This is going to be a quick post because I need to get to bed. Spider-Man would take too long, so I am going to start a series of stories from the different jobs I have had. For almost 9 years I worked in a nursing home in central Illinois. For most of that time I held the position of Laundry/Housekeeping Supervisor. One day in our kitchen they had a 10 pound bag of rice that was bad. I never did hear what exactly was wrong with the rice, but someone decided it should be disposed of. Sounds simple, put it in the trash, end of story. Of course, if that had happened I wouldn't be writing about it, would I? Instead of throwing it away, they decided to pour it down the drain. This was not cooked rice, but raw rice. Do you know what happens to rice when water gets involved? Of course you do. It swells up, a lot. Enough to clog the drain. Of course a plumber had to be called. He was very happy to come over. It was New Years Day, so he got paid triple time. The administrator of the home was not amused. No one was fired, but they tread very softly around the home for some time after that. There will be more stories later.
I missed posting yesterday. I was just too tired. My blood pressure is not quite where I want it, but it is getting there. I feel better today than I have in over a week. The countdown is now 13/8.