Oh the Trials and Tribbilations
Feb. 22nd, 2007 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaitouLast night I was kind of in a crummy mood despite surviving both the ISO Audit and a particularly nasty monthly Quality Meeting. So I called my Dad and we had a great conversation. When I was a kid I told myself that I was never ever going into manufacturing after all the horror stories my parents always had. Now, of course, I've turned into my parents so I DO work in manufacturing. The good thing about that is that now when I have MY horror stories, they understand completely. And always have really good advice.
So Dad and I talked about Audits and Consulting and then we moved on to Shakespeare, Reality Television, the history of leafblowers, Writing and the Dresden Files. I was in a much better mood after talking to him. I usually am after talking to either of my parents. They're both really quite awesome.
Then, of course, I burned my hand in the dishwasher, which is a feat of amazingness usually reserved for my Aunt Kathy who once ran over her foot with her own car. I've got a nice line of blisters right at the base of my fingers, which no bandaid really works on. The blisters are of a fairly decent size, but really they blend in with my palms, which really ruins the sob factor...you know, when you dramatically show someone your wound and they squint and go "where?" Although it is completely possible that I'm just a wuss. But really it doesn't hurt very much anymore, even when I type.
So Dad and I talked about Audits and Consulting and then we moved on to Shakespeare, Reality Television, the history of leafblowers, Writing and the Dresden Files. I was in a much better mood after talking to him. I usually am after talking to either of my parents. They're both really quite awesome.
Then, of course, I burned my hand in the dishwasher, which is a feat of amazingness usually reserved for my Aunt Kathy who once ran over her foot with her own car. I've got a nice line of blisters right at the base of my fingers, which no bandaid really works on. The blisters are of a fairly decent size, but really they blend in with my palms, which really ruins the sob factor...you know, when you dramatically show someone your wound and they squint and go "where?" Although it is completely possible that I'm just a wuss. But really it doesn't hurt very much anymore, even when I type.
