Have I mentioned that I hate CREO 2.0?? Because I do, with a white-hot hate of hatred.
<sigh>
I don’t miss my old job, but I do miss the software…
Happy Thorsday!
Looks to be another pretty day.
{{{Butters}}}
Sorry you’ve had so many sucky days Doggio
Hey Sticky and {{{Bobbio}}}
Welcome to all the new MMPers.
I always wanted a twin. There’s certainly enough of me for two, maybe three, whole people. 
Thanks everyone. In a way I think it may be better this way so she can remember her friend the way she was before she got cancer.
At irk. Tis cloudy and threatening rain. I am off to our last big air show meeting in a few minutes.
Happy to report that today Lucky Louie is feeling much better and did his business with no complaints. We are now on the road to recovery.
Flytrap, hugs to you
**Rosie’s ** sig to everyone!
That was forty years ago, but thanks. 
Lunch break was much needed. Shortly I will carry a pile of drawings over to the boss and try to figure out why I can’t find the parts lists. Then, with a little luck, I’ll have something else to do.
I really hate the early days of any job - not knowing the local routines, etc. I know it’s part of the learning curve, but I still hate dealing with it.
I suspect the boss and the woman I share the office with are a “thing” - he’s always bringing her food and stuff. It’s weird. I miss having my own space, even if it is just a cubicle. Oh well…
If that is a tacklehug, I’ll take it. Otherwise, 
ruble and sunny, haven’t read Old Man’s War yet (it’s on my to do list). I would suggest David Weber’s Honor Harrington series, at least the first 6-8 books (it begins to bog down a bit and the story branches out a lot after War of Honor).
Five Guys has been obtained and is now digesting happily in my tummy (their French Fries should be labeled an addictive substance by the FDA–I eat way to many). Probably won’t get much irk done as I feel more like napping than working, but hanging in there.
Conga rats, Sticky!
{{{butters}}} Don’t be to hard on yourself.
sunny, some of us aren’t really morning people, we just have to roll out of bed at 0:dark thirty to make a living. That, and we’re in different time zones. 
Yay, Louie!
It sprinkled a little on my way to irk this morning and we got thunderboomers once I was safely ensconced in my cubicle. I hope it’s clear for the egg hunt and games Sunday.
Went to Olmedo with Mom. Pretty place. As expected, she first didn’t want to go see the Mudéjar miniatures, then when instead of being proposed by me they were proposed by the local tourist office you would have thought that going to see Mudéjar miniatures was her lifelong dream. Whaaatever, I still got to see pretty minibuildings and get a sampler of “buildings I want to see in the area”.
Had rice with bogavante (I think it’s lobster in English), which Mom claimed she hadn’t had before. It’s at least the third time she claims she’s never had it before… I’m really starting to think she’s more wrong inna head than usual, but I guess it’s not a Real Big Problem so long as she doesn’t start getting on the wrong train, forgetting to shut off the gas or something like that. Will have to mention it to the Bros, though.
Howdy Y’all! My irk week has been survived. YAY! ‘Tis all cloudy out so maybe the weather PTB are goin’ to get it right this time. :dubious: Tonight we (or at least I) will attendy Maundy Thursday services. YP has posted his annual “Just another manic Maunday” post on facebook so it must be for real. 
OYKW is pickin’ up dindin at Sonny’s (MOOOOOOM) rather than the grocery sto’ deli, so I have smoked brisket, baked beans, slaw, and cornbread headin’ my way in a little while. YUM!
Oh Bobbio, getting tackle hugged by me would be more like getting charged by a rhino.
My drive home now is right around 30 minutes, so faster and less aggravating than my old commute - largely because I don’t get caught up in the traffic going off base. It may be slightly longer distance, but definitely shorter time. YAY!
Cod and cornbread and something veggie-like for supper.
Then I’ll be veggie-like. I’s tahred!! Glad the week is almost over!
OYKW showed up with comestibles soon after I posted so we et. YUM! He has decided to forgo the service tonight cause he’s tahrd, poor thing. I shall go because I want to and I agreed to ush duty so I must. For now however, 'tis chill time.
Blurf.
I have flat feet, a condition that has plagued me since birth. I have had the resulting problems that plague those of us with flat feet and sought appropriate treatment. These have included, in no particular order, physical therapy, orthotics, anti-inflammatory drugs (but no shots), more physical therapy, more drugs, and very good, very expensive shoes. Every so often, my Achilles tendon (or what I’d been told was my Achilles tendon) becomes inflamed. I do the PT exercises, take drugs, and apply heat, and the pain goes away until next time.
Except there is no “goes away” this time. My heel fucking HURTS. It has fucking HURT since last November. It fucking HURTS first thing in the morning, and the only relief I can get is if I move it, then if I move it too much it fucking HURTS again. Get it? My heel fucking HURTS and the fucking HURTING is getting worse.
My friend Chris told me to quit being a pussy and call the doctor. I called the orthopedist and got in this afternoon. I got the shpiel about more physical therapy and drugs and orthotics – until I bit the poor orthopod’s head off and explained that this is not a new problem, it’s an old problem that has gotten a lot worse and isn’t getting any better. I now have an MRI appointment set for next week and an appointment with the foot-and-ankle guy the week after. It’s also probably not the Achilles tendon, but another tendon that’s shortened, which is why it feels better if I move it.
Fucking flat feet. Fucking rotten tendons. And still no job offer. I have a feeling this is going to be “hurry up and wait”.
Rockin’ good for you for pushing the Doc. Sometimes they just don’t listen. Here’s hoping it’s something they can fix, like a bone spur. Hope the job folks get back to you soon. If it’s been a week or so, it’s ok to contact the hiring manager and ask for status. You know they checked up on you, so it may just be a paperirk thing at this point. I know that when I’ve been a hiring manager it could take weeks (sorry) to get HR all organized on extending the offer.
Migraine from hell today. My daughter came home from school with the same. Poor thing to get my migraine genes. 
No idea what we’ll do for dinner. Probably delivery of some kind. Although the though of food makes me even more queasy, I do recognize that other family members might like to eat.
Why do doctors do this?
My heart problem…brief blips of chaos probably caused by what’s called “irritable foci” - essentially one or more rogue spots trying to act as another pacemaker in my heart. He says “Don’t do anything too stressful.” Well Doc, you just pegged the stress meter!
On the other hand, if Adam Savage was in the room looking at the EKG, he’d be saying “Now THAT’S a result!” There’s at least something satisfying about seeing it in black and white on paper that all those moments of “Ooh, that felt funny…” aren’t just in my head. At the same time, it’s scary to see sections of ordinary heart beats replaced by what looks like wild scribbling. Mine didn’t go on for so long as in that pic, but any amount of it is too long!
Gottie It sucks that you’re going through this. At least they’ve identified the problem and, hopefully, a fix will follow from there. {{{hugs}}}
I have to go to bed. Smokey is sitting on my printer, next to the monitor, swiping at my hands as I type and scolding me for not being in bed so that I can brush and cuddle her. G’nite.
Switching departments effective Saturday. On the plus side, it’s four 7-hour shifts each week, which works out better than scattering my 28 hours/week over five days (it’ll wind up at least feeling like I have a lot more free time), and it’s consistent about what time my shift starts and ends each work day. On the minus side, it’s early shift, so calls for getting up at stupid-o-clock.
At least new supe seems like a reasonably nice lady. I’m old enough to be her mother, but no worries, she’ll still get the respect due her rank. 
DH is starting a new job Monday. Short-term, but hopefully he’ll do well enough to impress the staffing service into keeping him nice and busy while he’s working on finding a permanent spot somewhere. Not-so-bright side on this: MUCH longer commute, so lots more money spent on gas.