost in the garden or landscape, who's plants are dying and who wants me to tell her How To Fix It. Last night's remora had hired a "well recommended" designer from E*** Landscaping to do her yard, and the designer put a flowering dogwood (which she kept refering to as a flowering dogfruit tree....lady, if you're going to pester me, at least get the names right!) in the southwest corner of the yard. In full sun. Needless to say, it's dying, and she wanted to know if she could dig it up and move it into her "shady garden". I'm like, yes, you could, it'll be heavy...but why didn't you put it there in the first place? *shakes head* The remora attached herself to me for most of the walk back to the greenhouse, and was ready to start in with nuissance questions (like, "where di d you go to school" kind of stuff) when we were all in the building again, but Donna thankfully reminded her class that I had to leave, and they had a test. These people are why I could never do retail nursery sales.
Got home about 8:30 last night, time enough to shower, and knit a little, and have a good chat with By before bed. He's all cheerful about the lumber he's been salvaging from that warehouse.....14'' long 2x6's, I think was last night's haul. He mentioned that there are some beams he'd love to get, but they're 7x14", and even cutting them down to 14' long, he can't move them by himself. So now he's plotting.
We both misremembered...the Fetish Toy Show is Saturday night, not Friday night. Which gives me one day this week to spend the evening with him, at least.
