It's a long johns and sweatshirt in the building day

Took a personal day yesterday, which was nice. Got some things done, rested a bit, stayed out of the cold. Don't have that luxury today. Didn't see how badly the front of the car was iced over this morning, but the rear window hadn't deiced by the time I got to work. (In fact, the rear window was still mostly ice by the time I got to Hwy 10 this morning. Exciting.)

Cold and creaky today. Building isn't bad, just chill, but that's enough. And someone left a Bob Dylan cd in the cd player last night, along with a pile of cd boxes all over my desk. Bastards. Someone obviously doesn't realize that this desk is a "No Merle Haggard" zone.

So I've got this link at home....

Japanese site with lots of scanned patterns

Quiet at last

We've had four volunteers in today, on a day when I really didn't want to deal with anyone. The first, SG, is not one of my favorite people (and my feelings for her precious gesneriads are similar)...luckily, she didn't stay long. Then, the little old lady contingent arrived...one regular, plus a friend of hers who's new here, plus some lady who's thinking about enrolling in the hort program and wanted to volunteer as a way to try it out.

Spare me.

So, Donna's going to be grumpy later, about not getting anything done, because she's spent her morning either setting up for the volunteers (because you can't tell them to go do something, they'll screw it up), or babysitting them.

Bah.

Well, duh

Wouldn't you think that if you walked into a greenhouse, and saw someone spraying, it might make you want to avoid the tree that's dripping onto the floor? Or better yet, make sure that the toddler you're carrying doesn't end up under the tree while you accost the person with the sprayer?

Bitch was a little offended that I told her to get her kid away from the stuff I just sprayed.

And then, Donna says she was the one who brought the Boy Scout brats through on a tour a year or so back...some of you might remember that incident. Those kids wouldn't leave the rats alone, even though Donna told them not to (the woman, of course, couldn't be bothered). Eventually one of them got bit, through the cage, by the rat he'd been poking, and then Donna had to take the rats home. Bitch.

And now, this charming personality wants to volunteer at the greenhouse. Donna told her to call back in a month.

Then she went and locked the door, so no one else would get in the way.


I'm sure I'd be happier if I could start the day over.

Volunteers strike again

So, we're going over the stuff that the volunteers did this morning, and conclude that no matter how hard you try, you can't make a process little old lady-proof.

The geranium cuttings, which Donna CAREFULLY made sure to bring out one color per flat, and each flat of cuttings labelled....they managed to get at least two flats' worth of cuttings (so, 4 or 5 flats, potted) mixed up, because they were splitting the flats of cuttings between them, and didn't notice the tags marking color.

AND...

They manged to take 3 pots of bromeliads, turn them into 5 flats of divided and potted bromeliads, and place those 5 flats back on the bench such that it took me a full 10 minutes to find them all and put them in once place. Because in little-old-lady logic, any open spot is the right place to put them back when you're done.

Arrrgh.

Huh...

"ACHTUNG!

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