I’m bored. Usually my job is anything but boring, but today there’s just nothing to do. Or rather, the things that I am doing are all running slowly so I’m getting things done, but mostly it involves me sitting here watching… nothing happen. Fun, fun. I think I’m going to leave at 4:30.
Not up here - 50s and 60s are gorgeous Spring days here, 70s are early summer, 80s are still tolerable, anything over 92 degrees outgh to be outlawed, along with humidity higher than 60%
Dinner is pork roast and something–I need inspiration. Or maybe just a hunk of bread.
I have nothing to say. I did no work today on my grad school stuff. So, now I must truly buckle down and soon.
Wimp! 
rigs, young lady! You march right in there and get started on that grad school work. It’s not going to do itself you know! Don’t pout at me, it won’t do any good! I said march! Don’t make me ground you! Stop giving me that look, do you want your face to freeze like that? I said get busy and I mean NOW! There’ll be no more F*cking Heavenly Cookies until you do. I mean it!
Motivated yet?
AHHHHHHHHHHH… beerverages. I feel the grrrrrr… lifting as I post.
Oh and leftover mac & cheese washed down with beer is a dang fine supper. Just thought y’all might want to keep that in mind for later use. The mac & cheese should be reheated, of course, cause we must be civilized at all costs. 
I hear more beerverages callin’ my name!
Sigh. Still at work.
Have I mentioned lately how much I despise working in the 'burbs? Let me say so again, just in case I’ve been neglectful in my duties.
My options are to:
a) wait for my carpool, who thinks she MAYBE will be done in 45 minutes
b) see if I can find the other guy I occasionally mooch a ride with, though he’s been MIA for nearly 2 hrs now (his stuff is still here, so I suspect he’s also been delayed for reasons unknown)
c) walk 15 minutes to the bus station… in platform boots… carrying about 10lbs of laptop and assorted stuff
Also, if I get a ride I can expect to be home in 45 minutes, whereas the bus will be 2 hours door to door. I’m better off waiting for a) or b) if they leave within the hour, though there’s no guarantees of this.
I suppose this is a sign that I either need to get a new job or need to learn how to drive. Or maybe both.
…but right now, what I really need a damn beer.
Beer makes most things better. Mmm, beer.
Swampy: how 'bout I dump that beer over your head? I’m a working stiff tomorrow and Friday, but I can finish the paper on Saturday. I also have to wrap up the practicum work and turn that in. And then I am
DONE
I hafta take #2 son to soccer soon. I’m reading a very lightweight novel at present by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Yeah–you wanna make something of it? There was a time when I wiled away the hours reading Hardy and Lawrence and those days are OVER, baby. My mind is now an attic stuffed with junk and I like it that way.
Ph, btw–I never did finish the Tales of the Otori book 4. He was governing, not fighting his way to govern anymore (this actually is not a spoiler) and I got bored with the troubles of the King, especially when they involved animal possession and intrigue to overthrow his government. But the first 3 books are good.
After three days of Gorilla-Cillin, I think I can breathe better. At least I don’t squeak as much. :eek: Still dog-tired and bleary-eyed, though.
Who ever had the idea to besmirch canines with sayings like dog-tired and sick as a dog? Our dog’s activity level does not resemble anything at all like “tired” - she’s more like “manic.” And she’s never taken a sick day. On those rare times that she’s eaten something disagreeable, a quick “hracckk” returns it to the carpet and that’s the end of it. No wobbling around and moaning or any classic “sick” behaviors.
I feel sorry for the guy - eposide #7234: A co-worker came to me asking why a Unix application he just set up wasn’t working. In all of about sixty lines of code describing the ID’s capabilities, he left out an asterisk. The bad part is that he has to delete the lines and re-type them - there’s no way to just add the asterisks. At least we’re paid by the hour.
Not only do all of our friends know we own a pick-em-up truck, they also know we own a tiller. Guess what we’re doing on Saturday morning? Yep, loading the tiller into the truck and driving to someone’s lumpy yard. Funnn… They better feed us well.
I wanted to rent a tiller last year. DH wanted to buy a tiller. It’s *his * toy, he should be the one getting jostled and shaken to death!
Suddenly I feel like I’m back in college.
Ok, fine, you can do the paper on Saturday. However, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you on Saturday until that paper is done young lady. I mean it!
So tell DH he gets jostled and shaken to death by the tiller durin’ the day Saturday and Saturday night you’ll do all the jostlin’ and shakin’. 
Seems like a fair deal to me.
Three down, two to go!
I didn’t feel very well this morning, so stayed home and actually slept most of the day. Guess I must have needed it, although I still don’t feel all that well, unfortunately. Back to work tomorrow; can’t afford another day to sleep.
Yay for the upcoming nuptials, Emmmss! 
First on the page!
[Nelson Muntz]Ha ha![/Nelson Muntz]
I am not asking for medical advice. I’m asking for advice about medical advice. This antibiotic that I’m on, Macrobid, doesn’t seem to be doing much except perhaps aggravating my condition. I’ve still got a couple more days of pills left. When is too soon to contact my doctor and tell him I think it isn’t working? This is really getting old.
If you’re more than halfway done with the meds, now would be a good time to call him. You;re taking one of the 10 day pills, right?
Antibiotics are funny things. I can take Cephlex, but not Cipro - my cousin can take Cipro but not Cephlex.
I ammend my first statement - for my money, it’s never too soon to call your doctor. Never fool around with your health.
I hate it when people play the race card and the sex card and the medical condition card in order to slack off at work, but what I hate even more are the bosses that let them get away with it because they don’t want to deal with a potential lawsuit.
How hard is it to document total non-productivity?? How big a pussy are you when you would rather pay a worthless human being an obscene amount of money for doing nothing?
No, this isn’t about any of my coworkers and it’s nothing I can do anything about. But it still pisses me off.
I need chocolate.
mmmmmmmmmmmm - Godiva…
Goddamned white bitch called in again, didn’t she…
I just answered my post-practicum questions and posted them AND I emailed my faculty supervisor to ask what else, if anything, she needs from me. Ha! I can be truly guilt free until Saturday now.
Off to pick up #2 son from soccer. Tooth is kind wonky now–after being great all day. Stupid mouth.
Can someone please clarify for me how I am supossed to run 3 Frac fleets, 12 cement crews and 7 coiled tubing crews that incorporates aprox 150 trucks and 200 people up and down the highway when procurement in their infinite wisdom has decided to block our tire vendor so that we can’t pay them or use them anymore.
Procurement certainly can’t tell me how :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
How on earth I am supposed to tell a client "yeah we can’t roll the fleet to do your $250000 job as we have a couple of flat tires that we can’t repair because procurement blocked a vendor
WTF?
Sounds like MOOOOOOM has been dealin’ with the same people I’ve been dealin’ with today. :mad: The good news for me is, for the rest of the week, I can do what I need to do for work from home. I am sooooooooo glad for that. Yep, I am taking advantage of the fact that I have all this fancified 'puter stuff that allows me to do QA type stuff from the comfort of my very own cave. 'Twixt that and the phone, everything I need to do can get done. Ain’t technology a wunnerful thing!
rigs I’m glad you could do that. However, young lady, come Saturday, I expect you to buckle down and get that paper done. Do you hear me? I mean it! Don’t make me tell you again!
ETA: MMMMMM’s I say, give 'em the name(s) of the PTB in Procurement. That should do it.
swampy - I would looooove to do that
the e-mail that came from procurement is signed of with:
All the best,
Fucknuts in Procurement*
(*Names changed to protect the guilty)
yeah thanks a whole bunch dumbass :rolleyes:
I work for a multi billion dollar corporation that is run by people who have never been in the damn field and have no clue what it takes to run this thing.
We now have accountants telling us we can only purchase one kind of safety boot steel toes for our guys. Accountants who have never worn safety boots in their lives who have no idea what it is like to earn a living on your feet in the heat and cold and if those boots are uncomfortable it makes your life hell :rolleyes:
Gah! :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
:mad: sums up my day today