Don’t make me laugh! (cough, cough, ouch it hurts, cough, cough).
I shouldn’t complain, my job doesn’t entail putting myself in harm’s way!
Just in stupid’s way.
Don’t make me laugh! (cough, cough, ouch it hurts, cough, cough).
I shouldn’t complain, my job doesn’t entail putting myself in harm’s way!
Just in stupid’s way.
What the HELL is this all about? A cold appears out of nowhere??? Felt fine all yesterday, all night, and woke up all drippy eyed and with a sore throat.
Blech.
I am home today, but as I am the restless sort, I will not just sit here in a sea of self pity. I have a pile of laundry as tall as myself, and I think a trip to Borders is called for.
Ta ta.
Ninja colds!
Nice polite colds give you a day or two of ague and malaise so you can prepare for being sick, and warn co-workers and employers “I think I’m coming down with something” and pop over to Walgreens to stock up on some Ny-Quil. They need to develop Week-Quil. On the plus side, you’d only need to take one capsule for the whole week. Downside is the capsule would be as big as a beer can.
Hope ya feel better!
::yawn:: Sleepy today.
So I thought I was going to get home at a decent time after work last night because I finally was able to leave on time at 5. I just had to pick up a couple prescriptions at the grocery store and a few things for dindin… more than an hour later I FINALLY had my prescriptions but the @$#&* pharmacy had lost my insurance card. KeithT says I should report them to the appropriate gov’t agency for loss of personal data, and while I’m really annoyed, I don’t know if I want to bring that kind of trouble down on them. What say the MMPers?
Actually, I can vouch for this. I got chilly sitting here catching up on the MMP, so I put the hood on my sweater up . Now I’m all toasty.
Happy humpday, all. I’m trying to decide of I want to be a lump today, or actually get my organizing done as planned.
later
Morning!
Buried in snow here. Yesterday’s dumping must have added a good foot and a half to the piles we already got from the two dumpings over the last two weeks. Three major snow storms in two weeks is just not cool, man. Who the hell schedules these things? I want to lodge a sternly-worded complaint, 'cos someone is getting altogether too happy with the Snow button.
And we’re supposed to get more tomorrow. But at least it’s warmed up a bit.
Pie - That’s some employee you got there. Really takes an interest in ^[sup]ignoring[/sup] her work. I’d agree that it’s time she was taught the cost of business with a practical and informative economics lesson. 
Hank - Ancient Chinese secret, huuuuuh?*
MBG - Oooh, stealth colds, the words kind. I’ve had a few, and there’s nothing worse than waking up in the morning with that feeling in the back of your throat and sudden drippiness and the slow, dawning realization that you’ve just been attacked by a virus and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Oo! Lunch time.
[sub]* That reference might be a wee bit before your time… I feel old. :D[/sub]
Sic 'em! If only for the entertainment value…
Just got a box from Ohio! gt, I suspect you. I’m just about to open it.
Oh, THANK YOU! Outfits for Nat (and there will be pics as soon as he fits into them) and gingersnaps and ginger chews! That’s wonderful!
beebs, has part of that story been published before or was there another case like Monica’s? :eek: It sounds really familiar.
We have an in-house survey tool, which was designed specifically so that anyone can use it with a minimum of training. However, it has one teeny-tiny flaw. You can’t renumber questions. They have to be manually moved up or down, one question. At. A. Time. Line by line. If you want to add a question to the middle of a 30 question survey, you have to click an up arrow 15 times, waiting for the page to reload after each click. I have to add a dozen questions to the middle of a 30 question survey…I’ve been at it for a while this morning.
Up again. A nice three hour nap apparently was exactly what I needed. I’ve got to stop getting to bed so late.
I’ll be starting on dinner here in a bit, we’re having roast with potatoes and carrots, great comfort dinner. And I’ll be able to throw the leftover veggies in with scrambled eggs tomorrow. Thats almost the best part.
And I need to get started on those cupcakes. The girls’ parties start at ten in the morning.
Throws snowballs randomly
Ugh.
More later when my computer is working properly.
We had snow last night - at midnight, there was about an inch on the ground and the wind was still howling, sending very cold air in thru my bedroom window. (yeah, I like the window open unless it’s a/c weather) I just got back from the doc’s - not a flake of snow to be seen, raindrops easily an inch in diameter winds still whipping, but the temp is up to the low to mid 40s. This is the most bizarre winter I can recall.
I asked the doc to check me for everything - including walking pneumonia (and boogie woogie flu). So she took 4 vials of blood and we’ll know by Monday. But, she said, if it’s viral, there ain’t too much can be done.
A few things to clear up:
I do not sleep in communal beds after anyone has had beer.
My hair is too thick for hats. The odd thing about my “being cold” is that I wan’t cold at all–I had no fever, and my husband said I felt warm to touch. It was like I was cold inside-I know it was hormonal. I was just as cold in my polar fleece, under a comforter, a wool afghan and a polar fleece throw, with my husband holding me. I’m all PMS-y today.
Which explains the headache or at least how it manifested itself. I get about 2 migraines a year, but this was definitely sinus. I’ve had less painful hangovers. Luckily, 2 ES Tylenol and Sudafed took care of it.
THERE IS NO OPERATING ROOM WHERE PTS GO TO HAVE CARDIAC ARRESTS, OR GO BEFORE OR AFTER THE CARDIAC EVENT. Gah-I hate journalists sometimes. That pt may well have gone to an OR, but her going had nothing to do with her “heart attack”. Most post-MI pts DON’T have surgery right away (unless it’s open heart surgery). It’s a terrible story, but you’d think they’d get the details straight.
I have to work the early shift tomorrow. 0530. Blech. Then I come home and make a Valetine’s Day cake for the fambly. Then I collapse.
I am so looking forward to a week and a half away from end-users!! Even if it’s going to be at a “boot camp” training class. The stupid won’t be able to reach me. But I fear they will be waiting for my return.
A little while ago, I kicked back a request from someone wanting to know the address of the printer connected to the server on the 20th floor at 123 Some Street.
My best guess, which I did not relate to them is:
Printer next to the server
20th Floor
123 Some St
Perhaps they wanted the printer’s name or network address, both of which should be neatly identified with P-Touch labels on the printer itself. No matter…I don’t support printers. That’s a LAN thing, and they know I don’t support LANs or printers. At least they didn’t ask me to send toner like someone else did last month. The words “Office Depot” do not appear in any part of my name or email address.
There was a super hot guy in a suit waiting in the lobby when I came back for lunch. Wonder if he was interviewing for a job. I hope they decide to hire him! 
Taxi, isn’t eye candy a good thing? I love my new job, I typically get some nice eye candy.
Work bites today.
just had a butt chewing froma client and a butt chewing from my boss
Trying not to take it personally
:: hugs :: The day is half over!
As for myself, just finished my last afternoon classes. Ready to go home and collapse. Sometimes I miss my old newspaper job, where I sat in a chair and spent half the day surfing the Dope (this was back in college). Then I remember that everyone at my old job was an idiot and it’s a wonder I didn’t strangle them all.
Valentine’s Day? :: grumblegrumblegrumble :: I haven’t had cause to celebrate Valentine’s Day for the past four years. Five? I’ve lost count.
Hi everyone and belated anniversary wishes to the Rebos.
amatuer. try almost two decades.
eta: which is not to say I’ve gone “stale” - please no worries there - just no special s.o. on VDay