A day at the printer

Question: If you burn popcorn in a plastic popcorn maker and it actually melts an leaves a film in the microwave..... are the fumes deadly?
I am not dead so obviously not. They can't be good for you, though.

My illustrious designer and I spent the day at the printer on the biggest project of the year. My day started at 5 a.m., we met at the bank and I followed him to the printer. I thought it would be a morning for me, two full days for him. He was staying overnight, compliments of printer and I would head back.
I got home at 7:30 p.m. A little wore out, and minorly pissed.

We made some major edits and the process really is laborious. A lot of waiting around, basically. Well, we had stuff to do, so that wasn't so bad. But here's where it got ugly.
Mid morning, we were both sitting in the small room where we could answer emails and the like, and the owner of the shop pops in (he did that a lot) and says Kris, here are two tickets for the wilds game tonight. Kris was elated, I was livid. What am I invisible?

Benign enough... one would think. I fumed and fussed, so, no doubt the gift for kris was ruined. He offered to give them back. I told him to enjoy them. I know there is something fundamentally wrong about this vendor giving my employee right in front of me a gift with an equivilent of $120.

So, as I often do when my emotions are enraged, I asked a few people. One said, I'd let it go like water off a ducks back. One said that jerk, you should have asked him where your tickets were? another said, Jan, there are better things to get bent out of shape about. I said I was going to send the jerk a check after we're done with the job with a letter saying it's not my policy to have employees accept large gifts and I would have preferred he ask me first. Your dad says... let it go, basically. He should have asked you, but just walk away.
What is wrong with me that I get so bent out of shape about stuff like this... I think I have to learn to pick my battles like my wise son in law Jason advised. Hope Kris had a great time in spite of the asshole. :-)
Which one you ask...?

Another random thought...
My oldest daughter told me she thought a 20 year old responded to her blog. That jarred a thought in my little brain. Well, I have never really been 20, so maybe that's ok.
Not complaining, mind you, but when I was 20I had my first (her), and three more by the time I was 26. I've never really lived my 20s. So, here I am... 20 again. Well that's probably who was reacting in above section... so hey... what are you up to?