Congrats on Tatersdaughter’s job, and that’s revolting about the store. Yuck.
Morning, everyone. Not a great night, but compesated for by a late sleep-in till seven. Mr. Lissar went back to work today, armed with antibiotics and a puffer.
Today:
Laundry (always)
Take out the old microwave
Make more baby food
Tidy up the kitchen a bit
Put sealant along the back of the kitchen sink
Buy cat food
Do some cooking
Eat a vegetable!
Day 3 of no PC at work. :mad:
I’m still alive, BTW.
The usual hugs, boos, noogies, and Melvins in my absense. I have to pretend to work now, because there ain’t a hell of a lot I can do otherwise.
Up, caffeinated, bigwigs coming today. Why is there a smashed trout on the MMP floor?
That’s no trout… that’s (what’s left of) my brain! :eek:
**Nava **-- maybe I should take some lessons from Gnat…? I’m sure I’d learn to eat right quick with that kind of a mommy feeding me! 
Good morning!
I have to be on a borrowed machine (hopefully only) today. Bummer. (My work computer.)
Bad news on the home front. Remember my son went to a wedding last weekend? It turns out because he couldn’t get anyone to cover for him on the 4th, he has been let go. Even though he asked for the day off about two months ago. And he asked everyone to cover his shift, and was successful on Saturday. Why couldn’t they have scheduled him off, for crying out loud?? :mad:
So yesterday he went and applied at another restaurant, and will start training on Saturday. But that means no tip money until they put him on the floor, which might be several days. So that’s good that he got another job so quickly, but what assholes. Oh, yeah, his future roommate is going to be working there, too!
Silver linings, I guess. <sigh>
So, by the time the kid’s ten or so, he’ll sleep through the night, right?
Breakfast has been et, and after Nat wakes up we’re off to run errands.
Yup, I’m a chick and **LOUNE ** is a guy.
I’m off to go camping. Won’t be back until Sunday. Someone needs to keep **Lunch ** in check while I’m gone. 
Ok, but urine is usually slightly acidic, so I don’t think we want to er, decrease the acidity, um, go more basic, that is, have a weaker concentration of H+ ions. (I hate scales that are inverse). Ta for the organic chem lesson–I stopped listening in organic chem the day my professor (who was American) called it the EYE-ron molecule instead of the eye/urn… and no cute boys in class–what was up with that? :mad: 
Now going to read the rest of this.
Damned if I know why the baking soda works… but it does. A friend’s naturopath recommended it to her a few years back, and I gave it a try thinking it might help (and, at the very least, couldn’t possibly make things any worse).
Taters, I’ve seen some pretty nasty fitting rooms in my life, but that story just takes the cake. I feel very very sorry for whichever employee had to deal with that mess at closing time.
donkeybear, I’ll stick with BLTs, thanks. Me and PB aren’t on speaking terms.
Rebo, sounds like your son might be better off in the long run. Any employer who refuses to respect their employee’s requests for time off (especially those accompanied by legit reasons for needing the day off) is not someone I’d want to work for. Hope he’s back on the floor and earning tips soon.
I studiously ignored Mt Clothing last night because I spent an hour on the phone with Mumsy Dearest.
warning: ridiculous dysfunctional family drama ahead
Seems like she and Sister Dearest are on the outs as a result of the drama-fest that was my birthday. 
Apparently, my sister decided that my mom’s decision not to take sides in the whole thing was the same as my mom turning against her (she’s always had one of those “if you’re not with me, you’re against me” mentalities). Some very nasty emails were exchanged, primarily from sister’s side, and my mother is an absolute wreck.
Now, Sissy is threatening to move to Boise once she’s done her fall semester, rather than stay put until she’s done her PhD in the spring… which is bad in so many ways. She’d be dependent on her shmuck fiance for the six months she needs to finish her study and defend her paper, and since he’s unemployed, I’m pretty sure that would be messy in the extreme (not to mention she’s drained a lot of her funding travelling to see him regularly). Plus, since my mom was kind enough to buy my sister a house to live in while she was studying, there will be the hassle of selling an empty home in a city that neither Mumsy nor myself actually lives in.
My eyes have rolled so far back that they’ve come around to the front again. Oy.
Anyhoo, assuming work doesn’t require my presence this weekend, I’ll probably hop on a train and go visit Mumsy. This whole mess breaks my heart, but I just don’t know what else to do about it.
Taking a break before my head explodes. AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!! I wish people would speak more clearly. See, I’m checkin’ voice apps against written apps to make sure everything is said and done and all legal like and all that… This means I must be able to understand what people say. I’m gettin’ a lot of mumblemumblemumblemumblemumblemumble and it. just. makes. me. nuts. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!! At least so far there have been no major mistakes that I have to get folks to correct. Maybe that will hold.
Yays, boos, hugs, congrats, appropriate/inappropriate appendage crossin’/wet trouts as needed.
Back to work.
Aww, ya big lug. . .
:ruffling Lunch’s hair:
I thought it was obvious that I was just yanking your chain.
Race you to room 304.
*yeah, it worked. Apologies almost always work.
Okay, I’ll jump on the bandwagon!
To Do:
Send pitch out to several hundred journalists by e-mail
Continue building presentation containing sample client clips
Supervise catered lunch delivery from Macaroni Grill for staff meeting
Attend staff meeting
Train on editing client’s html newsletter
Go home
Feed [del]idiots[/del] dog brats.
Cook supper
Eat
Clean up from supper
That oughta do it.
swampy, I hates transcribing from audio. I want to go right through the earphones and throttle the mumblers.
Congrats to tater daughter. What ever happened to inappropriately older Internet boyfriend?
Assorted other yays, boos, etc.
Tupug
I’m here…
Busy, busy few days…
Hi Roo!!!
I’ll ignore Lunch with you too. hah.
Pie- glad the boob is good.
Whoops- slipped on brains…
ETA: can’t code to save my life today…
Happy Hump Day! The week is half over – or almost anyway; noonish will mark the middle of my particular work day. I am satisfactorily caffeinated.
And I have officially hired a new writer for the blog! I got him all set up this morning with account info and an E-Mail address and laid down the rules and guidelines and all that good stuff, so I’ll see how well he does. If his E-Mails are any indication though, he will at least be able to spell and form coherent sentences, which puts him far ahead of the last two contributors we tried out. Dude’s even had past blogging experience – with WordPress even, so bonus.
Maybe someday we might even be able to pay the dude. 
So yesterd—
Wait. What the hell is with this trout and what did I miss? Has someone been using the trout cannon?
Ugh. It smells.
Anyway, it rained like a bastage yesterday. One minute, dark skies, the next, a torrential downpour. Didn’t last long but it was cool to watch – safely, from indoors. Now today I head to work and it’s bright and sunny and hot and muggy. Waltz through Highland Farms to pick up a couple of things and a coffee, come out, and it’s all dark and broody, like the sun never happened
The weather is weird hereabouts.
Also, why are people never prepared when they call me at work? A prime example of such unpreparedness from just 10 minutes ago:
Me: “MyWorkPlace, Mindfield speaking.”
Him: “Hi, BuddyGuy from RepairShopPlace, I’d like to place an order.”
Me: “Sure. What’s your account number?”
Him: “Arsebucket Schenectady Bagel.*”
Me: “Great. Is there a P.O. number?”
Him: “Uh…yeah, there is. Um…sorry, you caught me off guard, just give me miiinuuute heeeere… <tappety tap tap>”
Me: “…”
Come on, dude. You called me to place a PO and I caught you off-guard when I asked you for its number? Sheesh. And the number of people who don’t even have their account number handy is even worse.
[sub]* Not his actual password, so don’t get any ideas.[/sub]
I never did get some of yesterday’s to-dos done. I’ll have to shove them over to today’s list.
Swampy - I get that here from time to time too – especially Newfoundlanders. Most of them I understand just fine, but there are those few with that thick Newfie accent who speak so rapidly that your brain doesn’t have time to parse and identify individual words. I have to get them to slow down and repeat themselves so I can keep up.
Oh, and PB&Bacon? Abomination!
Mahna[sup]2[/sup] - That can’t be a legitimate threat. Nobody moves to Boise on purpose. But I’m sorry to hear about all the drama – it sounds like your sister hasn’t yet outgrown all of that teenage angst. Unfortunately, that probably means that she’s perfectly willing to do something foolish and spiteful that could jeopardize her future. Like move to Boise.
Back to work for me.
Morning. ::yawn::
Good news here. (Well, minor good news, but I’m overly excited anyway. And I thought I’d posted this yesterday but I don’t see it anywhere.) We (at work) got an email yesterday that for the rest of the summer we can wear jeans to work! Yay! OK, so it’s really not that exciting, but… well, these are the things that make us happy at work.
Today’s to do list:
You’ll be hungry!
:Takes off after Roo, catches up with her just as she enters 304. Leaves door slightly ajar in case **Ivory **follows…:
Nope, not me, I’m staying out of there!
Oh, Mindy–you wouldn’t believe the calls I have to [del]endure[/del] make at work. People who don’t know they’re having surgery at all. People who are very suspicious of you over the phone. People who won’t stop what they’re doing to talk to you for 5 minutes (they’re washing their car, driving, using power tools–that sort of thing. Women are usually the drivers and I tell them I’ll call them back), my favs are the people who are fine with coming into to have surgery, but have NO idea what kind of surgery they’re having! :eek:
I have another list, but no time to post it right now.
I won!!
:Victory Dance:
Now, off to claim the spoils. . .
**Hi Soapy!! ** You sure you don’t want to join us. Lunch’s bark is worse than his bite.
I’m being good today. lalala
Cleaning my office…
lalala
Ignoring you all… 