Question:
How in the world do you clean a baster?

Where did this question ceom from? Now, y'all know by now there's a story behind it.

I was doing dishes this morning (yes, I actually rolled out of bed at 8:30 in time to take Lou to work. Well, I needed to cash a check I got yesterday on my way to work that I didn't have time to cash then...but I'm digressing) and I found the bulb to my turkey baster. The baster part itself, however was missing. Then I remembered: I tossed the baster in the trash, cuz I couldn't get it clean. I tried everything: dishcloth twisted tiny, bottle washer, toothbrush (oh stop, it was a NEW toothbrush that I bought for cleaning non-oral, inanimate nooks and crannies), I even boiled it. All to no avail. So finally I said "to hell with it, out you go!" and made an awesome three-point shot at the buzzer from the kitchen sink to the trash can.

That was the fourth baster I have had to throw away. I can't get them clean to save my life. Anyone have any ideas?

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I'm liking my new shift. It's calmer, and the people I work with, including my Sups are more laid back. For the most part, the evening calls are easy -- mainly IT guys in hospitals and sorter room workers from banks calling to tell me that their tape drives are failing or they have INF checks on sensor 2 loc 0.

okay, I know that meant nothing to most of you, but to me it equates to easy nights at work -- always a good thing.

However (didn't you see that coming...I know you did!) last night I had some of the weirdest calls ever. The calls themselves weren't weird, pretty run-of-the-mill. At least they would have been had the callers had ANY clue what they were doing. A brief recap:

Guy from Naw'lans calls. He needs to ask a tech a question. Only problem: he was drunk as a skunk and couldn't remember what the question was. He had written it down on a sheet of paper, but in his deep inebriation lost the paper. The guy couldn't remember his question, but he could remember our number and model number of the machine he wanted to ask questions about. Go figure.

Another example: Woman from NY calls and requests that we place a service call for her server. Okay..no problem. Tell me where the server is. She doesn't know. Doesn't know the address. I ask if it is in a different location than she is. She says the MACHINE IS SITTING NEXT TO HER! Uh, how can you be in a building and not know where you are? I suggest she find a business card or stationery and tell me address. You would thought I had just ordained her Queen. I was brilliant! The coolest thing created since the freezer...alrighty then...

But wait...now we enter the "I know what I'm doing, you are the moron!" portion of the evening.

Guy calls me: needs to place a service call. Okay..give me the machine type. Gives me a number that is not a machine type for any machine I know of. I ask him what type of machine he has. He tells me, and I immediately know that they machine type should start with a 7. He doesn't believe me. Insists that the number he gave me was the right one. it's not....I know this. Guy gets mad, calls me a few choice names...hangs up. Boo hoo...I'm losing sleep over that. NOT!

Ten minutes later...same guy calls me back. Gives me a machine type that, wonders of wonders, begins with a 7. Then mentions that he talked to someone in my department a few minutes earlier, and that she wasn't helpful and could have saved him valuable time if she would have simply informed him that the first machine type he offered was wrong.

What the ?!@#$!....

Those were a few of the weirdos and morons that I talked to yesterday. There were several more, including a government agency that apparently forgot to pay their maintenance bill and now none of their machines have extended warranties.

Yep..your government at work. Gotta love it.

- posted by Kim @ 2:13 PM