VunderWife just left to get some labwork done, and to go to WallyWorld, leaving me at home with Maddy the VunderDog. It’s a very rare event that I’m with the dog, and VW isn’t around.
That stooooopit dog is sitting at the front door, staring out the sidelight window, howling for her mama. :rolleyes:
rifty, Og, those were cheesey. 
I think I may win the “Most in Need Of It Being Friday” award. Remember pouty cow-orker? Well as of this morning she’s had a death in the family. A suicide. A suicide of a relative that nobody even knew that she had. She had to go out of town. Will be out the rest of the week. I am NOT being insensitive. Something is very fishy in Denmark.
Well, maybe rigs should really get the award. Girlfriend, you need to stand up to this manager and tell her like it is…namely, that you’ve got one foot out the door and will gladly make it two if she doesn’t quit being an asshat.
bumba, back away from the GS cookies. They are the preverbial handbasket.
On preveiw, I concede that everyone is having a crap week. Awards all around.
bobbio, here, put on this nice satin robe. We don’t want yout to catch cold. Besides, it’s much sexier if you leave sumpin to the imagination.
Where’s rue?
I said to imagine me nekkid, not that I was. I’ve got on my favorite slouching sweats.
The dog has stopped howling but still has the front door staked out.
Duck fat is absolutely the best thing in the world to use for cooking potatoes.
Oh, I also found out from a cookbook that you can make nice chip/cracker things from dumpling wrappers. I tried it on the weekend. You just get a package of said wrappers, cut them in half (so they aren’t too big to go in your mouth), grease a cookie sheet, peel them apart and arrange them on the cookie sheet (or sheets. There are about 100 wrappers in one package), brush them with oil and a flavouring, and bake them at 350 until they turn brown.
I did parmesan and thyme. You have to bake them until they turn pale to medium brown, or they won’t be crisp enough. Anyway, they make an excellent dip transport, and they taste good on their own.
Does anyone else have an MMP recipe file?
Nah, Pug --I don’t want it to be Friday–this is my weekend to work. The week needs to craaaaaaawl by (for me at least).
I have looked over my system’s website–only positions are FT or nocs. Um, no.
But, that doesn’t mean all that much, really. I don’t ahve to stay in the system (although I was just vested). Things to ponder, indeed. Nothing will be done until after my vaca/memorial service. (unless she denies me the vaca that she already approved).
I am freezing–not febrile, just cold. And my headache is back, so off to bed with me. I have until 5pm to get quasi-healthier–#1 son has a Band concert at 6. It’s his last one. With each Augmentin pill, I feel better (weird, huh).
Drae --I swear I didnt’ give it to you! And I hate when I lose money like that. Grrrr.
I’ve made those dumpling wrapper crisps. Pretty tasty, I say!
Humph. I just tried to get through to my son’s school. Keep getting a message that says, “this line is not available, please call back.” 
Tried a friend’s # that has the same prefix–her’s works fine. So, the school’s phones are down.
Argh. Now I have to go over there. He has chess club and won’t remember to not get on the bus (this is a problem in this house–he loves chess, but can’t seem to remember that once a week, he has chess club…). Also need to get directions to the band concert for #1 son–but his school phone is giving me the same message. (they’re in the same district). So, that’s 2 schools–and I want a nap!
Where is my personal assistant? I need people, dammit! I want to have people!
No, I know you didn’t give it to me. My friend Tiffiny got it, she gave it to her boyfriend, who is my roommate’s brother and gave it to her, and therefore is being transferred to me. What sucks is that anything that starts as a head cold with me ends up being bronchitis, because that’s just the way I work. Which reminds me …
11:29 a.m.–Vague feelings of dizziness and/or faintness recorded.
11:31 a.m.–Wheezing begins. Minor discomfort in back area, just below the shoulderblades, which any chronic bronchitis sufferer knows is just the beginning of the end. Coughing expected to commence around noon.
Naked swampy being eaten (<snerk>)? Damn! I was gone from the MMP all day yesterday. 
Have some chicken soup/tea/beer/mashed potatoes, Drae.
Any typing errors today are Bailey’s fault. He’s sitting on the mousepad and keeps walking on the keyboard.
I’ve had adventures, some of them of the cinematic variety. For our anniversary, dear husband and I went to the actual movie theater and saw Walk the Line on Saturday. We enjoyed it tremendously and of course were pulling for Jocquim and Reese on the main acting awards. I didn’t think J-boy had a chance, honestly, although he is my boyfriend … but yay on Reese. Boo on my DVR, which I set to record the awards when I was unable to keep my eyes open past 10 o’clock. The stoopid thing taped an hour and quit. I missed all the big awards! Well, I did see the guy win for Truman.
But anyway lil Mr. Cherry Baby suffered a cold over the weekend, which dampened his sunny personality, but otherwise he wasn’t too terribly sick. Monday the older children were off school, so the day’s entertainment mostly consisted of driving my mother to her colonoscopy which she endured entirely without medication. :eek: But the good part was, she took us out to lunch afterward, and the lil boy was moderately well-behaved. Specifically, he waited until we were almost finished eating before having to be taken, wailing, to the lobby.
I saw a recipe for Eggplant Parmesean in VT that looked terrific. Portabella mushrooms were involved. I think I’m gonna give it a try this week.
Drae -you get bronchitis because you smoke. <wags finger in general direction>
Lecture over.
I am back from #2 son’s school. I went into the office and told the woman that I couldn’t get thru on the phone. She said, “We know and I have my cell phone, just in case.”
Duh. But no-one else knows your cell number you moron! anyway, I was able to use the house phone and leave a message that way for the teacher.
Headache is back, as is the lovely mucoid substance --I am on my third box of Kleenex. Oy.
I will accept the lecture from a health professional. And I will tell you that I don’t smoke when in the throes of bronchitis because I’m stupid, but not that stupid. 
I’m hoping to skip lunch and then head for the doctor in the late afternoon, before the traffic starts. My doctor, of course, is very conveniently located–convenient to my old apartment, that is, and in the complete opposite direction from the new house. The place is a McDoctor setup, but they take my insurance and the doctor I always see is the bestest. She trusts by now that I know what my symptoms feel like, and believes me when I say the bronchitis is coming. I’m going to have to sit and wait no matter when I go, but I would definitely rather go in the late afternoon than after work, when I could be there until nine o’clock.
So, I ask to skip lunch and leave early and I get a lecture. I’m so annoyed, I almost feel better. Like I give a damn if they fire me. I almost want to beg them to do so. I’m also seriously considering just giving my damn notice and finding a new job once I have my days free to look for one. I so hate it here.
Whining over.
Howdy everybody! I am going to Tucson. Everything is settled. I am calm and serene, even though I don’t have any of my clothes ready yet so I have to go home and decide what to pack tonight! I’m fine though. Really. I can handle it. I can. Really. Somebody has offered to pick up dinner and bring it over but is a chicked cause somebody says he ain’t stickin’ around when the packing mania/frenzy begins. The big poopyhead!
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] the chicken tortilla thing sounds yum. I’m adding that to the stuff I gotta make real soon file.
Bobbio I’ve always imagined that you are nekkid at your computer. Matter of fact I think that’s why Maddie is waiting for mommy to come home. She’s all traumatized at seeing daddy nekkid. 
So, my doctor isn’t in today, and I’m still so mad at my supervisor that my adrenaline is making me feel almost healthy. I’m feeling a little erratic and irrational today, can you tell?
Anyhow, I have made the (tentative–I’ll wait until I calm down) decision that for better or worse, April 28th will be my last day here. The good news is that if I give six weeks’ notice and they “help” me out the door a little sooner, I can probably collect unemployment. The bad news is that if I give them that much notice, they’ll probably make me train my replacement. I don’t do well training others. le sigh
I make my own life difficult sometimes … but at least I’m aware of it.
Swampy, it sounds like you pack the way I do. I make lists, then I pack a week early, then I make more lists and unpack and repack and bring entirely too much because I don’t know what I’m going to want to wear, or I go the other way and bring not enough because I think I won’t want to wear much more than jeans and t-shirts.
Well, livin’ in the South, we’re used to eating roadkill. Why not fish that have been squished, too?
Okay, today I’m full of the grrrrrrrrr and high level irritation, bordering on anger. No, scratch that; I am HIGHLY PISSED and ready to do some head twistin’ off and stompin’ on said heads.
As a freakin’ courtesy, I sent my boss a worksheet showing the number deletions I had to make a certain primary care dept’s provider roster on my schedule release. Even with nearly 100 FREAKIN’ deletions, they only showed a 14 or 15 percent schedule submission rate at six weeks out.
My boss came in and told me “We need to talk”. I asked if I had done something wrong, and he literally told me I may have because this department states they have schedules out. They are freakin’ lying, but I can’t say this. They are supposed to release schedules 6 FUCKIN’ (I am beyond pissed now) weeks out. It is THEIR g-damn responsibility to update the schedule release. They won’t give up their g-damn keys in another system so our central scheduling branch can do the schedules for them.
I am now being told to explain this department’s lack of performance in this arena. HELLO?! I am the g-dam DATA ANALYST.
I AM NOT A CHIEF! I AM NOT A SUPERVISOR! I DON’T HAVE A BIG STICK! I CAN’T FORCE THESE DEPARTMENTS TO DO ANYTHING. MY JOB IS TO MERELY REPORT DIFFERENT STATISTICS, ANALYZE THE DATA BASED ON WHAT IS SUBMITTED TO ME AND RECOMMEND COURSES OF ACTION BASED ON THAT. I HAVE FREAKIN’ DONE THIS.
I am full of grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr now.
Okay, sorry, rant over. I think this a very bad week for many of us. Thanks for reading.
It is kinda nice just bein’ able to stop and pick up sump’n fresh for dinner ain’t it?
I am waiting on five pieces of paper to be faxed to me. I hate this. Those five pieces of paper are worth about $25,000. I need them so I can bill out that amount. Where’s my dang five pieces of paper already!
Drae what I like to do the night before the night I’m packing is to get everything out and all lined up. I did not get to do this last night. I’m good with it though. Really. I shall not FREAK THE HELL OUT over it. See, I need both spiffy and casual stuff. I keep telling myself, no biggie. I can always iron shirts at the hotel, which is true. No problem. Really.
Geeze, I sounded like a raving lunatic there. Sorry about that.
I am slightly more cool and collected. The funny thing is, I wouldn’t express any of that aloud here at work. Well, not in that way. I can be professional, crisp, and non-offensive.
Anywhoooo…I apologize for my F-bomb here in our gentle, warm MMP. That was language more suited to the Pit. I don’t often use it, but I was fired up and typed before I thought.
I think tonight I’ll be having a glass of wine or three.