3 things: cooking, work, and appliances

[edenfalling]

1. I am making a crockpot thing with chicken, onion, green pepper, tomato, a Lipton garlic and whatever seasoning packet, and some white wine. I have no idea how it will turn out -- this is an experiment -- but it should be done sometime tomorrow morning and I'll probably have some for Sunday lunch or dinner, at which point I will report back.

I am sure it will at least be edible, but there's a big difference between edible and good, you know?

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2. Valley Boss has formally passed me over to Hill Boss, which means my scheduled hours have been significantly reduced for the next few weeks. This was likely to happen anyway, as Valley Boss acquired a couple more receptionists to work into her schedule, but it's still a little sad. On the bright side, this does mean I'll have more time for college reading and job searching, so. *makes equivocating gesture* Six of one, half a dozen of the other, I guess.

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3. I had a scare with my refrigerator yesterday. It made really distressing noises around midnight on Thursday, and on Friday the door felt a little reluctant to open and the cold air didn't come on the way it usually does, even when I opened the freezer. But I decided to wait an hour before calling Landlady, in case of false alarms, and about forty minutes later things were working normally.

I'm going to keep a closer eye on the fridge from here on, though, because a dead refrigerator is not something anybody needs.

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[speakr2customrs.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to keep a closer eye on the fridge from here on, though, because a dead refrigerator is not something anybody needs."


Indiana Jones needed a dead refrigerator to protect him from a nuclear explosion (although protagonist privilege and a moron of a scriptwriter probably gave him more protection than the fridge).

[edenfalling]

(although protagonist privilege and a moron of a scriptwriter probably gave him more protection than the fridge)

Sad, but true! In any case, I don't have the space to keep a dead fridge around in case of apocalyptic scenarios. I suppose I'll simply have to burn and/or die hideously of radiation poisoning.