Our contractor, a habitual liar, claimed that the fill was top notch. Maybe so, but it still was very rocky. In order to plant the rose bushes, I had to dig giant holes and then fill them with garden soil from the nursery. So far they are doing very well.
Well, I had my interview today for the Master Gardner training. All in all, I think it went well. I was glad I brought my pictures to show the head guy. He looked at every one, and even asked me questions about my plants. One factor in my favor is that the applicants for the training are about 85% women, so I think they are happy when a man applies. Even a shell of the man he used to be.
The training class begins on September eighth and continues into January. After that there is a commitment to work for the Extension Service for a total of fifty hours the following year.
After the interview, I stopped at a store to get a drink. I was thirsty on the way over, but I have a history of spilling things on my shirt, so I didn't risk it.
As I passed a group of people waiting in a line to pay, I was vaguely aware of a man staring at me. I am accustomed to women staring at me, but a man staring is rarely a good thing because it usually means they are pissed about something. I took a quick glance and wasn't sure if he looked familiar or not. One of the problems I have is recognizing people out of the context in which I am used to seeing them.
It turned out to be a guy I worked with years ago. He moved to Colorado in the early nineties and I haven't seen him since. In fact, I didn't really even know him except to pass him in the hallway.
He was put off that I said that I didn't recognize him. His exact words were, "Gee, thanks a lot". I felt like I was caught in an episode of Seinfeld. He seemed genuinely surprised and annoyed that I didn't know who he was. Heck, I'm not sure who was President fifteen years ago, let alone some guy I worked on the same floor with. I just thought the whole thing was weird.
I also have to mention that UPS delivered a package to me today without incident. So kudos to the fine folks at UPS. Don't write to me.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
3 comments:
I should take a class!
Years ago, when I worked at a hardware store in college, I bought a scraggly, misshapen ligustrum bush for about a dollar. It was also on the way to the trash can. Instead, I took it home and planted it in our backyard. Today, it is a huge, beautiful bush.
If I see someone out of context and say hi, I usually say something to help them remember me -- my name, or were they know me from. It's a little much to just expect people to remember.
History of spilling things on your shirt....haaaaaaaaaa ha!
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