I did make the mistake of leaving the tailgate down during the night, though. When I raised it up, water poured of it from under the liner. That did give me that, "Please don't rust out my tailgate" feeling. But, it is a situation easily remedied! :-)
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Today, I dialed into the Baseball Hall of Fame with the video system at the school that will be interacting with them next week. Since it was a test call, about the "coolest" part was the BBHOF logo in the lower corner, like one of those networks bugs you see on TV. I was hoping the test would take place in the actual room where the lesson would be taught, but after the test, I realized how silly that was of me to think. I'll have to save my "oohs" and "ahhs" for later.
In the "other duties as assigned" category, I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and got stopped by my boss. The following is a very close estimate to the conversation which took place:
She (standing at the door to the ladies' room): "Oh, good! I was hoping you or John might be happening by here!"
Me: "Oh? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
She (laughing deviously): "I know this is not your job, but do you think you could grab a ladder, I think there's one down the hall in the other restroom, bring it up here and change out the light bulbs in the ladies room?"
Me: "Uhhh... As long as someone stands guard..."
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Now, I don't know much about changing out fluorescent bulbs. I know you have to twist them and turn them, and I seem to recall something about not touching the bulb. One thing I did not count on was the fact that the bulbs in place were about half the diameter as the ones we were trying to put in there. I finally gave up and settled on two big ones per ballast. Naturally, women would come in and just about be in a stall before realizing there was a ladder in the restroom, and more importantly, there was a MAN in the ladies restroom. Oh, I did forget to mention that the Director told me not to be peeking over the stalls, and a man in the hall reminded me not to write my name on the wall (I am presuming he means with a certain part of my anatomy, though he may have meant with a Sharpie). In any case, my first thought was, "What kind of person do these people think I am!?" Which was immediately followed by the thought, "And, why did they take away all my fun!?" LOL
I brought light to the ladies room, and everyone was happy again... Yet another thing to be added to my resume' - *Changed light bulbs in ladies restroom.
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