mm jerk chicken
Jun. 10th, 2005 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Dave made jerk chicken and rice pilaf for dinner. It was really, really tasty. His aunt has an excellent recipe for jerk chicken and we have a scan of it. (Many of our best recipes were snatched this way, thrown onto his mom's scanner during one frantic evening on a visit to Buffalo. It's actually kind of a pain and I wish my printer worked well so I could print them out.)
Work was moderately uneventful. I ran around like a twit a lot, and I don't know that it was worthwhile, but eh well. On my way out I unwisely stopped to chat with a coworker who rapidly determined that I live "near" her and so I wound up giving her a ride home. But still! It'd've taken her hours to go by bus and then the other bus, and she does it every day, and it wasn't that far out of my way, and she's a sweetheart really. She's mentally disabled, how I'm not sure-- she is on disability, but isn't quite disabled enough to earn enough disability that she can't work... Etc. She's been with my company for like 8 years now and I actually quite like working with her because while she's a chatterbox and is frequently indignant, she also has a reasonable sense of humor and it's easy enough not to get on her bad side. (Here's a hint: don't pat her on the head, even though she's only about four feet ten. Never pat people on the head, is one of my life lessons I impart to you.) She filled my ears with indignation about how one of the managers knows she has comphrehension problems and is trying to use that to convince her that he didn't promise her a raise that he actually did. She strikes me as a pretty canny person-- she knows her disability, and she was careful to have someone else present for all the conversations of the negotiation, and if she couldn't have someone else there with her, she insists she always made sure to ask questions until she was positive she understood. I know the manager in question and I've little doubt he's being an asshole and trying to weasel his way out of something by saying she misunderstood-- but I also think she's right in that it's pretty low of him to pull something like that on a mentally disabled employee. Who he knows is mentally disabled. Yes. I'm with her on being indignant about that.
Anyhow. Talking to her is kinda like that. You see how long I went on just there? That was my car ride home. But she's a sweetheart in her own odd way, so I didn't really mind my little scenic tour of the Grant/Amherst/West Side neighborhood.
I am suddenly filled with a desire to work on the original novel about the barbarians again. Does that make me bad? I wish I could post it on treigylgweith, but it's become quite a nice little Elfslash-haven at the moment and I think it would just get confusingly mixed in-- but then, I haven't much time to write, and I think once the wearying crush of my typical weekend is over I'll probably be back to Elfslash again. (I am still working on Ecthelion's PTSD.) So I think i just won't post any of the orig fic just yet.
(I also had an Eomer/Lothiriel plotbunny nibble mildly at me last night while trying to fall asleep amid the thunder. Isn't that weird? They're still in my head! I'm so pleased. I wonder if I can even still write het. Just kidding. Hah.)
Work was moderately uneventful. I ran around like a twit a lot, and I don't know that it was worthwhile, but eh well. On my way out I unwisely stopped to chat with a coworker who rapidly determined that I live "near" her and so I wound up giving her a ride home. But still! It'd've taken her hours to go by bus and then the other bus, and she does it every day, and it wasn't that far out of my way, and she's a sweetheart really. She's mentally disabled, how I'm not sure-- she is on disability, but isn't quite disabled enough to earn enough disability that she can't work... Etc. She's been with my company for like 8 years now and I actually quite like working with her because while she's a chatterbox and is frequently indignant, she also has a reasonable sense of humor and it's easy enough not to get on her bad side. (Here's a hint: don't pat her on the head, even though she's only about four feet ten. Never pat people on the head, is one of my life lessons I impart to you.) She filled my ears with indignation about how one of the managers knows she has comphrehension problems and is trying to use that to convince her that he didn't promise her a raise that he actually did. She strikes me as a pretty canny person-- she knows her disability, and she was careful to have someone else present for all the conversations of the negotiation, and if she couldn't have someone else there with her, she insists she always made sure to ask questions until she was positive she understood. I know the manager in question and I've little doubt he's being an asshole and trying to weasel his way out of something by saying she misunderstood-- but I also think she's right in that it's pretty low of him to pull something like that on a mentally disabled employee. Who he knows is mentally disabled. Yes. I'm with her on being indignant about that.
Anyhow. Talking to her is kinda like that. You see how long I went on just there? That was my car ride home. But she's a sweetheart in her own odd way, so I didn't really mind my little scenic tour of the Grant/Amherst/West Side neighborhood.
I am suddenly filled with a desire to work on the original novel about the barbarians again. Does that make me bad? I wish I could post it on treigylgweith, but it's become quite a nice little Elfslash-haven at the moment and I think it would just get confusingly mixed in-- but then, I haven't much time to write, and I think once the wearying crush of my typical weekend is over I'll probably be back to Elfslash again. (I am still working on Ecthelion's PTSD.) So I think i just won't post any of the orig fic just yet.
(I also had an Eomer/Lothiriel plotbunny nibble mildly at me last night while trying to fall asleep amid the thunder. Isn't that weird? They're still in my head! I'm so pleased. I wonder if I can even still write het. Just kidding. Hah.)
