090829 Work

FIRST break. 1500-1530. Sgt.S waited til 1430 to start breaks cause he was too busy jawin w/Lt. I dispise that guy. He's unnecessarily mean to females on point; but drips sugary nastiness all over females he processes on point. He's civil, even jovial, to males here. What a prick. 8hrs of this guy. Sigh. And: No notecards on point.

1930 My hubby makes the BEST sausage lasagna. (Sorry Mom! Your meatloaf still beats mine :P)

~WeyrCat's Treo

090828 WSI Tweets.

1656 Nothin like standin inthe rain arguin that "Yes u STILL hav 2get out&open ur doors&hood &stand out here so I can make sure ur not a bomb!"

So after my bday this year we went to see Disturbed. I yook a bajillion pics. Such an awesome show. Soon sfter my com took a dive before I uploaded the pix. No problem: I have the originals on my SD card, right? Until Rook chewed on mt phone one day and ate the memory card. Well months later I've found ONE picture. Not the supercute pic of US, but A picture. YAY!

2230 No really. Im tired. Can I go home now? /10.75 down 1.25hrs to go.
PS: Brain can absorb no more. Time to mindlessly copy notecards for later

Filling address&date book. Please reply with- first&last name, home#, cell#, address, email, and birthday! *To my Cell plex.

New Blog@ WeyrCat.Com! '090827 Temper (Kitty)' >^..^<

090827 Temper (New Kitty)

Just a quick update; I know I haven't been in to tag/organize the posts I've put up recently.. school has been really taking up my time :)

Yesterday Hubby and I went down to the PetSmart to check out the Kitties. We keep going, falling for one, saying we'll go back the next day without Rook (since usually when we go to the PetSmart we bring the obnoxious monster so she can spaz out.. a real treat for her.) The twice we did that we didn't go back *It's ok, I know both Mozart and Bridghid found good homes.*

Last night we went, and surprisingly, both of the kitties we really liked were Torties. One, a regular Tortie, she was blackish with orangey marks, and the other was a weird grey with orangey marks. I've never seen a Tortie that was grey. Listed as a "Diluted Tortie" which, though I haven't looked yet, I'm pretty sure means "Mutt, with Tortie markings" :P

She's a sweetie, born in March. Came spayed, with all her shots good through 2012 (mostly). Microchipped, Rabies, got all her claws. Her eyes are really pretty too: a vivid grass green ring centered on pumpkin orange irises. Such a pretty kitty. She kisses, paws (a lil clawing when nervous or excited), and nibbles, but my lil hisses of pain are teaching her to retract the viscious needle fangs of kittenhood :D

Anyway.. Just wanted to announce that the WeyrCat finally got herself a kitteh!!

Myarr.

~WeyrCat's Treo

090825 School.

tags: edumacation

Don't you hate when you sit down at an empty table to quietly study.. and someone comes and sits down next to you. Quiet at first, but then a /friend/ of theirs shows up. Soon they're gabbing and laughing, comPLETELY oblivious that YOU, and your 2 textbooks, highlights, notebook, and notecards are trying to study. Nah.. can't be bothering you at all.

Neat: Microbiology, p11. "When the inhabitants of an entire village became ill, people often blamed the disease on demons appearing as foul odors from sewage or on poisonous vaops from swamps. Most people - found it !!inconceivable that 'invisible' microbes could travel through the air to infect plants and animals or remain on clothing and bedding to be transmitted from one to another."
--These SAME people never questioned the God or Demon caused illnesses though? Tiny germs, impossible. Demons or God punishing you by killing your whole family? TOTALLY possible. O_o

Caduceus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caduceus
-VS-
Rod of Asclepius http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_of_Asclepius
*The Microbiology book lists the Caduceus as "the symbol of the medical profession".. which it is NOW, but considering the histories I just read... it is by mistake. Though... I do like the wings :P

~WeyrCat's Treo

090823 WsI & Hubby Bbday

//There's something rather post-apocalyptic about the Honeycutt gate. The empty train tracks outside the gate sit unused, with rotting wood planks red with rust from the rails.The road into post is lined with quiet motor pools; the paint on the old generators and canvas-covered humvees slowly fading in the midday sun. Crows caw from the sagging powerlines attached to bleached and leaning wooden telephone poles still standing from the 1970s. The shredding black tarpaline blows quietly, in a breeze seen but not felt, as it clings to the red-rusted barbed-wire fencing. The old water tower, taller even than the stacks of empty sheet-metal boxcars, shows deep cuts of iron-oxide through its orangey-red checked paint job. If it weren't for the occasional car coming through the gate, you would think the only sounds left in the entire world were the slow scraping of a chain on a red-bricked building's tall, thin, smokestack; and the cawing of that crow. As the sun sets and the shadows elongat
e: yes, this is what the end of the world would look like. Dusty, red, and empty.//

I hadn't had time to write about Hubby's bday yet! He spent it in the field *for the fourth year in the row the Army worked him on his birthday.*
The night he came back I took him out to the MashHouse. It's a brewery, and I thought it would be a basic brewery/bar; it turned out to be a rather upscale restaurant too! The food was amazing! We had a Spinach/Artichoke dip, and instead of chips they brought a type of cheesey flatbread (almost like slices of pizza) to go with it. SO good! I had a "She-Crab Soup" which was so good I almost didn't want to share, and the Salmon "Oscar" style, topped with a crabcake, served with mashed potatos and steamed asparagus. Not so keen on the asparagus, but that's between me and the stalks. The fish was delicious, the crabcake perfect, and the Tia Maria dessert they gifted Hubby for his birthday was to die for. I NEED to find recipes, at least, for the She Crab soup and the Tia Maria. I think if I could make the latter for Hubby once in a while he'd love me through ANYTHING! The Tia Maria was listed as chocolate chip cookies, in cream, doused in Coffee liquer. It sounded like an American Tira M
isu, and it was soo much better! It was sliced, like a cake or pie, and it was LAYERS of chocolate chip cookies. Topped with whipped cream, the coffee liquer, and tiny chocolate chips. Mmmmmmm..

Sittin at work today, here and there studying my Anatomy terms.

Don't think I related this, but I mentioned it to someone here so I'll blurb it now. People at the gate seem to think that the females will be softer on them than the male guards: people seem to think this about females in MOST male-dominated jobs. I had a kid roll up to the gate about a week ago, me and a male in the other booth. The kid swerved out of my coworkers lane to get into mine and braked with his hands open in a begging gesture: I already knew this would be fun for me. He started with "Please, I need a favour." I grinned. "I left my ID in my room; my mom's in the hospital, and I just left post over there (*in the outgoing lane*) a second ago. Please do me this favour!"
I asked him "Alright, do you have your driver's license on you?" He smiled real big and dug it out, presenting it to me. "Good! Now take that and your registration to the All American gate and get processed." His face fell like a ton of bricks. I turned him around and chuckled to the coworkder about a few things.
1. If your mom is in the hospital, and its so critical you feel the need to mention it to me, why are you leaving post to begin with?
2. If She's NOT in critical, allowing you to leave post, why did you think it would matter to ME? Or to the MPs, or to the Major or DA Police who WRITE the entrance SOP?
3. Did you really think coming to a female was going to increase your odds of ME breaking MY job's rules to do You: the nobody I've ever met or will meet again, a favour that can get me written up or fired for breaking security?
Cooome Ooon! :D

~WeyrCat's Treo

090822 12hrs @Yadkin.

Tags: Work,

1433 Soaked. Fan is soaked: cant use it as Im adverse to electrocution. If the storm STOPS its 12hrs of muggy-nasty now that I'm soaked. If not: I'm still soaked.
1500 Tryin to copy some notes onto a notecard to use in the booth, and lightning is sparking off the electronics and power strips in the building. YAY. Did I mention I HATE being wet?

2230 Finished _Partnerships_: Anne McCaffrey. Loved it, LOVED it! :D

~WeyrCat's Treo

090818

1030a Ah, Tuesday: Nothing like 12hours on campus. >_< Actually.. /guilty/ I can study here as Rook's not here to JumpScratchBite me! :( Poor Dog.

1155a One hour studing Basic Chem Review in: Time for a 10min Brain Break. Then quick review, then back in! Good thing too: some class just let out & the StudyHall/Sittin area for the SnackBar just got visciously loud due to the constant clank of vending machines. Turn up earphones (Classical 95.3) to cover it, but then can't force the Chem in my brain! Oi.

The Anatomy & Physiology class has an Recommended-but-not-Required pre-req of Chemistry. We were given a handout on the first day with a Basic Chem review, of which the last page gives a type of mini-quiz. This quiz is prefaced by 'Using only your knowledge and a periodic table answer the following questions. If you are unable to complete this task you may lack the necessary prerequisite knowledge for this course." So far I'm about half to two-thirds through. The Chem I took last semester was taught by a horrible teacher, and no one got higher than a high-C. She could not, would not, allow the students to understand something before she tacked more onto it, though that first it was integral to the second bit! It will take a certain degree of self-teaching in the Chem to get through this A&P class I think.

One of the mind-wrenching nanosecond-of-fury inciting things about contact w/Hubby in Field: Reception delay after 2days of No-Contact.
S-1340 Call I call?
J-1340 Yar!
S-1342 Maybe later then. Phone off.
/tears hair out/ AAAHHHH!!

~WeyrCat's Treo

090811 Third Day... Crazy.

Today I met with the Critter Sitter, a woman living on Bragg who does exactly what I need her to do: Pop in and be social with my anxious monster of a lab puppy for 20-30mins. I'd like slightly longer to exercise her, but she says she has a large dog at home that would love company; I've given her permission to take Rook to her place for an hour or two to wear her out. I felt so wrong leaving her in her kennel for 9hours, and knowing she diarreah'd and had to stay in it for any period of time... Never Again if I can help it!!

Also.. It begins again... SS Office for replacement Card. A81. @1248: A72.

@1302- A73/81 Not bad I think.

@1345 done w/Social Security. Why did dealing w/Fed Gov take so much LESS time than State Gov?

1600 Neighbors' Pekenese is apparently small enough to fit through the fence. Delivered her home b4 Rook could use her as a "Tug".

1630 Rook, not liking the cinder block barring the Pekenese's way to our yard, decided to apparently dig UNDER it, found a big rock instead, brought it & all that dirt in the house.

Why is the 3rd day alone always the worst? Always drives me nuts. Bored, want 2punch the dog. Cant space out long enough 2pass time as she keeps scratchin me!

If this is the way his deployment's going to be, I think I'll be sleepin a lot.

~WeyrCat's Treo

DMV: Now calling A...177... To window number... 3.

1310 Bout to wait 2.5hrs just to get an NC ID. Don't think I'm making any of my other stops today :( >^..^<

(1340) "Ticket 149 Please come to window #3." I'm 177. >^..^<

1420 Think I have time to drive across the street & grab some BK? :P

1439- A159 out of my 177

1459 Ooh People must have left! 1459-A168/177

1538: I have an NC ID! Time for Iced Cream & to set the Puppy Free!

2100 Spending the night moving code & blogs from weyrcat.com/blog to weyrcat.blogspot because its more secure! Less spam! WEEE

2200 Is it too much to ask for a blog I can run under WC.com, post via email, isnt a TOTALLY-pervious spam magnet, & backs up ALL entry code?

090808 WackenBloggin: 12 hours of omg-why...

It seemed like it would be a generally quiet day. I'm so tired as I type this, on my last break, so pardon.

First there was the SSgt who made his first appearance on the other side of the concrete barrier (having been turned around) while I was in the Pit with Masse. He stopped, acted like he wanted to turn around at the House *main guardshack* but we always direct them to keep going because usually they need to be processed. He hits the gas and burns down the freeway. completely missing the proper entrance and assumingly went all the way down to the dirt road turn around before finally coming back up to us. He waits in Masse's lane, then, impatient, crawls over to my (center) lane. He has to wait til I'm done with the car I'm currently processing. Then, geared for an angry person, direct his SUV to pull forward he does, jumping out of his vehicle almost immediately with two IDs in his hand. He starts ranting in a loud voice about the guy in the back seat having no ID, and being treated poorly, and this and that. Trying to solve his problem for him I let him know that someone has to retrie
ve the soldier's ID from on post and bring it back to him; otherwise we can call the MPs to verify him. He rants about "knowing that" but wanting to talk to my "supervisor". He was (language cleaned up for the kiddies) treated badly by a the loudmouth short black jerk in the lane that turned him around. Disbelieving, as the short black man in the lane is a very quiet and subdued person, I try again to let him know where he can lodge a complaint. No no, he's not driving anywhere, he wants to talk to someone NOW. Logic evading him as he misses everything I tell him, he continues to raise his voice at me until I put my hands on my hips, incline my head in what I now think is a rather "scolding mother" stance, and TOLD SSgt Jerface-just-escorting-a-soldier-I-want-to-vouch-for-though-its-against-SOP that he needed to LOWER his VOICE, and STOP being BELLIGERANT because it was getting him NOWHERE. He thought he could yell back at me about 'where's my supoervisor'. I informed him that they w
ere changing the shifts right now and couldn't help him, but I would be MORE than happy t... "You're telling me there's no one here in charge of you people?" Now, while we COULD function without a Sgt, we do happen to have TWO at the moment, so in the end of all things I told him I'd be very happy to defer him to my Sgt if he would just BE QUIET. ... He closed his back door, and gave me what I'm sure is what he thinks a very complacent, and yet shit eating, grin. "Thank you" I said as I walked his IDs to the guard shack. I informed Sgt what was goin on and he said "Sure, park him up here: I''ll just turn him around." And I did. And he did. After he sat up there and tried to yell at my Sgt. Look asshats of the world: I'm doin my job. We're all doin our jobs. Just cause you're a moron and can't pay attention to what's going on doesn't give you the right to come down and harrass me!

OI. It took a lil while to calm down over that one.

I stood in the Mil-ID lane as a car stopped dead in the middle of the road a short ways from the gate. They do this, looking for IDs or wanting to back up to the processing lane. Yes, back up, on the freeway. They do it. And she did. She backed up, fishtailing slowly: confused at where to go. She finally backed the end of her car into the entrance of the Processing Canopy. And sat there. Cars couldn't get in, so they tried to go around her (apparently she was half on the curb too.) The Sgt walked down there and booted her out, so she could come to my lane and ask (in very bad Engrish btw) "I can turn round now?" Oh dear lord. I led her, carefully, to the turn around and watched a little fearfully as she attempted to drive. Oi.

I've only seen 3 Army Spouses cheating on their husband come through the gate. Nice low number tonight. The first was Mrs Kemp, who actually refused to look at me as I studied the IDs and realized that her spouse card (which lists the Sponsor=husband's name) was accompied by a male civilian who's name did NOT match the previously mentioned sponsor. Oh, Mrs Kemp.

Other than that, I'm tired. Hungry. Dirty. And have to work again tomorrow, of course.

OH OH, we had a new Whale Award. Yesterday I had a WF come through with a card reading 370lbs, beating out my previous sighting at 330. Mr Neely reported a 425 WF which I'm hoping to verify with my own eyes.

Hmm what else, starting school on the 17th. Looks like my plans to get into the RN program have been backed up and need retooled. Looks like 3 years to get it now instead of 2. Oi, gets farther away all the time. At this rate, I'll never get it.

Alright, time to go. Bai Bai.

~WeyrCat's Treo