Pencil skirt, form fitting sweater, glasses, pearls, hair up. That’s what librarians are supposed to wear, right?
My day was loooooooong, although I went home on time. I really shouldn’t have, but I promised my son I’d take him to the mall. Anyway, I took him there, got him some jeans and shorts, and a couple of pair of jeans for the hubby.
We’re helping our daughter’s boyfriend move into his new condo on Saturday.
I was hoping to take Friday off since it’s a training holiday with liberal leave policy, but I just have way too much work to feel good about taking the day off. Too bad, it would have been a nice four day weekend.
I skimmed, but I’m just too tired to have retained it.
It is quite a pity that bag of peanut MnMs wasn’t up to standards, but what can you do… oh yes, I know! Ask for another sample! That’s the standard procedure in QC labs when the first sample is bad but not so bad it tries to walk out of the factory by itself, anyway.
I’m so glad I don’t work in the Scottish project any more. I was replaced by a girl who was supposed to stay in Spain and partially by one of the guys who was already in the project (he was supposed to be her interface with the Scotts); that girl later left (the Hordie has promised dirty details but says it’s a long story, with chapters); yesterday her replacement, who was to be in Scotland and had fitted in just great with the group, received a phone call, took it to one of the small meeting rooms, left the building looking like a North Sea storm… turns out Supermegaboss had just told her that she’d be flying back to Spain today, because “I need you solving incidents here.”
Yeehaw. These people treat human beings as if we were portable hard drives and then they wonder why people aren’t productive… so, so glad I’m not there.
Moving to the dorm on Saturday, have already rented a car.
It’s starting again - the thing that laid me up for two weeks - I woke up at 3:30 with a coughing fit - I am on my 3rd Halls. I’m going to the doc’s after work. Iffy - thank you
I’d make the trains run on time, there would be decent pensions, the dole-scroungers would have to work and we’d have none of this boozing ASBO nonsense. And people would be able to smoke wherever they wanted to. Is that too much like heaven for some folks?
I have made my boss mad again…yikes! Maybes I won’t need to quit in February maybes I will be fired
I am very stressed BUT I am very proud of myself as I am not transfering that stress to food consumption. I have also found a water aerobics class near work as I need to do some exercise but take care of my knee!
Trouble is, some of my good friends are smokers and it’s annoying to have to keep interrupting our conversations so they can go outside for a smoke because our gov’s banned smoking in pubs and bars.
So I’d go with the European ideal and have smoking in bars back again. It was a very welcome change while we were away because they didn’t have to keep disappearing off every time they wanted a crafty puff.
Besides, if I’m taking over Hell, you won’t get in unless I happen to like you. Heaven can be reserved for the smokers, and there’s going to be some kind of purgatory for all the folks I don’t want cluttering up my nice bit of Hell. So beware! Hell will have bouncers!
Hope things look up for you soon, work-wise!
