I skimmed everything, does that count? I’m tahred.
Bedtime soon? But I don’t have to be up until 9:30 tomorrow!
::conundrumed::
It’s always good to know that there’s someone to count on to keep the TMI quota up. 
Good night, swampy!
I skimmed and missed a lot.
Monday has been… really bad. Hopefully the new guy I trained as my replacement is feeling well and will not be fired or quit, because I really do NOT like doing two jobs at once (my old job and my new one). It does not work.
Rainy and crappy out, which just makes me feel crappy and then I get home to my mail and find out the subsidy people are being picky because I made more money, I sent them what they wanted and they want it again. This means my budget is blown to hell, as I already paid rent and daycare and daycare is now more… again. I have to call them tomorrow. Anytime I seem like I get ahead, I fall back again.
I have some big expenses at the end of the year also, which I have to save for. Blah.
I’m going to bed, hopefully I sleep better today and can get back to my new job tomorrow instead of straddling the old and new.
And f*ck me, I just went looking at some things online and discovered that I paid the wrong credit card. So I have a credit on the account and I can’t get to the bank to get it fixed until Saturday, which means the payment on the right card will be late.
Great, more fees I can’t afford to pay.
Actually that’s Maggie Wonderbeagle.
Pens win! 3 overtimes! I need sleep!
I’m sure I’m not alone in saying that I will gladly help you alleviate that particular problem 
Well, you’re certinaly good, I’ll give you that… 
Hi, Shadow! good to see you back, and in relatively good shape!
{{{Flutterby}}}
You seem to be in a better mood, Ivory! Hope this holds up into today as well 
Who needs creams, this makes you sound like you’re ten years old
The OP made me think of a Joan Manuel Serrat song, hoy puede ser un gran día (I’m sure you can google the actual lyrics, this is just an extract):
Today can be a great day,
just look at it that way.
Living to the fullest or letting life go
is a choice you make…
Ah yes, gotta love that notion of customer service. You’re a customer 24/7 but only get service 8/5.
Back in Glasgow. Got a rental car: I’d asked for a teeny one (the image was a 3-door, the example a C3) and got an Astra instead; I think it must have been intended as an upgrade. I decided to give it a spin anyway but it’s got too much legroom for me; evidently Opel’s engineers (well, in the UK the brand is Vauxhall) don’t consider that people with legs shorter than 1m ought’a drive. With the seat pushed all the way forward, I can use the pedals but keeping the clutch and brake pushed all the way in at stoplights is very uncomfortable, so I’m not getting proper control. Having to drive on the wrong side of the road (repeat after me: the right side is the right side!) is complicated enough without having pedals that mock your leg shortength.
They way I like to work is with a framework within which I can move as I see fit. Sort of like “here’s your objectives, here’s your calendar, here’s your tools, see you in looks at calendar two weeks.”
Instead She-Boss (we have a He-Boss too) either gives us instructions so wide we need to reorganize them (“find out everything you can about how the client works”) or so narrow there’s no wiggle room (“get me this information from this system and in this format” “we already have, here” “no no, it must be fresh and get it like I said!” and btw the report we were giving her was ten minutes old :smack: ).
She’s also one of those people who think it’s always a bad time for a subordinate to get vacation, so when she starts crying “oh my Gawd, but that’s some horrible timing, had you requested it already?” we answer “yes, in April” (well, April in my case, for others it was earlier) while going ommmm inside. Yesterday she was having that conversation with a coworker for the 6th time in the day and Coworker looked like she was having problems not answering something like “listen, I asked for my vacation in January and received the OK in February per your boss’ orders half an hour ago; at this time, I still happen to have asked for my vacation in January and I still have had it OK’d since February - and if you ask again in half an hour, I will still have asked for it in January and will still have received the OK in February!”
Hey beebs! Why are you posting in the wrong MMP??? 
In order to see if he can get a reaction out of anybody… (say, **Nava **or you… :p)
Three words: “six inch platforms”
Or, get a doctor to prescribe you an Automatic!
Good morning all, up and caffeinating here. Great to see you again, Shadow, welcome back.
And it’s one down, four to go, woo hoo!
Awwww, Noonie’s jealous.
Can I get a Doctor’s Prescription for six-inch platforms? I suspect that might send She-Boss to the ER, given that she’s told us to “dress in a way that reflects an appropiate corporate image” (she’s got the taste of an ex-nun, but less style than nun’s habits). I’ve had to bring over a bunch of clothes that need ironing, YUCK!
That sounds like no fun, Nava. Ironing! ::shudder::
Guess I should be getting ready for work and not posting…
Happy Tuesday!!!
GT
My shooting victim is still kicking; the shooter is still at large. I had to talk to the deputies last night and tell them what I know (not much, except for medical details of the victim, and the name of the shooter).
The universe is messing with me again. I cooked for the rescue squad meeting last night, making a metric buttload of chicken. Fortunately, I grossly overestimnated the amount of attendees, 'cuz the grill got away from me while I did the second batch, burning about half. One batch was sufficient for the meeting.
Then when I got home, VWife said we had a cancellation notice for the car insurance. :eek: Paid that sumbitch then and there so it won’t be cancelled, but I have to call the agent today and ask her Whiskey Tango Foxtrot…
Rosie, I have you covered in the t-shirt exchange.
cool thx
So, how observant are you? The shirt involves shellfish…
**Nava ** I will do your ironing for you! For some reason I like ironing. Though I don’t it often at all.
I’ve been having many odd, bizzare dreams lately. Kinda freaking me out a bit. Thinking about blogging about them in hopes that they will stop.
Surviving, Special1, surviving.
Night Watch, well done. Minions (snaps fingers), cupcakes!
Good morning, all! I’m in a much better frame of mind today, even though I still didn’t get enough sleep. Poor Mr Rebo woke around 2:00 am having a sneezing fit. After taking some allergy medicine, he got back to sleep, but I was wide awake for a while, as were the dogs. And he had set his alarm too early - his start time for work changes every day.
Blergghhh.
ETA: I want cupcakes, too!
Brings in a plate of chocolate cupcakes with white butter cream frosting and sprinkles on them. Sets them down on the table, take one, and walks out