The stress test was not as stressful as I had stressed about. I’ll get the results in a few days. I struck up a conversation with two ladies in the waiting room. We had to go back in the exam room, and back out into the waiting room several times. I was able to tell them it wasn’t so bad, since I had the first appointment. They were very sweet ladies.
Then I went shopping and practically cleaned out the clearance rack at Penney’s. Woo and hoo! I got a ton of stuff for very cheap!
This afternoon has been very not-stressful, as I spent it sitting on my butt watching TV and playing Scrabble on my phone. Tonight I’m making pepper steak for dinner.
Yay for not blowing up, picu! Yay for being a good manager, taxi! Yay for a straught knee, mmmms!
This reminded me of a skit on Carol Burnett. Two airline pilots in the cockpit were bored, so they decided to make an announcement: “Ladies and Gentlemen, there is absolutely nothing to worry about.”
I’ve survived a mass layoff - for “Business Reasons” that I don’t care to get into, a significant percentage of my department was on the chopping block. Nothing wrong with the people other than being on the wrong continent.
It had been a rather stressful month as we were told at the beginning of the month that layoffs were coming. I can breathe now, but all I can do is hope my former co-workers find something quickly.
The “tennis elbow” still sucks. The trackball I bought is of little help - it works OK, but all of my ergonomic tunings have been for a mouse, and the trackball is too tall, or too angled or something and my wrist has been protesting. I’ll probably just go back to the mouse. Anyone wanna buy a gently used trackball? I’m definitely going to quiz the doc on Thursday to be sure there’s nothing that they did that might have instigated it - showing up suddenly after a spinal injection is just weird timing.
Cable/phone bill is all kinds of f’ed up, so you may not hear from me for awhile. Going to go to the bank tomorrow to see if we can straighten it out.
On a brighter note, the Folks sent me a nice package today & most of it fit.
Still, blurf.
There’s a cicada or some other sort of bug “singing” its fool head off on my back porch. Cat is going nuts trying to get to it. Frustrated cats are fun!
Didn’t work; got a speeding ticket for 70/55. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
Way back in the dark ages, I had a year of college in which I was taking a single subject - translates to “bored out of my freaking gourd”. My cousin had spent the previous summer in the USA with a summer job as a Camp Counselor, and it was suggested that I do the same.
“There’s a problem,” said I, “I’m ok with children in small doses, but groups of children, I only like them roasted.”
My cousin laughed and said “there’s other jobs. You can type, right?”
So, I signed up for the program (these fellows), and I went to my interview (which was with another Spaniard who’d been over there several times, interviewers are always locals who’ve been in the program), and I aced it, and I spent a great if somewhat-burnt-up :smack: summer in New Hampshire. Having receptionist experience has come handy in other jobs, too: being able to Change The Toner and Figure Out Which Tray Needs Paper are complicated skills not everybody has mastered. Plus I know how important it is to stay on the good side of She Who Owns The Circular File.
Next year my BFF and her then-bf signed up. She’d always had great grades in English; he’d been a barely-pass all his life, in that as in so many other subjects. He aced the interview; she almost couldn’t get placed. Why?
Because he assumed his English was bad; when he couldn’t find the right word, he gestured, he explained, he did whatever it took to get the idea across, whereas Ms Perrrrrfect would get stuck “uhm… uhm… uhm…”
When you can’t find the right word, remember: in most contexts, including a classroom, it doesn’t matter. Just do whatever it takes to get the point accross, you’ll be fine. As we say back home, nadie nació enseñado, nobody was born taught - your teacher is not expecting perfection, don’t expect it yourself.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 67 degrees Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 90. We’re also told a good chance of rain. :dubious: The rain MOOOOOOM wants to go away I want to show up down heah.
BBBobbio sorry about the speedin’ ticket. You leadfoot you!
Pearl hope the cable/phone bill stuff gets worked out soonest. My cable/phone/internet are no longer with the cable company cause the service just sucked.
Shana Tova to all the Jewish Mumpers! Off hand I recall Special1, Rosie and Soapy. Plus anyone I’ve missed.
Now I must seek more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must happen.
I’ll get the results in a few days. I struck up a conversation with two ladies in the waiting room. We had to go back in the exam room, and back out into the waiting room several times. I was able to tell them it wasn’t so bad, since I had the first appointment. They were very sweet ladies.
Going to go to the bank tomorrow to see if we can straighten it out.
