The Conservation Movement is Dead.

This evening, I heard a knock on the door. I met Chris, our UPS driver and accepted the shoe box-sized package he handed me. I opened the box to find five tiny batteries. And lots of packaging. I mean lots of packaging. I guess this is 'merica after all!

Feeling the Love

This morning I received a voicemail from Karen. She is planning an overnight trip to La Grande for work. In her voice mail she said she is never coming back because she is about to have a meltdown. Marcus plugged the toilet and proceeded to flood the entire bathroom. She wasn't able to fix the toilet.
I had to share the voicemail with my coworkers, who all enjoyed a great laugh. Later (hoping she cooled down), we had this text exchange:

Elena decided to illustrate the event. You can see Marcus (with purple hair) crying next to the overflowing toilet. Note her attention to detail: our toilet is a Toto brand. Apparently she decided that we should withhold Marcus's breakfast as punishment!