Not quite twice! And I love kids, as long as I don’t have to take care of them. And, okay the first one just won’t work.
I’m sleepy and want to go home. I’m supposed to be diagnosing printers, but I don’t wanna, so I’m not. My boss gave me homework too - I have to figure out to make an editable PDF. (We don’t have the program at work because no one can find the CDs. Yeah, I work in a severely organized place, let me tell you.) I’m sure it’s not very hard.
I think I’m going to start working on the pile of random writing & drawing I’ve been hauling in my backpack.
Weirdness of the day: Some old fart wanted to pick a fight with me, of all places, in a WallyWorld pharmacy line. I seem to have offended him by publicly calling him out for line jumping. :rolleyes: My offensive statement? “The line is behind me, Bub.” :dubious:
I kept my mouth clean; he cussed me out. I did flip him off when I left, however…
The slacking off didn’t work out anyway. People kept sending me work to do! Even without the manager around! Actually, I think maybe it was precisely *because *she wasn’t around. Normally half this stuff would have gone to her, but since they couldn’t bug her, they came to me instead. Yippee.
I think we’re having grilled tuna steaks with pesto and maybe polenta for dinner. Something like that. Polenta or orzo? Hmm… big decisions to make around here.
We’re having a ham steak, baked sweet NOT and green bean casserole.
I have been soooo bored this afternoon. The only work I had was occasionally helping (I need a name for him) boy-next-door. Student. Protege. Annoying mosquito.
Ain’t he quite the monster, though? He’s about three years old, 3/4 Maine Coon cat so he’s just about getting to his adult weight. I’m not sure how much he weighs, but he’s MUCH bigger than His Imperial Fluffiness, Stiggs, who isn’t exactly a tiny kitteh either. Last time I weighed Stiggs he was about sixteen pounds, and Pratchett is a LOT heavier–I estimate him at well over 20 lbs and he has not an ounce of fat on him. When I hold him with his head under my chin, his tail hangs down halfway to my knees–and I’m 5’9". In this pic, he’s sitting right between SpaceDawg’s front legs, with their heads less than a foot apart–now SpaceDawg weighed 115 lbs when she died and you can tell just how big he is in comparison to her. Here’s another pic that shows him in relation to Stiggs and Himself.
Regular readers may recall how I’ve been in pain for the past three weeks, and that I went to see the doctor last week.
Doc says it’s probably an L4 radiculopathy, writes me an Rx for one of the newer anti-inflammatory meds and for some physical therapy.
Before I get home, there’s a message from the pharmacy that the Rx is rejected by my insurance, which we expected, so the doc needs to tell them once again “I am the physician, you are at best, an accoutant.” I still don’t have the meds.
Meanwhile, the referral for PT crawls along. They call me to tell me that the next appointment is not until mid-December. And that the referral is screwed up so badly that they can’t even put me on a wait list for cancellations.
Call the doctor’s office to follow up on the Rx and the PT. He’s out until next week.
Gotti- that really sucks. I’ve been having bad elbow problems and was able to call up the PT schedule an appointment and go. Health care inequity makes me furious.
Please tell me you have a video of Nat and Bailey, LiLi.
Ow, gotti. That sounds rotten.
Tired. Came home and fell asleep watching episodes of Bones. I get to go into work on Sunday again. Did I mention we’re moving, so I have to pack. Plus I get to work on a project for a while.
Hi everyone. Smarty, that Pratchett is a handsome kitteh! Wonder if SpecialOne is back at home yet?
Today was -busy- for me at work; I had three days worth to catch up on. So I stayed about an hour later and made some credit time (especially good as I’m planning to take the whole day on election day–I’m nervous about too many people and long lines!!!). The best part is that there’s still more stuff for me to work on tomorrow, yay! I know, this sounds warped but it actually is a good thing; otherwise, I’d be working on making files :smack:
It’s not so much inequity as inadequate staffing. The PT department I was referred to is attached to a hospital, so they’re busy. I got the impression that if I needed post-op PT, they’d be able to take me in right away.
At least I didn’t kick the lawnmower. Last thing I need is a broken foot. (Or a broken mower!)
started to try to catch up, failed miserably
We get to dress up in costume tomorrow - BUT we’re not allowed to wear jeans :rolleyes: I found a patches-clown outfit I made about 20 years ago - the pants fit, but the top may not - but I have no clown wig. I do, however, have a very Hallowe’en themed shirt - I think I’ll ear that and be done with it. but no jeans (even tho I asked, and was told I wouldn’t get written up - I’m just curious to see how many try to get away with it…)
I’d like to go on record as stating I categorically hate the new casual performance costume. Black pants, white man-tailored shirt, and red striped barbershop vest. The vest is just this much too short - If I stand perfectly still, it sorta kinda hides some unsightly bulges - but we never, ever tnd perfectly still. The new dressy performance costume promises to be really beautiful - I shall post pics as soon as I can.
For now - off to sleep -= I must leave early enough to stop at the store to buy veggies and dip for the office party
Smarty, that Pratchett is a handsome kitteh! Wonder if SpecialOne is back at home yet?
