Random Ramblings Are Random

I watched videos on YouTube today concerning misconceptions about German and the German language and found myself nodding along with them. Why? Because, even though I live in Canada, I've come up against many of these misconceptions myself due to my last name. My legal last name is German. My dad was born in Germany during WWII. My Opa fought on the side of Germany during that same war. I was born here. I was not taught German growing up. My dad never spoke much about his life before coming to Canada. Ditto for my Opa. Now, I'd heard Opa speak German so I knew that the language wasn't as harsh and guttural as a lot of non-Germal people seemed to believe. I understood where people got the impression that the language was harsh, filled with over-pronunciation, rolled Rs, and sounded angry. Listen to Nazi propaganda speeches and you'll understand. But what folks don't understand is that this particular pronunciation was an affectation and not common in most German dial

I hate being sick. I woke up last Friday feeling like I'd gargled glass. This is almost always a precursor to me being incredibly sick, and this time it was definitely a prediction of how sick I'd spend the past week. Yet, I still showed up to work. I was really grateful that for four of my five shifts were management shifts where I could essentially hide in the office because I was not feeling at all comfortable being around people being as sick as I was. I swear that was dealing with hot and cold flashes along the same intensity I experienced when I was dealing with menopause. It was horrible. I'm still dealing with the tail end of whatever it was I had. I did test to make sure it wasn't COVID, and thankfully the tests came back negative. I did end up finishing off the last of my supply of Buckley's cough elixir, and I think tonight will see the last of the Nyquil. Thank fuck I get paid tomorrow because my first stop will be the drugstore so I can pick up more Buc

So, I did end up working a shift last night. And the idiot who called out sick showed up to buy a few things from the store. I'm a firm believer that if you call out sick from work for whatever reason that you don't go near the place during the hours you were supposed to work. At least he looked like he wasn't feeling the greatest, but I'm from a generation that would show up to work even if we were half-dead. Different work ethics at play, obviously. And I did manage to get an hour of sleep before going into work yesterday. I did end up buying a few things to eat for today, but not the sandwich and the can of pasta I was originally contemplating. Baked beans, Cheese Whiz, gummy candies, and a bag of chips...and only because I had reached out to my daughter to help get me home last night due to how shitty the buses are late at night in this city. Originally, I only had enough on my card to get me home, no tip, so I reached out to my kiddo for $25 - she sent me $30. Whic

Today's journey in cleaning my apartment saw me finally fully clean my fridge out and also clear off the top of my dryer. Progress is being made! And I haven't started backsliding with the rest of the stuff that was previous accomplished. Slow but steady wins the race, right? I knew that my fridge was in dire need of cleaning. I hadn't touched it in around five years, other than to clear rotten and expired stuff out of it occasionally, and only because I'd had no room to put in anything else. Hell, around 5-ish years ago a bottle of home-made wine had exploded in the fridge and I'd never gotten around to cleaning the resulting mess in all that time. Oh, the bottle had been tossed in the garbage back when the cork had exploded out of it, but that was about it. And I have no idea about what some of the other sticky messes were from, but I did know that it all needed to be cleaned out once and for all. The top of my dryer tends to be where I just toss shit to be dealt