Annoying Afternoon
Dec. 1st, 2006 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewayneOn Friday's I work 1-8pm, today I had a couple of things to do so I left the house around 10:30. First thing to take care of: car registration. I paid it online on 11/7, still hadn't received the new tags in the mail. So I stopped in The Village, walked to the post office, no tags. Walked to the Village Office, which is also a State DMV office (I had forgotten that: even though I'd gotten my driver's license there last year, it never occurred to me to pay for my registration there). I sat there for over half an hour, at least the slush that my shoes tracked in had full time to melt. Finally I get waited upon, turns out they couldn't deliver it because I had our street address without the additional -XXXX on the zip code to point them directly to our PO Box.
*sigh* A post card saying that the tags could not be delivered would have been nice. And I have no clue why the post office couldn't put it in our box, they put stuff in it all the time that only has our street address.
Now here's the really cool part -- they were able to print my registration INCLUDING the sticker right in front of me! I walked out with my freshly-printed registration and sticker in hand, only to see a Sysco food deliver truck parked in the street. An ominous feeling developed as I realized it was directly behind my car.
Yep, not enough room for me to back out. I might have been able to drive up onto the sidewalk and then onto the street, but I'm usually not quite that much of an asshole. I happen to catch the deliveryman coming out, he's got at least another ten minutes, so I decide that walking over to Jamocha Bean and having lunch is better than standing there being pissed off for an unknown amount of time.
Jamocha Bean is a superior coffee/sandwich shop, but it's also a bit pricey. I was planning on lunch in Alamogordo and working on some game/database work on my laptop, instead I read the latest issue of 2600 and paid $5 more for comestibles. *sigh* But I had a good time talking with the owner and a worker about restaurants in Alamogordo (basically there are no good ones, though Memories is decent) and sucked down lots of good iced lemonade.
Next stop: three miles down the mountain to our doggie doctor to pick up poodle oil, made from genuine poodles. Actually, it's fish oil that we give Celeste to allegedly help with her scratching. Russet told me to grab her bank card and hit the ATM for money for the oil, I had too much crap to schlep out to the car in 30 degree weather and I forgot it. Jane was gone when I arrived, but she has a sort of inner hallway where she can lock the door to the house but leave the door outside open, she leaves oil & meds (when needed) there for us when she's away. When I pulled up there was a gorgeous big black dog prancing about, very eager to please. I played with him a bit when I got out of my car as Jane's two dogs barked at me. I went into the hallway and started writing my check for the oil and the dogs came to the glass door to continue their barking. The funny part was that one of the dogs, the one that will NEVER stop barking, had one of those inverted cones on his neck.
My first thought was "I'm being barked at by a speaker cone."
Got the oil, played with the big black doggie a bit more, then started down the mountain again.
I've been planning on getting some thermal underwear for a while for use when standing on the catwalk in front of the telescope while my wife blasts the moon with Sagans* of photons, and I was quite surprised to find that Walmart didn't have them. I told Russet about this, she said I'd have to drive up to Ruidoso to find them, I made plans to check K-Mart and Penney's. Today I had about 30-40 minutes once I was in town before I needed to get to work, so I hit K-Mart. No dice, but there's a Big 5 Sporting Goods store across the street, so I gave them a shot. Got a pair of Columbia long johns along with a thingie to put around my neck that I can pull up and cover my nose and mouth with, so that should be good.
My main frustration was with the truck blocking my car, but what can you do. At least now I won't freeze my cajones off late Saturday night, assuming the weather permits the telescope to open. And I learned some things about hacking Sears and Pep Boys POS systems.
(* = 1 Sagan = Billions & Billions)
*sigh* A post card saying that the tags could not be delivered would have been nice. And I have no clue why the post office couldn't put it in our box, they put stuff in it all the time that only has our street address.
Now here's the really cool part -- they were able to print my registration INCLUDING the sticker right in front of me! I walked out with my freshly-printed registration and sticker in hand, only to see a Sysco food deliver truck parked in the street. An ominous feeling developed as I realized it was directly behind my car.
Yep, not enough room for me to back out. I might have been able to drive up onto the sidewalk and then onto the street, but I'm usually not quite that much of an asshole. I happen to catch the deliveryman coming out, he's got at least another ten minutes, so I decide that walking over to Jamocha Bean and having lunch is better than standing there being pissed off for an unknown amount of time.
Jamocha Bean is a superior coffee/sandwich shop, but it's also a bit pricey. I was planning on lunch in Alamogordo and working on some game/database work on my laptop, instead I read the latest issue of 2600 and paid $5 more for comestibles. *sigh* But I had a good time talking with the owner and a worker about restaurants in Alamogordo (basically there are no good ones, though Memories is decent) and sucked down lots of good iced lemonade.
Next stop: three miles down the mountain to our doggie doctor to pick up poodle oil, made from genuine poodles. Actually, it's fish oil that we give Celeste to allegedly help with her scratching. Russet told me to grab her bank card and hit the ATM for money for the oil, I had too much crap to schlep out to the car in 30 degree weather and I forgot it. Jane was gone when I arrived, but she has a sort of inner hallway where she can lock the door to the house but leave the door outside open, she leaves oil & meds (when needed) there for us when she's away. When I pulled up there was a gorgeous big black dog prancing about, very eager to please. I played with him a bit when I got out of my car as Jane's two dogs barked at me. I went into the hallway and started writing my check for the oil and the dogs came to the glass door to continue their barking. The funny part was that one of the dogs, the one that will NEVER stop barking, had one of those inverted cones on his neck.
My first thought was "I'm being barked at by a speaker cone."
Got the oil, played with the big black doggie a bit more, then started down the mountain again.
I've been planning on getting some thermal underwear for a while for use when standing on the catwalk in front of the telescope while my wife blasts the moon with Sagans* of photons, and I was quite surprised to find that Walmart didn't have them. I told Russet about this, she said I'd have to drive up to Ruidoso to find them, I made plans to check K-Mart and Penney's. Today I had about 30-40 minutes once I was in town before I needed to get to work, so I hit K-Mart. No dice, but there's a Big 5 Sporting Goods store across the street, so I gave them a shot. Got a pair of Columbia long johns along with a thingie to put around my neck that I can pull up and cover my nose and mouth with, so that should be good.
My main frustration was with the truck blocking my car, but what can you do. At least now I won't freeze my cajones off late Saturday night, assuming the weather permits the telescope to open. And I learned some things about hacking Sears and Pep Boys POS systems.
(* = 1 Sagan = Billions & Billions)
Who listens to what music?
Date: 2006-12-04 08:49 am (UTC)Who listens to what music?
I Love songs Justin Timberlake and Paris Hilton
Re: Who listens to what music?
Date: 2006-12-04 03:36 pm (UTC)