Good morning from lovely Depoe Bay, Oregon! As you can see, I brought my laptop and the hotel has WiFi, w00t! We had some really amazing clam chowder last night, walked down to the town proper in a lovely mess of rain (giving my new coat quite the workout, which it passed with flying colors) and brought it back for later consumption–room has a cute little kitchenette. I have discovered that all previous clam chowders I’ve eaten suffer from a lack of dill–apparently dill is what raises chowder from mere soup to ambrosia… Looks like a pretty clear day today (so far, knock wood!) so we are going to go find a sandy beach to wander on (Depoe Bay is situated on a rocky cliff) and perhaps go down to Newport to visit the Rogue brewery if it gets rainy again… There’s also an intriguing used bookstore a block down the street, I think I will have to go see if they have anything I can’t live without.
I haven’t checked out the new Pit rule thread but since I’m up early I think I’ll go get annoyed at it for a while and drink my coffee.
Hey Spaz, you ever check out Dear Prudence? She’s actually very good, therefore not usually snarkworthy, but some of the letters she prints are a scream!
I think Mom has a picture of me as a baby/toddler with an egg beater. Why are they so much fun?
I made some nummy vegetarian peanuty Asian noodles for dinner last night. I feel all healthy-like for skipping the pancakes and eating lots of veggies.
Loved the snark, Spaz.
I still don’t really feel like working today. Someone please put a bit of motivation in the cd drive and send it on over to me? kthxby.
So, who has he called so far? And what will it do to your phone bill?
Long day here, and not finished yet. Hopefully almost done, though – I have a project I really want to finish today! I get to check if it’s working in about 2 minutes
**Ivory **-- I expect some explosive noises caused by the actions of the Special [del]Operatives[/del] Ducks
Looking for a job is a PITA. I met with the unemployment/redevelopment office yesterday. My “counselor” told me that I would have to adjust my expectations, since obviously, with just a high school diploma I will never get an equivalent job. He actually whispered “high school diploma” and “high school graduate” every. Single. Time. :rolleyes: At least now I’m motivated to go find an even better job, just to spite him.
I’ve been working on my rainbow scarf. It’s the perfect pattern for knitting during conference calls and “webinars.”
No one ever gave me an eggbeater to play with. Clearly, I was a neglected and deprived child. They did give me a racket, though. And occasionally empty beer bottles.
Love the scarf, Shadow. It looks so wonderfully soft, and the colours are just fabulous.
Time to go forage for some N.O.L… methinks I’ll take a stroll down the street to see what the local purveyors of fine and not-so-fine foods have on offer, since it looks rather nice outside.
It’s on the slate. Interesting note: Margo Howard used to be Dear Prudence.
He whispered it? I would be sorely tempted to invoke my membership in the Slapaho tribe for that kind of behavior. You should definitely get a better job and when you do go see the Job Whisperer tell him you got hired with a HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA. Yell it really loud so people outside can hear you.
I just wrote “summery” instead of summary. I think all this talk of hot weather has me confused.
Dear Prudence is great. Thanks for introducing me to her, smartie! She’s really not very snark-able, though, is she since she borders on snark herself much of the time! (And she’s just what I need while I try to avoid doing work. )
My website is in a presentable form and I only need to do a few graphics before I can put it online. =^__^= I’ve got to get a couple of comics done for it, but that just involves dropping the images into Illustrator and adding the speech and titles, so no biggie. It’s not done-done, but it’ll do for the moment, since it seems to be due tomorrow (but I think they’ll be presented on Tuesday.)
There’s a couple of nitpicky things I’m not happy with, but I can fiddle with those later.
I’ve got to do laundry tonight, otherwise I’ll have nothing to wear to taijitsu tomorrow.
I’m really waiting for the whole Pit mess to die down already. Didn’t we go through this same shit when we switched to free posting? Why not wait and see what’ll happen before you start predicting doom? (Not that I think it’s a good idea. Or that Ed should be messing with stuff. But I’m not ready to say ‘OMG! The Dope is gonna DIIIIIIIE!’)
Back from therapy. I feel better. I just did something HUGE, though and am a bit anxious about it. TH has been talking more like he’s the skipper on the boat to Crazytown*, so with the advice of my therapist, I just transferred half of our savings to my account.
*Not Slapaho Crazytown, more like Iwannabuyaderelictforeclosedauctionhouseinruralnowheresvillewithmyseverancemoney Crazytown. The crazy bit is where he thinks he has enough to do that, pay off our credit card bills and make both our mortgages-oh, and help with the day to day living expenses.
I like Flexeril, btw. I took one to relax my entire body and it sure does work.
I’ve just spent the last hour going through the Dear Prudence archives. Work? What work? :smack:
rigs, I think that was a very smart move. Good on you.
One of my colleagues is in the process of divorcing her shmuck husband, and recently discovered that he’d done a complete muck-up of their finances. Better to nip it in the bud than wake up one day and realise he’s spent all your money on a pipe dream (or in my friend’s case, a 20-something bartender with pneumatic lips and tits).
We have a relatively new employee who sits across an aisle and over the cube walls from me, but right over the wall from two of my teammates. Newish Employee talks on the phone a lot and pretty loudly. I really don’t notice; I think the added distance insulates me a bit. But my two teammates can’t stand it.
So what do they do? Go to her and ask if she could maybe take calls in a conference room? Or let her know that her voice carries and ask if she could keep it down a bit? Or even go to our boss (who’s directly over the wall from her; Two Teammates are diagonally over the wall) and ask him to talk to her?
No. They just gripe about it to each other about how annoying she is. Passive-aggressive bullshit. Either get off your ass and (politely) let her know how much her voice carries or STFU. Argh.
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Yes, I do see the irony about complaining about them complaining about someone else. But it’s a lot easier to let someone know that their voice carries, which is something they may not know, than to tell someone that their passive-aggressive is showing.
I’m alive. I feel like death, but I’m alive. Neither tea nor cocoa helps my sore throat, and the coughing is getting really annoying. :mad: But we had a yummy supper of sketties and garlic bread, and I baked a carrot cake earlier, so that house smells carroty and spicy.
I’m ignoring the pit fiasco - I don’t need that sort of silly drama in my life. I need to stop coughing. I’m thinking I’ll take a shot of NyQuil again. But earlier than last time, so it wears off before I have to get up. I don’t need to go to work with a hangover.
Second load of laundry in the washer, first in the dryer, yesterday’s on the bed waiting to be folded. Oh yeah, it’s life in the fast lane here.
I had lunch with a former co-worker today and then went back to the office to say hi to everybody. That was a little weird. My co-worker and I were baymates, so it was very strange to go back to “my” desk and have it still look the way I left it. Things have really changed a lot, with lots of demotions. I’m glad I was only there for the first portion of the drama.
SpazCat, you made me literally LOL. I’ll have to remember Slapaho tribe for future use.
Good for you, rigs. Way back when such things were legal, one of our truck drivers emptied out his 401(k), the joint bank accounts, took all the credit cards and the keys to cars and house, and lit out to Mexico with his little hoochie mama. His wife woke up overdrawn on their accounts and unable to go anywhere since he took all of her keys. (He came crawling back six months later, but that’s another story.) Flexeril is nice, isn’t it? I’m afraid to take it very often because of that.
taxi, I had that happen at my last job. The woman behind me talked on the phone very loudly. So what did the people on the other side of the cube wall do? They talked very loudly about how loud she was. That’s so helpful.
I find music helps in a situation like this. 80s music is especially relaxing.
HUSH HUSH
KEEP IT DOWN NOW
VOICES CARRY
I’m helping!
I’m celebrating Ash Wednesday by violating a burn ban and a belated Shrove Tuesday with blueberry pancakes. The middle pancake was not completely done. Yick.
Yes. I really need to get into a consistent schedule because my stress is spilling out all over the place. I’m sure I won’t make it every single time, but it’s something to aspire to.
Pretty scarf. Also, I find that people who only look at the amount of formal education one has are rather lacking in skills themselves. And, you should totally take Spaz’s suggestion!
I knew there was a reason for something feeling not quite right about Dear Margo (or whatever the heck her column is called. I remember reading Dear Prudence occasionally when Margo was Prudence.
Good move, rigs. If you haven’t already, you need to make sure you’ve talked to an attorney and made sure you’ve done everything you need to do to protect yourself and the kids.
Work was…exhausting. I’m heading for church to decompress. Then it’s back here to do some work. Which I really don’t want to do, but need to.
We need a volunteer for Monday, by the way. I’ve got Bobbio down for March 9, but there’s lots of other space available…
Wow, I slept for 13 hours straight, which is bad, since I went to bed around midnight. I worked far too hard in the pool yesterday, and besides wearing myself out, I strained the upper left side of my back. Leaving the pool the temperature was 27° and I was very chilled. Even after a hot shower at the pool and another at home, a heating pad at my feet and socks on, I woke up chilled still. Even now I am cold, especially my hands and feet. There is also a cute and very friendly single Coastie guy who also does water aerobics, (there are three regular Coastie guys taking the class) and given the current climate between skiffman and I, that is both a bad and good thing.
It is 40° right now, but the sky is gathering clouds, and the forecast is for the snow to begin falling around 5:00 pm. That’s in two hours, Alaska time. My body also acts as a barometer, so in general I am feeling less than stellar.
I retained little, other than FCM is feeling poorly. Feel better soonest! Also, how weird is it that I was dreaming of carrot cake? (It was a complicated dream, but I was quite disheartened by the fact that I wasn’t going to have any in my dream, and now am not going to have any in rl. sigh)
In the space of time it has taken me to write this the temperature had dropped three degrees, and the sun is hidden. I may just loll in bed for a while longer and surf the Dope until the naproxen and muscle relaxer kick in.
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