(This will be all old news to Joe.)
Sunday (or was it Saturday?) I was working at Hy-Vee and was in the bathroom drying my hands. A woman came in and was like, 'OH! Am I in the right place?' And then realizing that she indeed had gone to the right bathroom and I indeed was a woman as well, she tried to cover it up by saying, 'Because I get lost all of the time.' No dice lady, you thought I was a boy. But I do take comfort in the fact that I know this lady to be crazy. When I worked in the deli, we would sometimes have to make her sandwich two, three times before she was happy. So now my options are #1-wear pink 24/7, #2-wear a large bow in my hair or #3-grow out my hair which while the most socially acceptable option is actually the one I least like. I hate myself with long hair!
Then yesterday at the farm I was so proud of myself. I was rushing around all day doing all sorts of things. I managed not to mangle the barn or the skid loader when I pushed out manure and bedding and then I loaded it onto the manure spreader. There was no damage and this is something I don't normally help out with. Then I decided to move the weaned calves from their hutches to the super domes. This normally involves backing the truck and trailer up to a gate but I figured that if I just turned around and got close enough to the fence I could use the trailer door and the gate to shoo out the calves. The field maintance guys had parked a trailer in the way of the road to the calves so I would have to go around the shop to be able to make the turn. No problem. I was making my way around the shop careful not to run over the piece of tin siding as to pop a tire when I ran the trailer into a piece of equipment! It didn't look too bad but I dented the wheel well over the tire and slashed it. We managed to pop it out with a crowbar. I'm sorry I did it but do take comfort in the fact that it wasn't the truck and that everyone has hit/dented something in the past. John luckily wasn't too angry.
I've also been put in charge of breaking 994 aka Fred the Red Holstein to lead. So its either 1500 pounds of cow dragging me around or 135 pounds of me trying to drag her around. Either way its bad.
Freiday, Frei and I went to Harpo's with some of her classmates for free beer. There wasn't any but I still ended up drunk. Then we went to Cody's. There I rode the mechanical bull and baby, did I ride it! (Frei has pictures if you would like to see them.) I also ran into Ross from produce at Hy-Vee and three managers including Brad the assistant store manager who talked to me for a long agonizing time and told me drunkenly that I was a good person.
PS-I bought my absolutly ridiculous shoes![EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on April 26, 2011.]
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