The last two days I’ve spent some time working on my site. The hubby showed me how to make a cool addition to the navigation bar on the top of the page. You can now go check out all the blog carnivals, just by clicking the new link.
I also updated my About Me page and I’d love to have you go look it over and give me your thoughts.
Its just been ‘one of those weeks’ and this pic of Dory shows exactly how I feel about now… (the hair in my ears is not quite as bad as hers)
I’m really glad the weekend is here!
There will be a few guest posts in the near future… you’ll want to be sure to stop by… you never know who/what you might find here!
Oh… I can’t forget to wish Jason (@br8kthru) a very Happy Birthday today!!!
Since it is Friday… I better leave you with something FUN…
My Daddy (Jim Pogue) is having a birthday next week, and since I had this cute story he sent me to gross out his grandson… I thought I’d share it with you.
Choppers
At 14-1/2 years old, I got my first job that paid $1.10/hr as a “pearl diver” (dishwasher) at a convalescent home. Most of the residents had meal service in their rooms, so I.D. cards with names and dietary restrictions were on each tray when they were sent out and returned to the kitchen.
One night I found something unusual on one particular tray…a set of “dirty” dentures! Using a long handled set of tongs I was able to ‘safely’ remove them, add to the dishwasher load, and run through the high temperature wash and rinse cycles. Now all clean and shiny,, I replaced them on the properly identified tray to be returned the next morning with the breakfast meal.
The next night–here they were again?! I didn’t want to alert the “cook” — she was a very nasty tempered woman — so I repeated the process from the previous night.
Seems the ‘grapevine’ in an “old folks home” travels fast. Over the next few weeks the number of dirty choppers increased to a dozen, or so, sets. I had to devise a method to keep them all separate to avoid sending the wrong teeth to my toothless “clients”.
One day in comes Edith Allen, the big boss,…boy did I get blasted. All the health laws, unsanitary practices, what was I thinking, are you crazy or stupid, blah blah …I thought my life was over. Between my ducking, diving and crying, somehow I maintained my job.
The nurses aids were ordered to instruct “my customers” NOT to send their dentures anymore. I was put “on notice” and my immediate boss, the cook, had me involved in some ugly scullery tasks that I’m pretty sure SHE invented.
As was tradition “tips” were sent at Christmas time for the “kitchen staff” from the patients…I got over $200. The nasty cook got $50.
Got to love those “old folks”!
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That is a laugh-out-loud story — and the perfect gift from a grandfather.
ACK! I don’t know whether to laugh or gag!!!!!!
FUNNY!
that was goooood!
i am going to share this one with my sister, who works in a home for older folks. thanks for sharing.
oh, i love that cat photo, she is so cute…
and so are you.
Dang, that was awesome!
That’s a great story.
And thanks for the birthday greetings too!
How wonderful that your father writes down such stories for the family. I’d think this one would be a keepsake!
Aaah! That is awesome. Thanks for sharing. I love stories like this.
Loved it!!
that little kitten is the best … enjoyed your updated page, also … and the story is classic
Hmmm… Dentures in the dishwasher. Gotta remember that for future reference. ;o)
$1.10 an hour….now that just sucks! I love you daddy! Thanks for sharing sis!