A Little Fuzzy

One of the things that happens when I am in a slump is that my brain does not always work right. I do and say weird things. No rhyme or reason.

Tuesday evening I decided that I did not want to cook.

Tuesday was my worst day.

Never mind the boxes, add in having a fuzzy brain on top of it and you can only imagine what its been like.

Although not this time around but previously, I have been known to stand in front of the swinging doors frustrated that it was not automatically opening. Which it would not, because it is a swinging door!

Tuesday I get home.

I am moving slowly, no energy, puttering putting the few groceries away. Looking after the cats food and litter boxes. Changing. Getting my coffee ready. By the time I sat down it was after 6. And I was exhausted.

Prior to that, this incident occurred.

I was in no mood to cook.

I bought myself a rotisserie chicken for supper. Also means I would have left overs and not have to cook for a couple of days.

I pulled the chicken out of the bag and went to put it into the microwave. Bypassed the microwave and opened the freezer door.

Standing there, hot chicken in one hand, the freezer door in the other, head cocked to the side, I was trying to figure out how I was going to fit the chicken into the freezer. I just wanted to shove it in.

And that is when I remembered, I had a hot chicken and wanted the microwave. Not the freezer.

Fuzzy Brain Alert.

Too make things even better, as I was leaving work yesterday I was telling K how I had to go and get gas because I was almost on empty. Stopped and laughed, I had filled it in the morning before going to work.

Fuzzy Fuzzy Brain Alert.

Ain’t The Brain A Funny Thing?

I am the new Sanitation champion at work.
It is not as fancy as it sounds.
Basically I audit the departments for cleanliness, sanitation, documentation etc. before the outside auditor comes in.
This is to ensure we pass.
I am the 👀👀 catching the no no’s before the big 👀👀👀’s come in.
Saturday I was explaining to the women in one department that our ppm (parts per million) was 200.
They were shocked.
Had been told it was okay to be up to 400.
I said no it has always been 200 going all the way back to when I worked in the seafood department.
I showed them the paper and noted that the 400 was in the spray bottles in Ontario.
Which lead to why on earth is it on there?
Who knows?
I told them no biggie we caught it and can fix it.
I even said it is entirely possible to blank right out.
Reading it as 200-400 ignoring/not seeing the bit about Ontario and spray bottles.
They looked at me skeptically.
As if this was possible.
So I shared this story with them:
Last Tuesday while sitting waiting to be called to have T registered I am staring at the Red and Yellow lines on the floor.
I am trying to find the green line.
The sign in front of me says please stay behind the green line until you are called.
I was so confused.
There was no green line.
After being registered we sat down again until we could be triaged.
The sign there says please stay behind the YELLOW line until you are called.
I then turn to look at the other sign again which reads:
Please stay behind the RED line until you are called.
Which makes way more sense then green.
Then yesterday I am standing at the deli counter waiting to get my customer’s order.
There are t.v.’s playing in each department with ideas and new items for that area.
Idly watching the screen my eyes are not really paying attention until I get to cursed meat.
My eyebrow shot right up and I am trying like hell to figure out why we are offering up cursed meat.
Another looked rendered the word into cured.
I laughed.
So damn hard.
Could you imagine:
I’ll take 20lbs of cursed meat. The mil is coming for supper tonight.
©July 6/22
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