I’m up again. I think I’ll go watch the Canes practice this morning, then pick up Wonderbeagle’s meds. I may motivate my self to clean something, or I may just sit in a stupor today. There is an article in the paper about a new audio book version of the Bible, with Samuel L. Jackson as God: "Get those motherFking serpents out of my motherfking Garden!:
It sounds like the judge isn’t going to make a decision on Mesaba until Friday or Monday. So as long as you’re flying before then, they won’t be on strike 'cause they’re not allowed to (and Mesaba’s not allowed to cut pay until the judge makes a decision).
But if you get stranded in Mpls, let us know and we’ll have a mini-Dopefest!
Big boss (CEO) just came over and asked if we’d changed anything in the forecast. (Remember the forecast that I hate?) We had last week so I had to say yes. But my boss’s boss had wanted to keep it kinda quiet that we’d had to change it yet again. I’m guessing she’s not going to be thrilled that Big Boss noticed the change. Nothing else I could do though. I certainly wasn’t going to lie - or even try to spin the truth - to Big Boss!
Hi, all. I’m back, no longer green about the gills, thank heaven. Turns out it probably wasn’t the new medication because I’m not nauseous at all today; I think I had some kind of a short but violent intestinal bug. I spent the day snoring in bed, with my five-toed bed sloth, Emily, curled up under my chin purring. She enjoyed my being sick a lot more than I did.
Alas, now I have to work my behind off (if only that would really happen, I could use some behind-shrinking!) trying to catch up on all the work that was due yesterday that I’m either only half done with or haven’t started. Plus another job that’s due tomorrow. I hate getting sick when I have deadlines looming; sometimes I can keep myself propped up in my chair long enough to make it, but not this time. Yuk. :mad:
I hope all’s well with everybody else. I did a quick scan but am still too woozy to remember who said what, so I hope everyone is happy/well/recovering/successful, as needed. See you all again when I get this work done!
Tupug, yeah, I don’t understand it either. The priest in charge told Mr. Lissar that we should both pull out and wait for a couple of years. In a couple of years we’re going to be having babies (I hope) and Mr. Lissar will be starting his school. I don’t forsee life getting a lot less complicated then. Babies generally complicate things.
Today I have to do five loads of laundry, clean the kitchen, tidy everything, and clean the fridge. Quasi-Daughter is studying all day. I don’t really mind housework when I’m doing it with someone, but another whole day of scrubbing alone is depressing.
I remembered last night that I could do some unsupervised web surfing, so I went to urbandictionary to look up my company. Our competitors barely rated a half page but **we ** have 3 pages, y’all! Woo hoo, we’re number 1, we’re number 1! Ahem. 3 pages of spittle-flecked bile, hatred and burning rage. Apparently, I’m not the only one.
Tupug, NC is too nice because she’s a single mom with 2 kids, supporting her parents while her father is dying, and working 2 jobs to do it. She can’t afford to walk away from this one right now. What’s my excuse? Oh, yeah, they still don’t know what the hell is wrong with my liver, although it’s going down now. Meanwhile, my cube neighbor has been “promoted,” so she gets to do her job **and ** her new job and get yelled at for not doing them both perfectly.
But I finally figured out why everyone always says why they love the people here and miss the camaraderie when they leave. They’re foxhole friendships. When you’re in agony under the whip, they’re under the same lash. When a 40 hour week is only available by special arrangement (you slacker, you!), when you have department meetings specifically to tell you what horrible employees you are and how you should all be out-sourced to India and you should be grateful you even have a job, since you’re so worthless, then yeah, you like your co-workers. Everyone else is too busy asking you why you haven’t left yet. Because of the people!
li-li, I have housekeeping coming by today, do you want me to send them your way when they’re done?
Hmmmph! I was just outside enjoying the end of my lunch break and watchin a hawk that landed in the retention area out there. He had obviously caught something but I couldn’t see what it was in the grass. Then he flipped his head and slurped down a worm. :eek: Hawks eat worms??? Who woulda thunk it.
Sigh. I was starving at lunch, but lo and behold, I wasted my entire lunch half-hour trying to get a dog out of the middle of the street and back to his home. I think he listened to me. I saw him go into somebody’s backyard, at least.
I’ve done a lot of cleaning and made a lot of phone calls. I’m not cranky yet. Surprising. It may have something to do with mini chocolate peanut butter cups and gingersnaps.
DogButler, I saw a FedEx truch while I was out running errands and thought about you. Did your tickets arrive yet?
I am so grrrrr at Hobby Lobby. I have asked them 4 times to order the glaze I need for my beads and they still don’t have it in stock. It is much closer than Michael’s, but Michael"s has what I need in stock. I have to go to PetsMart in the next couple of days for cat food, so I’ll go to Michael’s while I’m out there. I hate driving in that part of town - it’s always very congested.
The little old ladies are out early this year. Usually they are only out in full force between Thanksgiving and Christmas, but I got trapped behind one this afternoon. Doing 25 in a 40 makes me crazy.
Drae, hope your bum feels better soon. Your finger, too, Picu.
I organized my desk and filed and everything. This is definitely a sign of impending doom! I even placed office supply orders and followed up on things. I’m all caught up on my busy work, how cool is that? I literally have nothing to do. Good thing I’m going home in 10 minutes.
It’s been a non productive day today. I went and watched the Canes practice. It was pretty cool. Actually it was cold. Note to self: Even if its 80 outside, it’s still 50 in the rink.