A lot of things have happened to me; got pulled over by a cop, house sitted for a former co-worker of my sister, and had a adventure there, made it though the Mother's day delivery rush, and am now sick. Car is also still overheating.
Being pulled over by the cop: I was very tired, and made a bad judgment call. I was watching the on coming traffic while waiting to make a left hand turn. Suddenly I realized the light was yellow and turned to red as I pressed the accelerator. As I drove down the street, I spotted the cop car switch lanes to get behind me. At that point I knew I was going to be pulled over. A few minutes later, the cop turned on his lights and I pulled over on a side street. He did not ask me for my registration. . . he got a look at the interior of my car I think. He explained what I had done, i.g.; turned on a red light, and I explained why, and he was looking at my car. . . my filled to above the seat, front and back with crap (empty Pepsi bottles, cracker boxes, and my knitting bag) car. You see, lately it seems, the cops search a lot, if not all the cars they pull over. I think the cop looked at MY car and didn't want to wade through my mess. The cop said "Don't I know you from somewhere?" and I said where I worked and he then told me not to do it again, have a nice night and RAN back to his car and drove off! I did not get a ticket because my car was total squalor!
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Ah, the house sitting. It was pretty nice. We will call the woman I housesitted for, Cindy. Cindy and her husband have been working on their house for several years. It has changed since the last time I housesitted for them. The second bathroom is no longer a storage place, but an actually working bathroom. The bedroom I stayed in last time, has been converted into an office. There is new wallpaper and paint. It has turned out very nice. I had a walkthru with Cindy about five days before the job started. Fortunately as it turned out. The first day I went over there at seven to feed the animals. Their kids were in 4H and strangely enough they didn't get rid of the animals when the kids moved out, but actually replaced them when the old ones died! There are three dogs, two golden retrivers, brother and sister, and an old black dog who is related to the now dead dog that I tool care of before. Scotter the cat is still there, a fish alaruim, a pair of nasty geese, one duck, a sleep, a goat, and chickens.
Cindy left me an instruction sheet. I looked at it before starting out, which was good, as I hadn't know about the fish. Worked my way thru the list. Got to the chickens. My hands were full, with the containers as I went into the chicken coop. So I left the door open. I didn't think this would be a problem as my sister's chickens rush the feed. But as I filled the trough with the scratch, I realized that there were only one or two chickens feeding. I look up. The other chickens, realizing the door was open, were singing "Freedom" by George Michaels and were going thought the door, where the three dogs were trying to kill them! Augh! I rush out and bustle the dogs back to the house, by screaming "Supper Time, Supper Time" at the top of my lungs. I go back to the coop and try to chase the chickens back in. Partial success. Call sister up. She will come over and help me get them back in. I decide to call Cindy. I take instruction sheet out of my pocket with the three phone numbers in Michigan. The goat rips it out of my hand and eats it. Oh, we did an involuntary conga for about 45 seconds, the goat's hips being the closest I get to it's mouth. When only an quarter of an inch was left outside the goats mouth, I gave up. I try the phone number on my phone, I'm lucky, it's Cindy's cell phone. Now, hopefully, she took it with her. I get the phone mail, and I leave a message. About an half hour later, Cindy calls me back. She laughs when I tell her about the goat. She tells me to take the dogs out the front that night and let the chickens stay out and leave the coop door open and at sunset, they will go back in to roost. I go back between my jobs, around five. The chickens still haven't gone back in. I take a chance and let them out in the back anyway. I have no idea why I did this. It turns out they have no real interest in the chickens now that they have found (or kept) the rotting body of a cat. The front is wet brown skin and skeletonized bone. The middle is gone, only the back bone remains. The end is perfect and looks FRESH. Probably boated with gases. I chase the dogs away from it and bring them in. I don't know what to do with the cat. It's not my house, I don't know where anything is. There are no paper towels, what am I suppose to pick it up with, put it into? I decide to think about it. That night I come up with a plan, I will save a box from the pizza place and use a plastic bag and the gardening tools to get the cat into the box and then into the dumpster. The next morning I let the dogs out and get the box. I go to where the cat is. No cat. Oh there's chunks of fur, but no body or bones. What the hell? I go back in to the house. Later I realize one of the dogs is chewing on something. I go out and look at it. It's one of the forelegs. I take it away from the dog with my bare hand. Ewee.
I stay until the daughter shows up on Sunday, like Cindy asks. The daughter is very unfriendly and wants me gone. So I leave.
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On Tuesday (we are onto the the florist job now), I had another driver helping me. The next day him, and the Monday driver, the rest of the week, five drivers. I take 18, 21, 24, 25, 31. I'm assuming it was a really good week and the florist seem to be in a very good mood. I got lunch every day. So maybe the talk at the trade luncheon was about being sued over not getting legal breaks? I have no idea what will happen now. This is now the slow time, for the rest of the summer. I was delivering around 13 to 18 on the "Busy" time. What will it be like now, and will I be laid off? Time will tell and I'm going to try not to worry about it. I can't do anything about it anyway.
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I put the car back into the shop on Monday when it overheated when I was working for the day driver at the pizza place. They had to shut down delivery. But, once again it wouldn't over heat for them. I got it back Tuesday. I had to walk to work that morning. God, my feet hurt afterwards. My left foot cramped up and I had to walk on it all day, as fast as I could. It hurt the rest of the week.
The car place didn't charge me anything. They just gave me back the key and told me to bring it back when I had broken it more. Ha Ha! The pizza place is beginning to think I'm making it up to get out of work. But it seems to over heat after I'm made about five deliveries. It doesn't do it just sitting still at the car shop. So, sensors or relays. Wonder how much it cost to replace them?
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