Mass panic in the orifice this morning as one of our academics failed to turn up for senior invigilator duty today. Much running around banging on office doors trying to find someone else to stand in until missing person could be located. Crisis eventually averted but not before every man and his dog appeared to have become involved. Have since found out that exams office neglected to inform said missing individual of her responsibilities today. Arrrrgggghhhhh!
In other news, well, nothing much. Today it is raining except for when it’s sunny, and the forecast is for anything from sun to hail, thunderstorms and general apocalypse. Thus I was unsure exactly what to wear to the orifice today, and have settled for several layers in case it becomes arctic or tropical later in the day.
I am showered and in the appropriate grubbies for playing in my studio. I just lack motivation at the moment. I think I’ll watch a little TV first. Maybe it’ll be so horrible, I’ll do anything to escape.
I have no idea what it is outside as I didn’t put the dog out. It looks gloomy though.
It’s 70 with a high of 86 predicted. yuk too humid
Today we go for sure to the armpit.
I’m going to ask my lawyer to redo my trust and take the nieces off, of they can’t make time to sign it then I can’t be bothered.
Happy (belated?) Birthday, sari.! If your birthday was yesterday, you share the day with eruption of Mt. St. Helen’s; one of the deadliest volcanic eruptions in recent US history.
At work, with partial new furniture package. Hate it. It’s cramped and there is no storage at the moment. Additionally, IG is around and everything must be locked up (it should always be anyway), but no storage because hey, the furniture didn’t all arrive. :smack:
Thinking hard about asking for next week off; my new appliances are arriving, my husband is off all next week, and I just need a break.
My gallbladder is behaving like a bad apartment dweller. Playing loud music late, thumping on the walls and floors, etc., “What are you gonna do? Evict me? I’m moving before you’ll even get the forms filled out!”
If a gallbladder can thump, mine’s doing it - maybe it’s trying to kick its way out? Two more weeks…
Darn dang it, a good friend of mine is in town, but only for a few days, and I won’t be able to see him. And he’s not answering my message on Facebook, but I’m trying to convince myself that he just hasn’t yet had the time to see it. Yes, that’s probably it. So why does my brain want to believe that if people don’t answer messages soon after they get them, that they don’t want me sending them messages? Stop it, brain.
Too mundane and pointless to put anywhere else, so I’m shoving it into this thread.
I just got emailed pics of the boss’ smooshed bike. It’s a damn good thing that he came off it early on its descent. It took a specialized tow truck to retrieve it from the holler (~200’ down) where it landed. :eek: He’s lucky broken ribs and being generally banged up was all it did to him physically.
I just got off an hour and fifteen minutes long teleconference. My ears hurt.
OYKW called me earlier because he wants <snerk> Quickie <snerk> for dindin. Thus we shall meet for <snerk> Quickie <snerk> dindin and then he has a meetin’ to go to tonight, poor thing.
And he’s not answering my message on Facebook, but I’m trying to convince myself that he just hasn’t yet had the time to see it. Yes, that’s probably it. So why does my brain want to believe that if people don’t answer messages soon after they get them, that they don’t want me sending them messages? Stop it, brain.