Today’s Friday Tomfoolery is a continuation of last's weeks desk drama.
From the desk of Ami, we had finally adapted to a 2 laptop system by which I was angled, neck craned, eyes squinted at one screen. I mumbled to myself, then turned to face the primary laptop's screen. I'd make adjustments, then lather, rinse, repeat. It's ugly people. Ug-ly. It was also, finally, working in a rhythmic way. However, I found out that my monitor was making its way to me. I had no idea since I didn't order it or have the tracking info. The keyboard and the stand came right away.
It started with me making a joke about a pair of riding boots taking another drive with the UPS driver (I'm going riding, people!). They were supposed to arrive Wednesday, but didn't. The joke is, UPS gives provides a "live" map indicating where the package is in relation to your shipping address, and you can check on it. I like to do that so I have the dogs in and the gate open--I don't like to make delivery people wait. Their job is hard enough as is. Plus, I'm a believer in Murphy's law--the minute I close the gate and let the dogs out the driver will arrive. But the package looped around our house when it was "in the area," for hours, only to return to the hub. Then, rescheduled delivery. That's okay. Last night, when I mentioned why I had the gate open, Chief checks his cell and says, "Oh, your monitor should be arriving today, too." I respond with, "Great, they're riding around with each other. My boots and monitor are keeping each other company." Of course, creating a visual for myself, and cracking myself up.
Sure, I'm all casual about it, but now we're circling closer to the "new" delivery time. At this point, I'm like that woman from the Mervyn's commercial, "Open, open, open." That GIF didn't show up here, so I used the next best thing--a UPS driver with a sense of humor--my favorite sort of people.😁