FCM, I hope your owie gets better and doesn’t sting when you do the dishes.
I don’t have any on the job injuries today.
Our admin asst is getting ready to move on to a new job so she put out an e-mail today telling us all if we want supplies to order up. So, I went and got the catalog to look up goodies to order. I must not be in a “shopping” mood today because I ended up ordering three things: 4X6 lined Post Its, some tablets, and some uni-ball pens. I guess I’m cheap.
As others have noted, this has seemed like an incredibly looooong week. I was really disappointed today when I realized it’s not Friday.
No snow or rain here. Just beautiful blue skies and sunshine. I don’t think they’ll be sending us home early. Dang!
Finally, did you all just ever have one of those moods where every little thing is just getting on your last…dang…nerve? I do not know what is wrong with me. I told my office roomies (I’m in a three office suite and I sit in the front) that I wanted to shut the door because I was sick of the traffic and sick of hearing doors slam every 30 flipping seconds! I seem to be be the first stop for anybody that is lost because my door is the first door they see open. I don’t usually have a problem directing these people to the right place, but when I’m working a project I get a little sick of the interruptions. Also, even though my little name plaque states my name and my title (Data Analyst) these people all seem to think I’m the dang receptionist/secretary for my office mates! They have actually come in and asked me to make copies. I just want to SCREAM that I’m not anyone’s secretary. Of course, one must maintain one’s professional demeanor in these situations, but I am finding it difficult today. The funny thing is, they all stop to read my plaque, but it doesn’t seem to register with them. Alrighty then, done with my little mini-rant. Thanks for indulging me.
Once upon a time, I sat in the first cubicle one would encounter when entering our office area. And naturally, being of the female persuasion, I must be the secretary, right? Even people who knew I was an engineer still expected me to keep track of the supervisor, because, well, you know… I had an answer ready: “It’s not my turn to watch him.”
I always meant to ask Bill if he had similar issues when he sat in that cube. Luckily, my cube is now out of sight of the door, so I’m safe.
I’m menu planning. Mr. Lissar starts his next rotation tonight at midnight, so it’ll be mostly me eating alone for the next week, and a lot of sandwiches and carrot sticks and things for him. I suck at cooking for one- I have a bad feeling it’ll be grilled cheese or toast all week. Someone inspire me. I’ll probably just make a big batch of soup and eat it all week.
Incidentally, it occurs to me that I haven’t eaten anything yet.
Driving Husband gave Mr. Lissar a very nice thermos for his brithday, so now Mr. Lissar can have hot soup and stuff at work. Maybe I should do chili. Hmm.
After The Girl’s soccer practice the other night she was very, very excited about something. When I saw her she told me the big secret: one of the women from the US National Team had come to their practice to help out, and is going to specifically help their team from now on. Her name is Danielle F (really long and Greek name), and she has an Olympic gold medal and a World Cup championship to her name, even if she’s not as famous as Mia Hamm or Brandi Chastain (The Girl’s favorite player is Cat Reddick). I think my daughter is the only one on her team who really knew that this woman was a celebrity. She told her little brother that he could touch the hand that had touched the star (she shook hands with her). Anyway, Ms. D is married to the guy who is now in charge of our soccer program, so I’m guessing the aura will fade a little over time, but she is very excited to get to practice again tonight. She’s very cute about it all.
Oh, and Tupug, she said she really likes the book. I’m sure with the merchandising you’ll be able to get a little blue toy pug, should you want one.
More than likely someone will get one for me. Every little pug thing I have, and there are many, was a gift. The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] played soccer back in the day, water polo, too. The water polo team was in it’s first year at her high school. They went all the way to the state finals. I like having an athletic daughter, don’t you?
Well, she’s probably more determined than athletic. But it worked for me, so perhaps it will work for her, too. I didn’t know that they had water polo in Florida schools, btw.
No Puggy, you may not have any of my caffenergy. What you need is rest. When was the last time you just sat in peace? Mmmhmm, not since before stress and strife hit, I thought so. Get back to your seat young lady! Put your head down and relax, right this moment! Don’t make me get out the blanky and cocoa.
Today was stupid. And odd. Just bunches of stupid, odd, or stupid and odd things happened. Or didn’t happen. Feh.
I’m home from Etlanner! Stoopid trip! Six hours of driving for a three hour meeting. However, I did get to eat lunch at Lombardi’s in Underground, so that was good. I had fettuchinie (I know it ain’t spelled right but, that’s as close as I can get. So There! :p) that had chicken, basil and roma tomatoes in a lemon zested cream sauce. It was good. The sause was really light and tasty! Course on the menu it was this big Italian name that I couldn’t get out so I just pointed and told the waitress, “I want this.” All class I am. My boss (who paid for lunch. YAY Boss!) has the rissiotto (also not spelled right, see above). It had chicken, asparagus, roma tomatoes and other stuff in it. It was good too. My co-worker had the penne (I know that’s spelled right) pasta with roma tomatoes, Italian sausage, those Italian olives that I can’t think of the name of but it sounds kinda like calamari (may or may not be spelled right, again, see above). It was good too. We all sampled each others food. We always do that wherever we eat. Oh and I had a good glass of red wine. No, I don’t know the name of it. It was red. It was wine. It tasted good. That’s all I need to know. So There!
We also trashed some folks who were in the same meeting. Good food, good wine and raking people we don’t like over the coals. What could be better.
If I decide I’m hungry tonight, I get to eat tuna fish. Kinda anticlimatic ain’t it?
Winnie I’m sending prayers and good healing thoughts to your BIL. I hope he’s doing better today.
Boy, that sounds yummy. I had…wait for it…salad. BUT…it was a TACO salad today. Tonight, because I have to go to the son’s school I’m stopping to pick up some Mickey D’s for dinner.
Also, Swampy , I told the hubby about your coming to Seattle in May and he wants to join us too. He thought it would be really cool to meet one of the MMPers. He gets a real kick out of reading everybody’s posts here. I don’t know why he doesn’t just join up.
Well, I have a minor fire to put out. Someone is unhappy and I need to appease them. Does anyone have any sacrificial goats handy?
Glad I’m not the only one who’s been having a week…It’s nice to have company.
Experience has taught me that 4-day weeks are always 6 days long. Tonight’s the first night I haven’t felt like crawling into bed immediately upon arrival home.
Rue, thanks for the history on Bettie back there somewhere. Most enlightening. Or frightening. Or something.
Wintermute, sorry to hear about your BIL. You and your family are in my thoughts. Keep us updated.
It snowed just about all day here (there were comments every time anyone looked out the window at work), but I’m not sure where it went. It’s daintily decorating trees, shrubs and grass, but the sidewalks and roads have stayed remarkably clear. Kinda nice.
Did I mention that I went to lunch with friends last week and our lunch consisted of 1 1/3 desserts per person? Yes, we’ve been stressed lately, why do you ask? It was yummy.
I am SO looking forward to the weekend. Don’t know how I’ll make it through tomorrow!
Taters by all means drag the hubby along. Heck, I may even hug him too. I am an equal opportunity hugger. I’ll hug anybody who doesn’t move outta the way fast enough.
It’s Friday! YAY! Tonight we’re eating at a local seafood restaurant. It’s a bday thing and this is where birthday girl wants to eat. They have really good catfish and I’ve had me a catfish hankerin’ lately. As luck would have it, they have all you can eat catfish on Fridays and Saturdays. All I can eat? Is that a challenge I hear? Tomorrow night another friend is making her nummy lasagna (lasagne). I’ve seen it spelled both ways. ACBG has never had this particular lasagna so he’s in for a treat. She makes homemade bread too. YAY!
I intend to do as little of next-to-nothing as I can possibly get away with today. It’s rainy and ick and I just don’t wanna be here so I’ma gonna be a slacker today. That could be a good thing for everybody cause when the boss is slackin’ he don’t care if everybody else is slackin’ too.
-swampbear (I even wore jeans and my sneaks to work today! I put on a shirt too.)
Getting a pre-emptive strike on next week’s MMP. Batten down yer hatches, MMPers east of the Mississippi.
Of course this will happen. The high school basketball tournament starts in Indiana, and the circus comes to Hampton. Both events mean a near-promised winter storm.
Ah, that I only could, ashes, but stress and strife are still hitting so it may be a while before I can latch on to the blanky and cocoa. I’ll probably have to go out to Useless (Eustice) to see Grampy and Gram tomorrow. Sister BarbeeDoll[sup]TM[/sup] took Grampy to see the surgeon yesterday for a follow-up and they took some blood. He may be anemic. Don’t they have some kinda medication for that now besides iron? We don’t want him to take iron what with how it can slow things down on the exit ramp. Anyway, between Grampy and work (totally out of control) I’m gonna have to just grit my teeth and getter done.
Yeah, our weather dudes are eyein’ that system suspiciously as well. We won’t get snow, but we could get bad thunderstorms and/or tornados. :eek: Yeah, like we need another freakin’ wind storm. :rolleyes:
