Ah, it’s funny you should say that. Ask me sometime how I acquired the bum knee in the first place. No, it didn’t involve rough sex, but as close as one can get to it whilst still wearing (some scraps of) clothing.
Apparently this is strange dream day. I had an interesting dream about my sexy poetry professor. Sadly, I can’t quite remember the details at the moment, but we were having a long chat about something or another. I’ve got a meeting with her this afternoon, so I’m sure that’s why I was dreaming about her. That and the sexiness.
“Hell Comes to Frogtown” sounds interesting. I loves me some bad movies.
gt - Everything’s blooming here, too, so my allergies are raging right now. At least the jacaranda is back. Hooray for jacarandas.
Okay, that’s all I’ve got for now. Perhaps I will be more functional after a shower.
ETA: Woot! I’m first! Based on previous posts, I see that there is some sort of significance to this - do I win a cookie or something?
I’ve just wasted 30 minutes of my day (so far) speaking with IT about getting a replacement for my broken Blackberry.
Conversation so far has gone like this:
Me: “So, as of yesterday, the scroll key on my Blackberry will only work down and side to side. I cannot scroll up.”
Dimbulb IT Twit: “So you can’t scroll at all?”
Me: “No, I can scroll down and side to side, but I can’t scroll up.”
DITT: “So just up?”
Me: “Yes. UP. I. Can’t. Scroll. Up. On. The. Blackberry.”
DITT: “Can you give me the phone number for the device?”
Me: gives #
DITT: “And is there a number we can call you at?”
Me: “Yes, I moved my chip to a loaner unit because it’s my only contact number. So you can call me at that number.”
DITT: “And what number is that?”
Me: gives # again
DITT: “But I thought you said your Blackberry was broken?”
:smack:
I am now holding for an escalation, because I don’t think it makes sense for me to wait three days for an IT tech to come to my desk, fiddle with my Blackberry, and say “Yup, you can’t scroll up.”
DUH.
The most depressing part is that my company is one of the primary providers of Blackberries in Canada and we’ve put much time and effort into making the swap process painless for our customers. One would think we’d have figured out a simpler process to replace the ones we use internally when they break.
When I went to my initial appointment, the nurse made sure to let me know that they would never call or send a letter about my test results unless something was wrong.
So who did I get a call from today?
I get to go back Monday for a three hour glucose.
Hooray
Or not.
And the Jug O Urine showed something elevated as well… I’m guessing protein? My blood pressure at last visit was 60 over 130. Normal for me, so now I have to wait until my next appointment to find out more about that.
Finally remembering to actually post, and it is Thursday. This is actually a huge improvement on past MMP participation (which has been basically nil)…
We recently moved to a new building on our corporate campus. The conference rooms on this floor are all named after “classic” sitcoms and TV shows. For some reason, I have the brain of an elephant when it comes to theme songs. Trying to schedule a meeting since we moved is particularly torturous, as it results in a cacophony of theme earworms all clattering around in my head at the same time.
Afternoon Y’all! We lunched at that fine dining establishment known as Three Squares Diner that we do so dearly love. Today’s special is fried chicken and it was good. I’s stuffed. So’s ol’ y’all know who. Thus, for supper tonight, I shall grill a nice sirloin steak which I shall slice up and serve over a sallit. Sounds like a nice, light supper alternative to me.
I’m workin’ believe it or not. I’m faithfully listenin’ to little application recordings to determine if all pertinent information is contained therein. So far so good. Let us hope this trend continues.
taxi, I’m not too sure chicken breasts would be an improvement due to the dryhess of the meat. If you don’t want extra fat, get boneless skinless thighs then cut off any of those nasty little fat tags before you start cooking. That way you get the juiciness of the meat without the extra fatty bits. It’s definitely fabulous as leftovers, I can attest to this–however the turmeric will stain the hell out of your tupperware!
Spaz, sounds like Asshole Neighbor needs a lovely arrangement of Flaming Bags o’Dog Poo on the porch. Simple, time honored, effective. Sometimes the classics are the best.
I got a lot of work done this morning. It’s a good thing too, because when I came back from lunch ( aka shoe shopping), my access to work programs was gone again. Lovely.
It’s such a beautiful day. I want to frolic outside. I was very tempted to buy a frivilous pair of sandals, but I bought a nice pair for work instead. Darn practicality! While I was at the shoe store, I met up with the Shoe Fairy. The Shoe Fairy buys all of Hawkeyeop’s shoes. If left to him, he’ll wear the same shoes until they have holes in the soles and maybe other places as well. He just doesn’t pay attention. So, one day, a new pair of shoes just showed up, and when Hawkeye asked me where they came from, I said “The Shoe Fairy left them for you.” Since then, when the Shoe Fairy notices that Hawkeyeop needs new shoes, she goes to the shoe store, buys the shoes and leaves them for him.
Get this, since 8 am: french toast/bacon, an orange, a bag of these roasted soy nuts, a Payday bar, and now I’ve just returned from lunch which was a big Gyro sandwich.
I want sleep. I need sleep. As soon as I turned off the TV last night, my brain went into overdrive. Over what, you ask?
Food.
For the wedding reception.
I was worried that I wouldn’t have enough. I haven’t even finished shopping for the food, but already I’m in a panic about running short. And between that and spousal snoring and Bernie’s restlessness, I don’t think I slept even a consecutive hour all night. Tonight is definitely a melatonin night.
And in a related vein - riddle me this. If you were invited to a wedding that began at 1:30 and ran till 5, would you be expecting a meal or would you eat before you arrived and expect to nosh at the reception?
**swampy ** - actually, the portfolio is a big deal - it’s a requirement for graduation. Hence the aggravation.
I’m tahred - did I mention how tahred I am?? <yawn>
To me those hours seem specificly designed to say, “don’t assume we’re feeding you.” It starts after lunch and ends right before dinner. So, I’d think either just cake and punch or maybe light appetizers.
After nearly one hour on the phone (45 mins of which was hold time), I finally got someone to document my account with the fact that my Blackberry isn’t working. Duh.
Now, the next step is chasing down my director so they can sign the order form for the FREE replacement, which I then fax off into the void in the hopes that someone on the other end will actually do something with it. There are not enough eye rolls in the world, honestly.
Actually, I’ll take a Shoe Fairy and a Gyro Fairy too. Kthxbye.
ETA: FCM, I agree with the assessment that these are definitely non-meal hours, since lunch would occur before 1:30pm and dinner would usually be after 5:30pm (actually, in our house it would be MUCH later than 5:30, since we usually don’t sit down to eat until 8pm most days)
To me, lunch is11:30-12-ish, and since supper is generally 5:30-6ish (at least in my world) I see the invite as a pretty clear indication that there won’t be an entree with sides and some bread. At least, that was the intention. The food table will feature heavy munchies.
I used boneless skinless thighs, but I just don’t like chicken thighs. Even if I take off the fat that I can, I know there’s still more lurking in there and that I’m going to be eating along happily and suddenly squish on it in my mouth. Ugh. ::shudders:: The texture of chicken fat just squicks me out. Maybe something non-chicken would work.
Nice hat, Haze! And thanks for the link.
FCM, I’d just expect finger foods during that time. You’re right that it’s after lunch and before dinner so I think everyone will be expecting hors d’oeuvre and cake.
It’s raining out, I’m bored at work, and it’s all making me feel crabby. Bleh. I wanna go home.
