Oh, the irony. I requested Mon/Tues off work because I could tell I was getting sick and would rather plan ahead than call in at the last minute. I was asked to work Monday since it’s our busiest day, so I switched the plan to taking Thurs/Friday off. Then I made a bunch of plans around Thurs/Friday.
Now I’m sick and have to call in, to take Tues/Wed off, which is what I was originally offered instead of Mon/Tues, and I naturally must now cancel my plans for Thurs/Friday.
O te chingas o te jodes*, no?
*One of my favorite expressions; the polite translation of the Spanish would be ‘‘You’re either screwed or you’re screwed.’’
MCUNE, I feel your pain (both the sleep and work part.) Basically I see my major health problem, at present, to be a terrible lack of sleep. I’m an insomniac in the first place, but with the move coming up and all the other stress and concern, I am wired from the moment my head hits the pillow. ‘‘Unable to sleep’’ seems like an understatement. ‘‘Feel like racing a marathon the moment I lie down’’ is a better approximation. And every creak in the house is a burglar. It’s been about a consecutive month since I’ve gotten a decent night’s rest, and it’s been slowly wearing down my body. So I foresee many naps in my immediate future.
On the plus side, I’m finally writing some fiction, and for once by ‘‘writing’’ I don’t mean re-reading all the stuff I already wrote and then deciding hours later it’s not worth it. No, I mean actually creating something new. So at least I’ll have that to keep me occupied.
Meetings all day and probably same tomorrow. We were officially informed that the project is now not officially “half a year in Scotland then a year in Spain with visits to Scotland” but “two years in Scotland.” Perfect for me, in my case the Spanish location wasn’t particularly advantageous, but the youngest girls are busted; the guy has said that, since his gf was already planning on moving here in September (her company has interests here and she’s been able to get a transfer), no problemo on his side.
Running back to the meeting. Yays, boos, hugs and condolences as appropriate.
Olives, I don’t know if you know this one: ajo y agua (garlic and water), short for a joderse y a aguantarse (get screwed and hold on)
Hullo, all. I am waiting for a call back from the insurance rep re my health insurance question. Let’s take bets on when they get back to me.
I have already spent some time this morning looking up rental property for TH. I found a nice condo that rents on a month by month basis. I sent him the info. (I find it somewhat amusing that I am doing this, but I think that if I want him gone, I will have to be the one to do this. Yes, it sounds crazy to me, too).
Beautiful tribute to your grandma, Alessan–very genuine.
I’m not caught up, but I just need to post to ask for thoughts/prayers/whatever. Mom went into the hospital yesterday with extremely low red blood cell counts. (27 for those who know about this stuff. I only know that’s bad because when I was anemic a couple months ago, my level was 33 I think… and I know I didn’t feel good with that so I can imagine that 27 is bad!) They’re going to give her a couple units of blood and then do a bunch of tests to try to figure out what’s causing this.
With everyone talking about their moms this week, it’s suddenly very poignant.
Here’s my hugs to all who need them {{{{{{all a y’all}}}}}}}.
nooney, IME it’s rare for a pet dog to run off to die. Is it possible he might have been taken in by someone living in your neighborhood who doesn’t know you? Would it do any good to post fliers? Do you have lost and found ads over there? I know there are some Internet sits here. Anyway, I hope you find him.
smarty, those are the kee-utest preemies I’ve ever seen. They look very healthy.
swampy, what a heartbreak for your friend. No one should outlive their children.
Oh, and I forgot yesterday. I made sketti sauce and meatballs on Sunday but instead of using ground beef, I used ground chicken. I am here to report that chicken balls are Teh Yum!
Smartie, those are some adorable little tykes (and boy howdy, are they LITTLE!). Hope they’re out of the NICU and back home with their parents real soon.
Lunch, hope your pup shows up safe and sound with many stories to tell of his adventures and roamings.
It’s a lovely day outside. I’m pondering going for a walk at lunchtime, but the unfortunate side effect of those walks is that I inevitably end up spending money. On the other hand… I have been a good girl lately and do deserve a treat (or two, if I happen upon a buy one get one half-off sale…)
drops a pallet-load of hugs and good wishes in the MMP
EENSY BEENSY BABY FEETS!
So yesterday Complicated Roommate told WOWCrack Roommate that we’d like him to start looking for another place. He explained our problems and all seemed cool. Then WOWCrack decided he was upset and wanted to get into my face. BAD IDEA. I went over to Adopted Dad’s to enlist some support. There was going to be A Talk last night, but Complicated got a migraine from being caught in the middle so he went home to die miserably in his room. I’m guessing the Talk will be tonight. The character limit of this post is not enough to detail the number of ways I am not looking forward to this. I mean, yeah, the guy can help us fix our cars, but he’s constantly late on the rent, completely clueless on why we’re not happy about this, and makes me very uncomfortable. My spidey senses have been pinging loudly for a while. Untreated PTSD on top of possible steroid use does not make Spaz happy about continuing this situation.
Sadly, I can’t say any of this at the Talk because I’m already the bitch and I don’t want to increase the chances of an out-of-control confrontation. At least Complicated is dealing with his own PTSD, but he’s at the stage where he’s overcompensating for his previous assertiveness by being too passive.
Skipping out, moving to Mountain-ville, and finishing my thesis via distance education is looking more better every day. Yes I meant to say more better.
The little twins are adorable! And really tiny! Hope they’re doing well and are able to go home soon. Sooner than late September!
I’m getting a headache. I wanna go home but I’ve got a bunch of stuff that needs to get done at work. I think swampy’s work-from-home setup sounds really good right about now!
Aww. teeny babies! congrats to the great aunt SmartyPants. Hugs for SpecialOne for Terry the doggy, and for CutiePie. sending good thoughts too for the A/C to be fixed soonest.
Up and sufficiently caffeinated or a relative facsimile thereof (LOL), at work for several hours now. So now I want to take a nap. Unfortunately, I’ve got at least 5 hours left at work today. :eek:
I have a grad school friend from Cottonfield County. She ran screaming from it as soon as she got accepted to college. Besides, Mountain-ville is closer to my dad and grandma. Only an hour and a half of driving through back roads as opposed to 3 or so on 64 and having to go through [del]Speed Trap[/del] Zooboro.
Howdy, all. {{{Mumpers}}} in general. Wow, lots of folks here need hugs!
Cute babies! Aww, teensy toesies!
I hope Terry comes home or is found soon, Special One.
Boo! on no fixed AC yet, Pie. Hang in there, if you can!
That was a simply lovely eulogy for your grandma, Alessan. Somewhere, she’s smiling down at you.
Good thoughts sent taxi’s mom’s way!
I am feeling totally run over today, and I’m debating whether I want to do work work or do laundry/getting ready to go out of town work. I should probably do some of both. But it took me a long time to struggle out of bed, and I’m still only feeling about 25%. So we shall see.
Great news! Got a call from the Municipal Kennel – they found Terry!!
So, Terry is back home, and all is good
As an aside, the Municipal Vet here in T-A, a Dr. Glin, is simply amazing. He’s been in this job for probably 15 years, and in this time has turned the Vet. dept into a place that really loves animals, and really helps them and their owners – no small feat in a Local Bureaucracy.
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**Taxi **-- good thought for your mom! **Spaz **-- hope you can get WOWCrack’s ass out the door without too much drama.
I don’t blame her. The appeal of the place to me is the abundance of boredom. I go to Virginny for paychecks and excitement.
The day I loaded my U-Haul trailer to leave Elkhart County Indiana for my first real job south of Bloomington (home of IU), I stopped on the far side of the county line, got out of the car, and pissed back across the line into the county I grew up in and loathed so much. Except for visits to family, I haven’t been back; it’s been 24 years and counting.
Say, anybody here know anything about Goldtone Interactive? Mork? See, I’ve been getting a $9.99 charge on my cell phone bill for the last 2-3 months from them and AT&T can’t seem to figure out what it is other than some kind of download and they can’t seem to get any info on the merchant. Google turns up info having to do with cable TV and possibly some kind of multi-media (cell phone) service. I don’t access the Iternet with my phone and pretty much only use it for calls and to occasionally send a phone pic to my work computer by e-mail. (And it’ doesn’t have anything to do with that…it’s a separate service through AT&T that I already pay for.) I always delete spam text messages and do not reply to spam voice mail. I do NOT text either.
I found contact information for the company and I’m trying to decide whether I should call them and go postal. Any advice?
