I have to be honest and say I haven’t even really tried. I’ve done the stuff I have to do, the stuff that wouldn’t get done if I didn’t do it, the stuff I have to call and make sure got done if I am not in the office for any reason.
But the other stuff, the stuff that can get done at any time and nobody’s even going to notice if I don’t do? The hell with that. I seriously plan on taking off at 3:00, and I feel mildly guilty, but if I hadn’t been relatively certain nobody would do my work properly if I weren’t here, I would have taken the last week and a half off.
It appers it was a false alarm. Just as weel, it is a whole household event:
Cat: :run: HORNK! :run: HORNK! :run: H-H-H-HHOOORRNK!
Me: Oh frak!
Dog: Soft bake cookies!!
Spats, that was great.
Laundry and chores and then work, today. I bought a smoked picnic shoulder that I’m going to crockpot overnight, and then make black bean soup tomorrow in the stock. Oh, and I’ve got egg bread rising, for an experimental batch of chocolate breadsticks- soft breadsticks with chopped bittersweet chocolate rolled into them.
Time to strip the bed. Oh, yay.
Every time I hear cat and dog stories I am even more grateful for my leopard gecko and my turtles. The most the gecko does is leave a cricket leg behind. Bleh.
Even when I had a parrot, all she did is throw seed around and lick all the juice out of the watermelon pieces, leaving me to remove the dried-up husks.
My boss is the awesomest. He works from home much of the week, and I e-mailed him to say that I’m going to skip lunch and work until the drugs wear off, then head home. He’s got no problem with that. Best. Boss. Ever.
My dog is the same way.
Whenever the cat makes that distinctive ‘hornk, hornk’ noise, she comes a-runnin’ because she knows a nice warm snack is in the making. Yeah, it’s gross, but at least I don’t have to clean it up.
We really do need that barfing smilie.
And we’ll be getting ‘bottled up’ next week. It does sound like something you’d do in the liquor store - I never thought of that. Actually, it means putting on an air bottle and a mask.
I believe we had this discussion a few weeks ago, about things that sounds dirty in firefighting, but aren’t. Let’s see, last night we talked about rubbers vs. leathers - but don’t get too excited, we were talking about boots.
There’s also hard suction, humping hose, and if being ‘first-in’ is good or bad.
Okay, my daughter got to go see something yesterday that totally gives me chills. She and her boyfriend went to a court hearing, to see the hearing of a guy that the Innocence Project managed to get out of prison after serving 37 years for a crime he didn’t commit. (They were able to prove it by DNA evidence.) That is just so amazing – the guy was brought into court in shackles and a prison jumpsuit, then ordered released immediately and able to walk out of court in a suit (brought by the Innocence Project people) a free man.
Sometimes Seriously Good Stuff really does happen.
I am back at work today, although I’m not sure I should have come in. I have the “zaps,” a common side effect to coming off of anti-depressants. They are really, really bad this time. Imagine being randomly zapped by electricity, sometimes once a second for several minutes and then nothing for long stretches, while simultaneously being light headed and barely being able to put one foot in front of the other. It’s soooo much fun, especially the staggering down the halls part.
My professional association members are being a real pain - if you don’t like the way I do things, why didn’t you run for office? We have over 130 members, yet we couldn’t elect a full board. Also, the member [del]making a mess of[/del] running the October meeting *cannot * get my email address right, so I don’t get her emails (accusing me of various malfeasances) until 2 or 3 days later, when she resends it. If she can find the right address to resend, why can’t she get it right the first time
Back from walking to lunch. It is a byoo-tee-ful day in the neighborhood! High of 80° and low humidity. We went to a new (to us) restaurant - Wolfgang Puck’s Express. Kinda sorta like gourmet fast food. It was quite good, and we sat outside on the patio. Too bad we had to come back.
Only one more day of working, then off for four days. My brother called, and wants me to pick him and his wife up at the airport, so he can save on a rental car. No biggie. So I’ll pick them up at the airport tomorrow night. Hmm - I better figure out something we can eat in a hurry around 8:30-ish… Maybe homemade tacos and beans - I already have a big container of cooked pintos in the freezer…
I’m sorry so many of you are feeling rotten. Sore butts, sore heads, sore feelings… Feel better soon, OK?
<insurance puppet voice>
Back to work! Back to work!
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Co-worker and I made a run for the border. I was half-way through my “burrito supreme” when I realized it wasn’t a burrito supreme. :rolleyes: My other co-worker was half-way through his “beef and something burrito” when he realized it wasn’t. Yeah, somehow our orders were switched.
I talked to Mr. Taters on my co-worker’s cell-phone. He very gleefully told me that he has tomorrow off because it’s going to be dead. He’d talked to his boss earlier today about being able to come in around 1:30 tomorrow, so he could go out on the boat. His boss told him later that he could just have the whole day off. He was real happy about that.
I, on the other hand, will be slaving away here at work. The boss is finally back and told me today he’ll be going through all the e-mails and attachments I’ve been sending him since the beginning of this month. He also told me to not be suprised if he starts sending a lot of questions/additional taskers back. The boss has basically been out of the net since the beginning of the month due to training and other requirements.
Well, time to put out a report.
I hope everyone is feeling better.
BTW, it must be nice to be able to take pain killers. I can’t take them. They all make me barf for hours and hours on end.
I just had the realization that the timing of Plague Season at Faire is closely related to Snot-Nosed Crumb-Snatchers Go Back To School Time. A couple of our members are school teachers, and they were ill last week. I’d say “A pox on them!” but it appears they already have been smote with pox and are merely passing it along.
I just wonder how our Queen survives - she not only lives it, but teaches Elizabethan history. Dunno if that’s a steady gig, or if she just pops into classes as a guest on some rotating basis.
Regardless, I’m starting to regret coming into work today. My eyes and ears are itching, and I seem to have dislocated a rib from coughing. <Reaches back and self-adjusts…POP> Ah, that’s a bit better. Can’t let my chiropractor have all the fun, can I?
That is really cool. Although the notion of being locked up for 37 years for something you didn’t do is beyond sucky it is nice to know that clearing an innocent man is possible.
Sorry to hear so many of you have migranes, are sick, etc. Hope you feel better soon. Chicken soup for everyone.
I’ve spent most of the day on one problem, which it turns out is completely out of my control. So I’m glad to know it’s not my fault, but I feel bad that the person who needs this data has had to wait so long. She’s going on vacation starting tomorrow and has to finish things before she goes and she needs my stuff to finish. So that’s kinda sucky. We need to hunt down whoever screwed up the data and make them stay late to help her. Grrr. That’d probably be frowned upon though, seeing as there’s a big sign saying that guns are banned on these premises. So no hunting I guess. Oh well.
OK, so I took my sweetie off The List - he wasn’t so much saving a squirrel as reacting to motion he saw in the street which turned out to be a squirrel. I mean, if it was a puppy or a fluffy bunny, there’s no way he’d be on The List. Right?? Anyway, the appraiser looked at it today and he’ll be faxing something to **FCD ** tomorrow and shortly thereafter, we’ll make arrangements to get the dang thing fixed. He’ll probably be headed to Colorado this weekend, followed by a week in FL starting Oct 6, so he’ll only need the rental for a couple of days anyway.
I’ve got a chicken roasting in the oven - I didn’t feel like messing with the rotisserie today. We’ll also have smashed N.O.T. and gravy from a can and sugar snap peas and maybe something else. I was thinking pears.
After dinner I’m going to make stuffed cabbage from my grandmother’s recipe. I’d write it in Polish, but I don’t know how to do the correct characters and I don’t feel like messing with it. That’ll be tomorrow’s dinner, because you can’t eat it the day you make it - that’s just wrong!!
Autumn is gorgeous right now - mild and sunny and great sleeping weather. I don’t expect it to last, but I’m enjoying it while I can!
Physical therapists are evil torturers. They start with nice stuff but then they get to the evil torture part and you end up leaving feeling like death warmed over. Or in my case, forget the warmed over. I’ve been completely useless since 4:00 this afternoon when I got out of therapy. Grr.
According to the English to Polish translator I googled stuffed cabbabe is napchany kapusta. I know it can look Polisher, but I was curious. Plus I like stuffed cabbage. It’s nummy.
I’m all packed for my jaunt to Miami. This time tomorrow I shall be in the Embassy Suites near the Miami Airport. Envy me. I also have to drive in Miami. Pity me. :eek: Miami is a horrible place to drive in.
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