Two bad things: I fell down the stairs out back about an hour ago. It’s raining, and the stairs are wooden and very slippery. I was carrying a load of newspaper out, and I fell/slipped down them on my back. I’m going to have interesting bruise patterns. #2 is that I can’t find anything official (tax, pay stub, bank statement) with my address on it. Many with my old address, but nothing with my new.
This is bad because I need official proof of address change (we moved two frikkin’ years ago!) before I can renew my Health card, which I need for my appointment on Friday. We pick up our paycheques at work, and they never have our addresses on them. The bank has never conceded that I moved out of my parents’ house (married almost four years ago).
I think I’ll just take my expired card in, and explain. It’s still a Real Piece of Identification and all, it’s just out of date. Sigh.
Time for kitchen cleaning. I’m covered in silver and white paint from costume stuff. The livingroom is tidier, although the stacks of books have mysteriously not put themselves away.
Owie, be careful LiLi. We can’t have anymore than one broke butt at a time.
I have bbq and tortilla chips for lunch. Why did I decide that would be a good combo? I’m sure it’ll be tasty, but still… kinda weird. Guess that’s why I brought it for lunch!
On preview I see the bear beat me to it…again. :rolleyes:
bibbi, I am biting my tongue on the cafe society thread. What is with the nitpickers in there??? It’s a prime time TV show about super heros fer cryin out loud. What’s reality got to do with it?
Can’t your work place give you some kind of official looking form that shows that you are living where you are now? It doesn’t have to be a real form, maybe something on company letterhead.
I managed to drag my sorry self to work today. I still feel like utter crap, but I can function…sort of. I am freezing my ass off. I’m sitting here with my coat on and I just can’t get warm.
Drae, I’m sorry your hiney is still being a pain.
Li-li, be careful! I hope you’re not hurt too badly. Next time (nagging mommy mode on) use the HANDRAILING! (nagging mommy mode off).
I’m happy to **Ex ** and Rue dropped by. Now, where the hell is welby? Also missing in action for quite some time is Ashes, Ashes.
Sean, congrats on the house stuff. Now you get to do even MORE work.
I’ve got nothing of interest to report. I’m breathing, that’s about all.
Oh trust me, if she’d broken her butt, she’s know it. Hope you’re not too banged up, LiLi!
So, around 11:30 I IM’ed my boss about needing to go back to the doctor. No response. 12:00, I tell him why I need to go back to the doctor. No response. I figure it’s possible he’s ignoring me, but more likely he’s just been away from his desk. Whatever. I’ll stick it out as long as I can. I’ve been standing for over two hours already, what’s one more?
Then, I went to the mailroom to pick up a printout. Have I mentioned that the president of my company has a giant fucking Doberman he brings into the office quite often? Normally a very sweet dog, sometimes excitable, especially where food is concerned.
Anyhow, I’m standing in the mailroom, the fucking dog runs up behind me and barks. Scares the hell out of me. I scream, jump, and whip around with ninja hands at the ready. Everything but the screaming hurt.
I came immediately back to my desk and informed my boss I’d be leaving at 1, because I’m so thoroughly done today, I don’t even know if I’ll make it to the damn doctor.
Gah.
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BBQ and tortilla chips turned out not to be too bad. I had some fruit to go with it, so it was all healthy. We had some honeydew melon, watermelon and canteloupe (don’t have a ladder. HAH! I slay me) left over from the brunch thingy yesterday. Plus my Diet Coke[sup]TM[/sup] had lime in it. I like the DC with lime. I like the one with lemon too.
Ima go do some running around town this afternoon checking up on folks at job sites. That’ll be entertaining and get me outta here for a while. I like that too.
Sorry all youse that don’t feel good. I prescribe ice cream. Or hard liquor. Or both.
Taters, I had about twenty pounds of newspaper in my arms. Dumb, I know, but I haven’t fallen in years, and my shoes usually have good non-slippingness. I didn’t really land on my butt so much as my lower back. I’m going to have stair-shaped bruises, but nothing broken.
Found out the story of the cheesecake- our landlady likes to bake, so she baked cakes for her two best tenants. Well, four best tenants- me and Mr. Lissar (I suppose by extension also Driving Husband and Attacks Husband, since they practically live here) and a couple upstairs.
Sean, I don’t think I can get anything from Head Office fast enough, and we don’t have any official looking letterhead type paper at work. I think I’m not going to worry. I’ve got lots of other ID, and my doctor’s office has been okay with the card, and I have to pay for the physio anyway, because it’s not covered.
Did someone say vodka and vanilla? I’m all for it.
Classical mechanics continues to run my life, although this week’s set seems to be going much more smoothly than the first one. This is a very, very good thing. Maybe it just took a while to get used to thinking in the right ways. Idunno.
Everyone who’s hurt/sick/less than good: feel better right this instant! That’s an order! The Spatial has spoken!
Here’s a pun. The only thing that surprises me about this pun is that it took so long for it to occur to me.
Yeah, it always gets like that. That’s why I stopped hanging around TWoP. Someone even used the dreaded TWoP style of nickname of “Tortured ! Artist” like they do.
[Yosemite Sam]Oooh, I hates that![YS]
I have some orange-flavored vodka, but I’ve only ever tried I sip. I guess you could mix it with OJ for some really potent orange-y screwdrivers, but I’m not big on OJ, so it will most likely end up sitting around un-drunk. (Is that a word?)
I also have some Chambord and Frangelico, which is very good in a little milk. Called “Nuts & Berries.” Quite tasty, and can give a Kahlua and milk a run for its money.
Picked up my tickets - they are really cool this year. Instead of a rubber-banded stack of generic looking tickets, they are in a little book and have pictures of the players on them.
I am grrrr at the bank. Since the wallet-losing incident, I had to borrow Mr. SCL’s bank card to do most of my errands. We use the same PIN, so it’s never been a problem. Until today. I went to the bank for money for the post office, and the ATM spits the card back at me - after it lets me check the balance - and reads “unauthorized usage.” WTF? So no mailing got done, and no cat food or litter was purchased. There is still food in the bowl, but those fuzzy little beggars know when the cabinet is empty and give me dirty looks.
Since Mr. SCL worked last night, he is asleep. So of course the phone has been ringing all day, and I’ve been getting my exercise jumping to get it before it wakes him up. If I’m here alone, no one calls all day.
There’s no such thing as not being good at the MMP except failure to post. A certain cheeselog comes to mind but I ain’t namin’ no names. So just jump in there, kiddo.
bibbi, I was given some Grey Goose orange flavored vodka last Xmas. All I can say is…what a waste of a perfectly good liquor.
ask Mr SCL if he changed his PIN, at the bank’s request (they’ll do that periodically and randomly) and forgot to tell you
How abuot Chinese Take Out for dinner?
You know what happens when Exgineer decides he’s going to take a day off on the job and people make him work anyway? I’ll tell you what happens.
LONG LUNCH, BABY!
They tried to make me work some more when I got back, but I outsmarted 'em. Sent everything back for review or further documentation, and told those damned lawyers that if they didn’t get it after the hour and a half I spent explaining it to them this morning they never would. I swear, I’d almost rather deal with an economist than a lawyer.
Sorry about your ass, Lissla. Come here and let me kiss it better.
Hope you’re not too banged up, LiLi!