Tales from the Trenches: I have tools and I know how to use them.

I'm on the display staff at an art gallery.  My job isn't just taking a pile of miscellaneous art and twirling it around into a sellable arrangement of goods.  Sometimes I have to use tools.

Yes, tools.

Sometimes they involve power.

Today, while I was cruising around with my library cart filled with all sorts of hardware, I picked up my drill to use it.  An older lady asks me, "Is that your drill?"

"Yes."

"Do you use it?"

"I'm part of the display staff here, so yes I do."

"Bless your heart."

Okay.  :tip of the head:

Over the years, I've had a number of men stand and watch me.  They feel the need to critique my form with tools.

"You need to hold the hammer here."

"Oh, you have a drill.  Huh."

"You know, I think that you are stripping the head of that screw."

Thank you.  I really wanted the peanut gallery.  Occasionally, I have poor form.  Sometimes I hold the hammer a little closer to the head to have a bit better control when displaying, oh-- I don't know, expensive and breakable items.  Gentle handies, that is. 

I just giggled when she said that to me.  I'm thinking that the gentleman at her house does all of the repairs.  Well, that's at least the ones requiring tools.  What would she think if I told her that I have my own set of tools at home?

Smiles in my day:
-  Our cousin, Janeen, is being induced and we will have a new baby soon!  She left me a 5 AM email asking for prayer.
-  I woke K- up by playing the Meow Mix commercial really loud.  She laughed and laughed.  I told her that I need it as a recording to use every morning.  It is her favorite jingle. 
-  K- woke me up at about 5 AM laughing and laughing in her sleep.  I left her to laugh.  I figured that she was having an awesome dream and far be it from me to interrupt that.
-  I rolled my ankle in a hole in the backyard a few days ago.  I couldn't figure out why my ankle was hurting, but then I remembered being so relieved that the foot didn't break again.  I have a strip of tape wrapped around my ankle and that has tamed the angry tendon.  I got out a lot easier than Rachael with the bolts and screws.  :S

Have a great night!