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frogs_of_war My mother used the word kype (kipe) yesterday and I realized that I hadn't heard it in a while. So I looked it up. It's from Old English kip meaning to steal, but kype is less harsh, like when you take something small generally unintentionally, like a pen or a lighter. Also I guess to "borrow" without permission, although we never used it that way (although my husband says he's heard it used when hiding someone's things as a joke. The pages I found (maybe from a decade ago) says it's now almost exclusively used in the Pacific Northwest dialect.
But like I said, I hadn't heard it in a while (maybe since I moved to the big city). Is anyone else familiar with it?
I now what you use it at every opportunity. My pens are always getting kyped at work.
So Monday, I knew was going to be a hard day. I wasn't able to finish all the Thursday stuff Friday. Then a new giant load came in on Saturday (the last Saturday load this big we had three people working. Saturday was just me). Sunday was inventory with a broken scanner (it beeped obnoxiously every time I scanned anything and then I had to type a 1 [Enter] the price [Enter] the quantity [Enter], instead of just scanning and entering the quantity) then I had a month's worth of paperwork to do (two and a half hours). I worked from 8:30am to 7:30pm with a half hour lunch. And still didn't finish.
I was exhausted when I arrived on Monday. And the load was huge. And the department was a mess because I hadn't been able to do anything but water and open boxes all week. And then I stuffed those boxes in the baler, but a flattened box was hanging in the way, so I got up on my toes and tugged it out. And was promptly dusted with crushed moth balls. Someone had put the box in the baler without emptying it thoroughly (no one is sure why the moth balls were in the box in the first place). My eyes stung and my throat hurt and I stunk.
Immediately took my lunch, shook out my clothes in the bathroom and washed my face and rinsed my hair. Then lunch was over and I realized my apron still stunk, so I got a new one. But having this happen meant I no longer stressed. I did what I could and went home. That incident tipped the scales. Work had given it's hardest, but I was at peace. I didn't even feel bad about no longer caring.
Now I'll go to work tomorrow and do my darnedest to get everything done.
I told someone it couldn't get any worse. She told me not to say that. Normally I'm that kind too, but my husband was running a fever all weekend and is still pretty sick and I found out Saturday night my grandmother had died, so I felt life had pretty much thrown what it could at me already.
But like I said, I hadn't heard it in a while (maybe since I moved to the big city). Is anyone else familiar with it?
I now what you use it at every opportunity. My pens are always getting kyped at work.
So Monday, I knew was going to be a hard day. I wasn't able to finish all the Thursday stuff Friday. Then a new giant load came in on Saturday (the last Saturday load this big we had three people working. Saturday was just me). Sunday was inventory with a broken scanner (it beeped obnoxiously every time I scanned anything and then I had to type a 1 [Enter] the price [Enter] the quantity [Enter], instead of just scanning and entering the quantity) then I had a month's worth of paperwork to do (two and a half hours). I worked from 8:30am to 7:30pm with a half hour lunch. And still didn't finish.
I was exhausted when I arrived on Monday. And the load was huge. And the department was a mess because I hadn't been able to do anything but water and open boxes all week. And then I stuffed those boxes in the baler, but a flattened box was hanging in the way, so I got up on my toes and tugged it out. And was promptly dusted with crushed moth balls. Someone had put the box in the baler without emptying it thoroughly (no one is sure why the moth balls were in the box in the first place). My eyes stung and my throat hurt and I stunk.
Immediately took my lunch, shook out my clothes in the bathroom and washed my face and rinsed my hair. Then lunch was over and I realized my apron still stunk, so I got a new one. But having this happen meant I no longer stressed. I did what I could and went home. That incident tipped the scales. Work had given it's hardest, but I was at peace. I didn't even feel bad about no longer caring.
Now I'll go to work tomorrow and do my darnedest to get everything done.
I told someone it couldn't get any worse. She told me not to say that. Normally I'm that kind too, but my husband was running a fever all weekend and is still pretty sick and I found out Saturday night my grandmother had died, so I felt life had pretty much thrown what it could at me already.
