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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Here we go again
Since the Denver weather made most of the national evening news broadcasts this evening, it won't be news that it's snowing again, and heavily. All day we have heard and read conflicting reports about the nature of this storm. But it's close enough to the last one that no one is amused.
Since we were out of catfood, a true tragedy in our household, we took off for the grocery store.
It was an object lesson in the importance of long distance transportation in the American economy.
There was a spotty selection of produce. Almost all the canned soup was gone. The dairy counters were empty of butter and margarine, although I did find some cottage cheese. Depending on what kind of meat you were looking for, the selection was pretty good, or just spotty.
Cat litter, which is used for traction, for added weight in the back of a vehicle, as a preventative against slippery steps and sidewalks, as well as for litter boxes, was totally out. This is not because of problems in shipping and receiving. The store manager told us that as soon as he fills his shelves, they empty out again.
I got into a checkout line manned by a clerk I did not recognize from other trips to this particular store. He was a young man, with a middle Eastern sounding name on his badge. He was efficient, organized, and refrained from the chitchat with his fellow workers which is endemic, and which seems to slow down the entire check out process. When he offered me my receipt, he seemed to be avoiding my gaze until I wished him "Happy New Year." He looked up in surprise and with a beautiful smile, returned my greeting.
My husband was helping the bagger load things up in the cart, and we both wished him a "Happy New Year." He had heard my prior exchange and was ready to look us in the eye and smile.
I've wondered a few times in the last day if the checker has encountered rudeness and insult in his daily work life? Or is he just shy? It's really none of my business what lies behind his initial cool detachment. But it's hard not to wonder.
Well, pray for sunshine, warm winds, and a variable jet stream!
Since we were out of catfood, a true tragedy in our household, we took off for the grocery store.
It was an object lesson in the importance of long distance transportation in the American economy.
There was a spotty selection of produce. Almost all the canned soup was gone. The dairy counters were empty of butter and margarine, although I did find some cottage cheese. Depending on what kind of meat you were looking for, the selection was pretty good, or just spotty.
Cat litter, which is used for traction, for added weight in the back of a vehicle, as a preventative against slippery steps and sidewalks, as well as for litter boxes, was totally out. This is not because of problems in shipping and receiving. The store manager told us that as soon as he fills his shelves, they empty out again.
I got into a checkout line manned by a clerk I did not recognize from other trips to this particular store. He was a young man, with a middle Eastern sounding name on his badge. He was efficient, organized, and refrained from the chitchat with his fellow workers which is endemic, and which seems to slow down the entire check out process. When he offered me my receipt, he seemed to be avoiding my gaze until I wished him "Happy New Year." He looked up in surprise and with a beautiful smile, returned my greeting.
My husband was helping the bagger load things up in the cart, and we both wished him a "Happy New Year." He had heard my prior exchange and was ready to look us in the eye and smile.
I've wondered a few times in the last day if the checker has encountered rudeness and insult in his daily work life? Or is he just shy? It's really none of my business what lies behind his initial cool detachment. But it's hard not to wonder.
Well, pray for sunshine, warm winds, and a variable jet stream!
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