Wednesday, October 1, 2008

A Day at Work With a Spaced-out Fly....

The temperature dropped big time last night, enough that the furnace kicked on. So today has been very cool with the high in the 50's. This, of course, absolutely panics the local community of flies in the area. It happens every year and you'd think they would learn from the birds and head out to warmer climates, but noooooo.....they have to stick around and then panic when cold weather hits. A freaked out fly is one of those that fly into window glass, dive into steaming cups of coffee and try to fly into your mouth. They lose all sense of reason and must certainly be a pure embarrassment to their relatives.

So I get into work this morning and have just set my coffee down on my desk when I get dive-bombed by a fly. This continued all day long. It acted so sluggish at times but when I would go to hit it, I'd always miss it. He aggravated me all day, flying at me like a kamikaze pilot and just making a general nuisance of himself. Everyone who came into the office was batting and waving him away with complete irritation. At one point I grabbed at him and actually caught him in my hand. When I realized I had a live, gross FLY in my hand, I gasped and opened my hand and....of course, he then flew away. (I know...not the smartest move on my part) Even the maintenance guy couldn't kill him. Just before quitting time, the last time I saw him he was on the ceiling, shivering. (the fly, not the maintenance guy)

So, if its not bad enough battling a fly on crack, I then have to contend with a woman accompanied by a bunch of kids who acted like little wild people. They were running up and down the hall, in and out of offices, jumping on the waiting room chairs and just creating havoc. I could not believe that this woman didn't assert herself a little to settle them down. One of the women from another office (who reminds you of the Church Lady from SNL...remember her?) said something a bit stern and they actually calmed down for a few minutes; one of the little darlings being extremely interested in seeing how far he could get his finger up his nose. I don't even want to think about where he may (and probably did) wipe his finger. What did I do, you ask? Well, I sat in my chair and watched with a slight smile on my face, thinking of all the things I'd like to say or do but, of course, I cannot. It doesn't take much to amuse me these days.

I then calmed down a guy who was having a fit because his road wasn't graded properly and after that I re-directed a call from a woman who starts out the conversation with, "I probably have the wrong department, but - " (doncha just LOVE those kinds of calls). Took messages, did the mail and sorted faxes. All in all, not a hair-tearing kind of day except for .......the fly....and the kids who may or may not have been raised by wolves.


Bear Naked said...

Well my day certainly pales in comparison to your day Val.
Isn't it amazing how some mothers don't notice when their children are behaving badly?
And I know just what you are saying about the flies at this time of the year.
Imagine if you could harness them and put them in your car's gas tank.
Hope your tomorrow is better than your today.
Bear((( )))

Smocha said...

LOL Sounds a lot more exciting than MY day .

I always want to say ,to the mother(or father) of a brat in public"Want me to spank him for you?"

*shudder* I want to spank the parent too!

Too bad you didn't have Cavuto with you at work.....he may look dumb ,but he can catch a fly like nobodies business:)

Happy Thursday!

p.s. Soul has finally updated..pass it on.

jyankee said...

Oh... well... I had to laugh at the imaginary maintenance guy up on the ceiling, shivering..LOL...too bad it was the fly and the not the guy....LOL

happyone said...

When I see kids like that, I am so thankful that they aren't mine and that my kids are grown and gone. :-)

I had a dog Sammy who would would catch flies in her mouth and then spit them out. The flies would be almost dead and I would finish them off. We were a good team. :-)

Brad said...

Iknow it's hard to be a mom and try to get things done with a bunch of screaming kids, but there's a part of me that just can't help but blame them for kids running wild.

Like Happyone's pup, Mr Bear is very good at catching flys in his mouth and spitting them out. Fortunatly he drowns his own victims and I don't have to get involved. Now if he would only do it outside...

Kelly Jene said...

I love your posts. You crack me up. I'm sorry about the fly, but yes I've seen them too. As for wild kids, I've said stuff to kids before who were acting out. Mine or not, I can't help it! I'm sure the mom's haven't appreciated it, but maybe having someone say something will shock them into realizing that kids need discipline.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

I had one of those insane flies today too. I tried to shoo it away, and it acted like it was paralyzed. I can't stand insects, especially ones that are taking their time on my stuff and do not respond to reason, where reason = IF YOU DO NOT GET AWAY, I WILL KILL.

You know, reason.

Linda S. Socha said...

Funny Post ...Thanks for sharing...I don't know where you work but I can understand if you are considering potential retirement days on the calander!

Anonymous said...

A stunning play-by-play, Val. Thanks for making time fly.
Cop Car

Anonymous said...

that fly sounds like a cousin of my Bug With a Death Wish that follows me from room to room, terrifying Spot, until I get it in my room and shut the door and stay there till I kill it. I never understood why they do that-follow you around?

That woman with the kids is the best advertisement for birth control there is!
--Ordinary Janet (the comments won't accept my WordPress URL for some reason)

SOUL: said...

this is too funny.
(sorry i'm late--it's my theme these days)
happy sunday!

The Real Mother Hen said...

Haha this is really funny :)
Now I want to be a fly, flying into your office and playing with you :)

Cheryl said...

I've been bombarded by little moths lately. In my car. Weird.

I'd be the one to talk to unruly little kids in my salon. In a firm but nice way. Someone's got to do it.

SOUL: said...

you hidin?
happy humpday