Gratz on still having a sister, Spaz :eek:
Those pics of Gnat are supermegacute, LiLi.
Next Wednesday is Ash Wednesday, so this week is Carnavales. The Nephew will be Peter Pan (a gift someone gave them last year, but last year he had the clothes the Proud Uncle had brought from China) and the Niece Tinkerbelle, but I may not be able to see them in 3D due to travel times. I’ll try to extract pics from the Proud Parents.
Busy as hell work week. There’s a guy who’s supposed to explain something to me. I’ll call him Tadpole because he’s so slippery he reminds me of hunting for tadpoles and frogs in irrigation ditches… it’s eels who are traditionally used as a comparison for slipperiness, but the thing is, eels give you a shock when you grab them and this guy don’t give you nothin’. His information is like Wikipedia: it can be used as a starting point, but you absolutely have to check it and it can be terribly out of date.
So anyway, he’s supposed to explain something to me, and today’s plan includes grabbing him, saying “I know you’re now from the client and stuff (he’s a consultant who “hired in”) but I need you to explain this to me because otherwise I can’t do the work I need to do for you guys, and by the way I may not be here on Friday so it’s today or tomorrow and it better be today, just so I have time to process it and ask questions while I’m here, pretty please.” Would it be terribly unprofessional if, in case he can’t find the time today, I just stick to his ass tomorrow?
(Why miss Friday, may you ask? Cos there’s a yearly tax which my town-of-residence doesn’t appear to have charged me for and I may need to go there to pay it, I tried emailing to ask but their inbox is full so I have to phone and ask.)
Yesterday “only” involved about 3 hours total of explaining to Sheboss stuff I’ve already explained to Sheboss (some of it I explained several times) and of hearing “I don’t believe it.” Supermegaboss was nearby the whole time and the look on her face when hearing Sheboss whine “I don’t believe it” during the second bout of it was priceless. Sheboss believes anything a “superior” says, if Heboss or SMB said Santa isn’t the parents she’d somehow manage to believe it (with nagging doubts, but she’d silence them because “the boss said so and bosses are always right because they always have all the information except for me cos I don’t always have it but it’s my subordinates’ fault”); at the same time, if a subordinate tells Sheboss something can be done, her response is “
I don’t believe it” and if a subordinate says something can not be done, her response is “
I don’t believe it.” Le sigh. So far I’ve refrained from telling Sheboss that I find her lack of faith disturbing.
I read up on ESFJ (Mom and Sheboss), as I find those thingees kind’a useful as an “instructions manual,” sometimes they give me ideas.
ETA: isn’t crushing canes a necessary step for making sugar? (duck)