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1. On Monday morning, as I was about to get into the shower, my landlady called. This is approximately how our conversation went:
Landlady: Did you pay your rent this month?
Liz: Yes, of course I did.
Landlady: You're usually very prompt about that, which is why I was asking. Because I never got the check. Or at least I don't think I did; I don't remember depositing it anyway.
Liz: I'm quite sure I sent it.
Landlady: Oh, I believe you! What probably happened is I've been having some trouble with my mailbox, where the lid kept flipping up and stuff would blow out.
Liz: Um.
Landlady: I bet your check is buried under a snowbank right now.
Liz: Oh.
Landlady: So please write a new one.
Liz: I'd like to check with my bank first, to make sure it hasn't been cashed. So, I should write you a new check minus the fee for stopping the old one?
Landlady: No, you don't need to bother, because the bank is liable if somebody fraudulently cashes the old one.
Liz: *prudently doesn't mention that she's actually afraid Landlady will cash the first check by accident if it's still legible after melting out of the snowbank*
Liz: *prudently also doesn't mention the time Landlady deposited a rent check back into Liz's own account, which resulted in the bank debiting twice the value of her monthly rent when they accidentally fixed the error twice*
Liz: Okay, no change to the usual amount. But I still need to check with the bank first.
Landlady: No problem!
And then I was late for work.
The check has indeed not been cashed, so I planned to write a replacement tonight and put it out for tomorrow's mail pickup. And then this evening, I got a text from Landlady asking if I'd mailed it yet, because if not she could come pick it up in person this evening. I said I wouldn't be home until 7:45pm, and had not yet written the check. She said that was fine, just put it out and she'd pick it up sometime after 8pm.
It's 10:30pm now. She still hasn't picked it up.
*twitch*
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2. Every Wednesday the smoke shop gets a delivery from Elmira Distributing. It is supposed to arrive between 11am and, say, 4pm. They are our major cigarette supplier. We ran out of at least one type of cigarette today that was going to be in the scheduled delivery.
Do you know when the delivery arrived?
6:57pm, exactly three minutes before I locked the door and closed the store for the night. So then I had to check in the order and put the cigarettes away, because neither Sweetheart nor Hipster Girl has a key to the cigarette storage case and it's bad form to leave $900 of merchandise just lying around on the floor behind the counter. Then, of course, I had to redo my cigarette inventory tallies, and process the invoices, and the upshot is that I didn't get out the door until 7:30.
Gnrgh.
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3. In much less frustrating news, I tried out my new crockpot last night! Basically I took my usual stir fry ingredients -- bell pepper, yellow squash, onion, chicken -- and chucked them into the crockpot instead of frying them on the stove. Also, I added maybe 1.5 cups of water, some salt, some black pepper, and two old packets of chicken bouillon that were originally meant for ramen noodles. (I am weird and eat ramen like a dry noodle side dish rather than as a brothy-soupy thing. This means I only use about half a packet on each batch of noodles, and have saved up a lot of packets over the years.) I cooked the whole mess on high for a little over four hours, poured it into a big refrigerator container to store overnight, and tonight sampled the results.
Conclusion: not a half bad chicken soup. It would be better with some peas and carrots as well, not to mention some noodles or potato, and I think a couple basil leaves for flavor, but what the hell, it worked. :-) And while chopping ingredients is still a pain, it is so nice not to have to stand over the stove while everything cooks.
I may buy ingredients for pot roast this weekend. :-D
Landlady: Did you pay your rent this month?
Liz: Yes, of course I did.
Landlady: You're usually very prompt about that, which is why I was asking. Because I never got the check. Or at least I don't think I did; I don't remember depositing it anyway.
Liz: I'm quite sure I sent it.
Landlady: Oh, I believe you! What probably happened is I've been having some trouble with my mailbox, where the lid kept flipping up and stuff would blow out.
Liz: Um.
Landlady: I bet your check is buried under a snowbank right now.
Liz: Oh.
Landlady: So please write a new one.
Liz: I'd like to check with my bank first, to make sure it hasn't been cashed. So, I should write you a new check minus the fee for stopping the old one?
Landlady: No, you don't need to bother, because the bank is liable if somebody fraudulently cashes the old one.
Liz: *prudently doesn't mention that she's actually afraid Landlady will cash the first check by accident if it's still legible after melting out of the snowbank*
Liz: *prudently also doesn't mention the time Landlady deposited a rent check back into Liz's own account, which resulted in the bank debiting twice the value of her monthly rent when they accidentally fixed the error twice*
Liz: Okay, no change to the usual amount. But I still need to check with the bank first.
Landlady: No problem!
And then I was late for work.
The check has indeed not been cashed, so I planned to write a replacement tonight and put it out for tomorrow's mail pickup. And then this evening, I got a text from Landlady asking if I'd mailed it yet, because if not she could come pick it up in person this evening. I said I wouldn't be home until 7:45pm, and had not yet written the check. She said that was fine, just put it out and she'd pick it up sometime after 8pm.
It's 10:30pm now. She still hasn't picked it up.
*twitch*
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2. Every Wednesday the smoke shop gets a delivery from Elmira Distributing. It is supposed to arrive between 11am and, say, 4pm. They are our major cigarette supplier. We ran out of at least one type of cigarette today that was going to be in the scheduled delivery.
Do you know when the delivery arrived?
6:57pm, exactly three minutes before I locked the door and closed the store for the night. So then I had to check in the order and put the cigarettes away, because neither Sweetheart nor Hipster Girl has a key to the cigarette storage case and it's bad form to leave $900 of merchandise just lying around on the floor behind the counter. Then, of course, I had to redo my cigarette inventory tallies, and process the invoices, and the upshot is that I didn't get out the door until 7:30.
Gnrgh.
---------------
3. In much less frustrating news, I tried out my new crockpot last night! Basically I took my usual stir fry ingredients -- bell pepper, yellow squash, onion, chicken -- and chucked them into the crockpot instead of frying them on the stove. Also, I added maybe 1.5 cups of water, some salt, some black pepper, and two old packets of chicken bouillon that were originally meant for ramen noodles. (I am weird and eat ramen like a dry noodle side dish rather than as a brothy-soupy thing. This means I only use about half a packet on each batch of noodles, and have saved up a lot of packets over the years.) I cooked the whole mess on high for a little over four hours, poured it into a big refrigerator container to store overnight, and tonight sampled the results.
Conclusion: not a half bad chicken soup. It would be better with some peas and carrots as well, not to mention some noodles or potato, and I think a couple basil leaves for flavor, but what the hell, it worked. :-) And while chopping ingredients is still a pain, it is so nice not to have to stand over the stove while everything cooks.
I may buy ingredients for pot roast this weekend. :-D
